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121,983 | jenne64 | Taken Again | You might think that a 35-year-old woman living in the Nineties would have gotten over the emotional baggage she'd carried since her teenage years. But not even years of therapy have been able to dispel what happened to me then. It wasn't for lack of trying. I'd spent a fortune for the dubious pleasure of lying on a couch telling a stranger my life's history. And still could not resolve the issue that continuously burned in my head. I was almost raped when I was 15. Almost. Attacked, yes. Entered---not quite. It happened in a run-down part of the city where I shouldn't have been to begin with. Fortunately, the would-be rapist was interrupted by a passing policeman. He made a run for it and got away as the cop tended to me. Eventually, the officer calmed my hysteria, but I never was able to erase the image from my mind. Even today, replaying the scene over and over, I can feel the bastard touching me, smell his aftershave, taste the mintiness of the toothpaste on his breath. And any little thing can trigger a replay: a news story, a man wearing the same aftershave, anything. But it's not the replay that I have struggled with the last 20 years. It's not the reason I've spent thousands on therapy. The real problem is that I hate myself for what I feel every time the image is triggered. Because I want him. Oh, true, a part of me wants to rid my mind forever of the memory. But another part of me burns to have it happen. To feel him pushing in me. Feel his hard cock filling me. Hear his grunts, his moans. Feel him moving, pumping, plunging---and then jerking, squirting, spurting up inside me! Why? God! I only wish I knew. Try as I might to erase the loathsome image, a part of me responds with highs of such erotic intensity that I can almost come just from the image of him fucking me. I've struggled for so many years to come to terms with these feelings. Like most women coming to adulthood in this day and age, I'd had my share of lovers. But, until Marc, I never felt I loved. Always, the specter of that almost-rape loomed up between me and genuine intimacy with a man. I wonder now---had I not met Marc, would I ever have been truly happy? Marc was different. I met him 5 years ago, and from the start, it was as if I had found a long-lost friend. We were harmony. We hit the right notes together. From the start, we could talk for hours and never sound off-key. The sex between us was music sent from heaven, and remains so to this day. It was a relationship that seemed too good to be true. And as it moved on, the memory of the rape was pushed farther back in the distant corridors of my mind. It wasn't gone. I still recalled the scene and felt the guilt---and the excitement. No matter how close we became, or how much I came to trust Marc, I always kept from him that one vile secret of my past. I think he sensed there was something between us. He'd hinted around the edges, but had never confronted me, had never even pushed. He was so kind, so caring, so willing to let me keep my unopened, secret door inside me. And, in the end, that's why I told him. It just sort of spilled out of my mouth one night. And once started, it was like a raging torrent. I couldn't stop. The hurt, the anger, burst from me like poison from a boil lanced. I purged my mind and body of my memory. He held me close. We talked for hours and then made love. I told him how the thought of it still excited me. He understood! He actually understood! I had shared the most intimate secret that I had with the man I loved. And more than merely accepting it, he'd understood. We made love---truly, love---all over again. It's now a subject that we can openly discuss. We sometimes even fantasize about it. I almost think it turns on Marc as much as it does me. By accepting the emotions that it conjures in my mind, trying not to analyze and fight them, I've begun the long journey up the path to feeling whole again---to becoming again the composed and rational woman that I pride myself on being, without the alter-ego of a woman with a dark and guilty secret. The journey wasn't over. But it had surely begun. And then, one night, it happened. After a long and stressful day, I fell into bed exhausted. Marc followed. I cuddled close to him and drifted into a deep, contented sleep. What happened then was such a shock to my senses that I remember it now as if it's happening again. Suddenly, without warning, I'm awake and Marc is leaving my side. Through the haze of sleep, I sense that something is wrong---terrifyingly wrong! But what? All too soon, I know. There's an alien presence in the room. Marc is struggling, fighting, cursing. A bedside lamp crashes to the floor. The wall-switch light snaps on, blinding my night-filled eyes. Then, as my vision returns, I see a man standing at the foot of the bed, holding his hard, erect cock in his hand. Two other men are tying Marc to the rocker with clothesline, and gagging him with duct tape. My pounding heart bolts to my throat. I start to scream, but a hand clamps over my mouth. I try to bite it, but I can barely breathe, and in my ear, a guttural, menacing whisper breathes, "Shut up, bitch!" Terrified, I do. I see them clearly now---three men in ski masks, radiating a beastial lust so menacing I fear my heart will stop. Moving swiftly, they take my arms and bind my wrists. The one with his hand on my mouth says, "I'm going to let you go. Don't make a sound, or you'll regret it to your dying day." "Which may come sooner than you think," snarls a second man. "Right here in bed," sniggers the third. "With a big strange dick in your sweet juicy cunt." All three look into my eyes as they shed their clothes. I am revolted. I want to puke. But behind my revulsion, behind the terror that consumes me, something else begins to loom. I return their gaze defiantly. They seem to look straight through me. Suddenly, I sense the power they feel. They're in control. In this, the most intimate chamber of a wife and husband's love, these aliens run the obscene show---and they are about to raise the curtain. I must resist, and yet I can't. For Marc's sake as well as mine, an inner voice insists---I can't. The man who held my mouth now tears my nightie from my body. "Get naked, bitch!" he snarls. I shut my eyes, blocking out reality, lie helpless, as the others begin to explore and plunder my body. In my mind, it's as if the three thugs are as one crude, lust-filled man. His rough hands fondle my breasts, slide between my thighs, caress my belly and flanks, the cradled contours of my flesh. His teeth nibble sharply at my nipples. A hand touches my pubic mound, slides along my labia, then rips away my panties. I hear the sinister laugh of my rapist's lust. I gasp. I try to shut down my emotions. But the past comes back. Oh God! The past comes back! Their pricks are hot and hard. Their sense of power fuels their lust---and, against my will, it fuels mine too. Again, they dissolve into that one instance long ago. A man's fingers probe my sex. One finger, then two, then more---deep inside, working in and out. "Get away!" the voice inside me screams. And then I feel 15 again, and another voice, whispering low but gathering strength, cries, "Do it! Don't stop! I love it! Love it! Love it!" The intruder lies beside me on the bed. He pulls my hair, kisses me, and forces his tongue into my mouth. I taste his minty breath. The past again! He parts my thighs. I feel his tongue slithering between my pussy lips. Jesus! Yes! Don't stop! "Stop it!" my inner voices scream---but my cunt gives forth the slick and oily fluid of my lust. In the caverns of my mind, I hear the echoes of my youth singing, "This is what it might have been! This creature of your pleasure!" "Nice pussy," someone says. A tongue flickers over my clit. I groan, "Oh God! Oh God!" I know that Marc is struggling. But I also know that struggle as he may, he's as powerless as I am. He's naked in the rocker. They've tied his arms behind him. His face is flushed with lust. His prick is hard, erect. He's humping, trying to fuck the air. Now I'm confused: is that agony or pleasure that's written on his face? The men sneer. "Your wife might enjoy another cock inside her, no??" one asks. Marc groans. A yes? A no? The man moves over me and brings his pulsing prick within inches of my cunt. He forces my legs apart as far as they can go---exposing my cunt, its drooling lips betraying my arousal, my lust, my wanting for his thick hot prick that now, against my will, consumes me. "You've waited a long time for this," he says as his cock moves toward my sex. He rubs its swollen head upon my clit. I feel his shaft sliding up and down through the wet and fevered cleft of my aching cunt.And against all instinct, all effort in my mind and heart, I hear my inner voices crying, "Yes! Oh yes! Oh! Twenty fucking years!" His cock enters my body. Oh! I shut my eyes and savor its intrusion. Oh! Time stands still. Turns back to the dark city street. Oh! The terror. Oh yes! Deeper! The cop who interrupted... "It's okay!"... The ache, the pain, the fear--- the hysteria that followed. And now this alien, nameless prick plunging into my body brings me back to that dark night so long ago. Oh God! It brings me back! "Yes!" I cry. "Yes! Don't stop! I want it! God! I want it! Fuck me!" A mouth clamps down on my swollen nipple and bites. "Yes!" I say again. "I want it! Yes!" A cock thrusts into my face. I want to resist, but my mouth opens and swallows it. "Oh, fuck, yes!" I moan. "I want it! Ummm! Yummm!"--- and intelligible sound is lost in my slurping up and down the silky skin of his hot, hard muscular shaft. I fight the pleasure, but it's no use. I know now that I've wanted this for years. I'm beyond fighting. With each thrust of this alien cock, the chorus in my mind grows louder--- an iron anvil chorus hammering "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" One prick works my cunt. I suck and jerk another. And then a third slowly pushes into my butt. My anus! Oh God! Let me endure this vile, taboo bliss--- these three hot, fleshy pricks moving in and out within me! Deeper! Don't stop! Oh God! It's okay! And before my God can answer in the sacristy of my mind, I feel the soft flames kindling--- burning up within me, lapping, overlapping, towering upward, bursting like a supernova star into orgasm after orgasm--- a crescendo, I know, that had been building all my life. My life... my life... ooooh God! My life! And as my convulsion ended, as my spasms died--- as I came back to conscious life again--- I felt the demon that had haunted me so long slip sliding away, down into some dark vortex of my soul, from which it never again would rise to haunt my love-filled nights. Never had I felt so many emotions course through my body all at once. Never had I felt such release of anger, of self-loathing, of confusion between what I'd been and what I so desperately wanted to be. Each orgasm brought its own release. Each prick that entered me and fucked me brought joy beyond my wildest dreams. My mind relinquished all my guilt. I feel cleansed. I took them, welcomed them, and begged for more... But Marc, my love, was still imprisoned in his rocker, his face a mask of anguish, eyes of lust, his cock still hard and oozing rivers of precum. His sexual hunger was palpable. I could feel it in my well-fucked cunt. And I wanted him. Oh God! I wanted him where all those other cocks had been! Wanted his hot flesh to erase the feeling of the others! Someone untied his bonds. He lunged for the bed but they held him back. They laughed. "You want your wife now, do you?" one of them asked. "You said she was such a sweet, wet pussy... You want a piece of her now, don't you?" "Yes!" Marc cried. "But maybe we haven't finished with her yet," the intruder said. "You said...?" Suddenly, the intruder's words struck home! Marc had planned this from the beginning! He'd hired these thugs to invade our bedroom, tie him up, and rape me--- to exorcise my past! I looked at the love of my life. Our eyes met. His face streamed with tears. I pursed my lips and gave him the most compassionate air-kiss I could fashion. Then I looked down at the alien fingers that were probing my hot and hungry cunt. And I knew that I wanted them too. Wanted them again. In me. Yes. Wanted to feel their hot pricks fucking me while Marc looked on. It was beyond our control now. My legs were forced apart, exposing my pussy lips once more. Oh, yes! More alien fingers probed my body's depths. My juices were running like a river. Yes! Marc, watching, had already cum once and seemed about to cum again. "Want your hubby, bitch?" a harsh voice intoned. "Yes," I begged, pleaded. They let him go. He fell upon the bed and we embraced in tearful kisses. "I'm sorry, God! I'm sorry," he sobbed, and I soothed him, comforted him, and tried to tell him it was all right. "Please--- it doesn't matter. Take me now, Marc..." I pleaded. The disembodied voice growled, "Tell me you want your hubby to fuck you now, bitch." "I want Marc," I sighed. I desperately wanted him to end this here and now. Yes, oh please, yes! I gazed into his eyes, pleading. They begged apology but nothing more. Our intruders stood stolid, grim-faced, waiting what their leader told them to do next. They knew. Strong hands lifted a straddle Marc's thighs. I felt his prick against my clit--- and then, as the intruders stood watching, I sank down on it, let it slide full length into me. I savored the feel of its rubbery length pressing the walls of my weeping cunt. I was pushed forward onto Marc's chest as I humped his prick. "I know it's you in me," I whispered. "No one else." "Oh baby!" he replied. "I'm so sorry." There wasn't time for more commiserations. A cock was pushing towards the opening of my ass. I wanted to hide, to die. I wanted to scream--- in ecstasy or in pain. I couldn't tell which, because a third cock was somehow in my mouth now and my tongue was sliding up and down its shaft as two fat cocks fucked my cunt and ass. Like Confucius said, "If rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it." I relaxed. Oh God! It was good! A cock in my mouth! Another in my virgin ass! And a third--- my sweet lover's lovely prick, buried in my eager, hungry cunt! So fucking, fucking good! And then, seemingly simultaneously, the cocks inside me began to twitch... then jerk... and then, balls leaping, spurt and squirt their hot cum up into my cunt, my mouth and ass. My own tension, bottled up for days, burst loose, rushed over me like a prairie fire out of control. I came, and jerked, and shuddered--- and then came again! And then, as the afterglow receded, we, Marc and I, found ourselves alone. As if they'd never been there, the men who'd fucked me silly had vanished to wherever they'd come from--- wherever Marc had found them. I tried to come to grips with my thoughts as I lay in Marc's arms. He held me gently. We didn't need to talk about anything just then. We had shared it all--- my past, our present, the fantasized future--- in the last hour. And now there was only our real life future together. | null | null | Authors/jenne64/taken again.txt |
122,053 | Little Bree | Neptune Beach | You've seen TV shows and movies about childhood vacations by some lake in the Catskills. Every one of them looks the same. There's a wacky dad, crazy adventures, and sweet fleeting romances that make old people all weepy and nostalgic. The people who write them want you to watch and think "gosh, that looks so relaxing and pleasant."
Those are all bullshit.
Cabins in the Catskills smell like wet dog, and they're full of gross bugs. There's no TV, no movies, and no boys who aren't like 50 years old. There's a lake, if you like swimming in brown water, and there's a beach with no sun and even more bugs.
My best friend Nikki and I got dragged up to that cabin every summer since we were 7 years old because our parents thought it was like the awesomest most relaxing thing ever. We rented the same two cabins right next to each other along the edge of the big brown lake for two long, boring weeks. My uncle and his kids and the family of one of our other neighbors rented the other two cabins in the cluster, so we were always with the same bunch of people out by the lake. Every single year.
This year we begged and pleaded for them to just leave us home. Our friend Erin had even talked her parents into letting us stay at their house the whole time so they wouldn't worry. We were 14 years old, for God's sake, we were way too old to spend two weeks playing Marco Polo with the kids in the lake! But they hadn't budged, and we ended up there just like every year.
"You girls aren't gonna swim?" asked Nikki's dad, Mr. Cooper, as he walked out on the dock. The beach didn't get any actual sun, so Nikki and I were laying in our bikinis out on the long dock, where there was sort of sun but not really.
"Don't feel like it," Nikki said without flinching or lowering her sunglasses.
"Yeah," I agreed, trying my best to sound miserable.
"Come on now, girls," he said as he exhaled. Mrs. Cooper made him walk out on the lake to smoke, so he only came out there for his cigarettes. "You can't be miserable the whole trip! There's lots of stuff to do."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well," he thought for a minute. He was going to say 'swim' because that was, literally, the only thing there was to do. He just already said that, so he needed to think of something else. "You could fish," he said.
"Ick," said Nikki.
"Or, um," Mr. Cooper was sweating. He'd insisted, when we protested at home, that we would have fun up here, and we were calling his bluff. "You could take the boat out. You girls are old enough to handle her on your own I think."
We both perked up at this. "The boat" was just an old canoe, but they'd never let us use it by ourselves before. It wasn't a car, but it was freedom. Sort of.
"Really?" Nikki asked, skeptical.
"Sure," he said, "I don't see why not."
We eagerly accepted the offer. I actually expected my parents and Mrs. Cooper to veto the idea, but Mr. Cooper was locked in and we weren't going to let him forget it. Our moms buckled easy, once we promised to keep our life jackets on, and my dad was won over by Mr. Cooper's rationalizing, when he thought we were out of earshot, that a little time on the lake "might work the bitch out of `em." I didn't appreciate being called a bitch, but I wasn't going to make a fuss about it then.
Lake Papageorge is as big as it is brown, but it didn't take us long to get paddled out of sight of the beach and to ditch our clothes. Like any self-respecting teenage girls, we'd packed two bikinis--the ones our parents knew about and the ones they'd never let us wear. We'd covertly slipped into the skimpy ones beneath our t-shirts, shorts, and life jackets before we'd shoved off. If there was any chance of meeting boys or getting a decent tan, the other ones just wouldn't do.
We'd only just stripped down when a motorboat full of older guys slowed down to hoot and holler at us. "Show us your tits!" they called, and we both giggled. I thought Nikki might actually do it, but she chickened out and they zipped away. I didn't think they'd want to see my little boobs, but Nikki had amazing big breasts for 14, and guys were always salivating over them. She had nice tan Italian skin like her mom, and a really cute body, but the only thing guys ever noticed were her big boobs. In that little black bikini, they looked particularly good, and I was super jealous.
"Wow," she said. "They were cute. I can't believe they stopped to look at us!"
I laughed at her. "Oh my God, of course they did. Guys have like Nikki-boob radar!"
Nikki blushed but she didn't deny it.
We drifted a little further. Our cabins were on a private inlet that dipped in for about a mile, but the bigger lake was a lot more crowded. It was a Saturday, so there were lots of motorboaters out for the weekend with all kinds of people in them. We saw a couple of other canoes, but mostly they were all lots bigger.
There were lots of guys!
After a while, we stopped even noticing guys who slowed down to look at us or whistle. Some of them offered us beer, and lots more wanted us to come on their boats. It was sexy, but we didn't because we saw a police boat float by and didn't want to get in trouble.
"Where you girls heading?" asked one guy, as he and his friends drifted up beside us. They were college boys or in their early 20s, shirtless and very hot.
"Don't know," I said. "What about you?"
"Aww, was hopin' a couple of fine little honeys like you was heading for Neptune beach."
"Quit the cradle robbing, Danny," said his friend, a little annoyed.
He smiled at me. At me! "Aw come on, Robbie," he said, his big brown eyes still fixed on mine. "You ain't no baby, are you blondie?"
I'm sure I blushed. "Nope," I said sheepishly, "Not a baby."
He laughed. "See, Robbie? She ain't no baby." Then he winked, "Up beyond those trees on the left. Don't be shy. Bring that little friend of yours back there, too."
"Okay," I said, feeling tingly and shy.
"I'm Danny, by the way."
It took me a minute to think of my line. "I'm Emily," I finally managed.
"Pleased to meet you," he shouted as he and his friends drifted away towards those trees.
Nikki laughed at me. "You're drooling," she said.
"Am not," I said.
"I'm not a baby, Danny" she teased in a little baby voice.
"You're just mad he was looking at me and not you," I snapped.
"They all look at you, too, you know."
Apparently Nikki was oblivious to these things. "Wanna check out their beach?" I asked.
"They're probably just going over there to get drunk and stuff," she said. "I don't know."
"Come on," I said, "they were cute."
"Yeah, but they were like 21 or something. They don't want to hang out with us."
"He told us to come," I said.
"Yeah, but, he probably couldn't tell how old you were from far away."
"It was only a few feet."
Nikki rolled her eyes. She knew how stubborn I could be, and she knew I was going to win if she kept arguing. "Just a little while, ok?"
"Of course," I said.
We paddled off towards the trees, around the bend where Danny and his boat had disappeared. It took us a good 45 minutes in our canoe, but eventually we pulled around into an inlet a lot like the one our cabins were on. It wasn't as big as ours, maybe a quarter mile, but there weren't any cabins on it that we could see, just trees. At the far end, we could see boats all pulled onto the beach or anchored, so we paddled that way.
There weren't people on the beach that we could see, but we definitely heard voices coming from further inland.
"Why are they all up there?" Nikki asked.
"I don't know...want to go look?"
"Not really," she teased.
We pulled our canoe onto the beach and put our flip flops on and grabbed our beach towels for the walk up the wood-plank path towards the voices. It was a lot longer walk than we expected, and the noise kept getting louder."Wow," said Nikki as we came to the edge of the woods onto what looked like a bigger, sandier beach on the opposite side. "Sounds like a lot of people!"
We pushed through a little further and found ourselves on actual sand, not the rocks on most of the lake beaches. It was a big expanse of real beach, full of real people.
"Oh my god," said Nikki, "Everyone is like totally naked!"
Well, not everyone. Not even close, really, but there were a few. Some of the girls were topless, and others were running around completely naked. But they weren't ALL naked.
We darted back into the woods before someone saw us.
"We have to go!" Nikki exclaimed, though she was staring back out at the beach.
"We don't have to," I said.
"Kids our age aren't supposed to be at places like this," she said.
"Why not?" I asked, "We went skinny dipping that time at Rhonda's house."
"That was a slumber party. This is like...public!"
I rolled my eyes, trying my best to be very mature. "We don't have to take our clothes off. Hardly anybody else is. Let's just hang out."
I bit my lip. I knew she was right, and we probably shouldn't be hanging around out there--it was the sort of party our parents would flip if they knew we were at. But I was just too excited not to hang around a little while. I loved the way Danny had looked at me before, and all those guys who whistled at us in our little bikinis. I wanted more of it.
"Come on," I pleaded again, "just a little bit. If they tell us to leave, we will."
Nikki hesitated. "You promise?"
"Yes!" I said.
"Ok, just a little bit." Nikki relented. She was smiling now too, so I knew I wasn't the only one who was excited.
We tried to act confident as we strode out onto the sand, but we were definitely out of place and you could probably tell we were nervous. Everyone was older than us, but the guys weren't shy about leering as we passed. It was sort of wild, because there were other girls there who were older and really pretty, and totally topless, but guys still looked at us.
Two Hispanic guys came up on each side of us and started talking. "You girls are looking good," said one. He was in his 20s, muscular and tanned all over. "Come here a lot?"
"It's our first time," I said.
"Should've known," he said, "love the tan lines!"
I blushed. The bikini was so much smaller than the one I normally wore at home that you could make out all of the tan lines all over my pale skin.
"You've got a great body," he said, sort of whispering to me. His friends--two of them--were chatting up Nikki, and even though they were way over a foot taller than her, they didn't even pretend like they were looking at her face.
"Thanks," I said shyly, unsure what the appropriate response was.
"Most blonde girls have like dark hair down below, you know? I really like girls that are blonde all over. You blonde all over?"
Now I really didn't know what to say! It was getting sort of embarrassing, but if I was letting on, he obviously couldn't tell.
We wandered as an apparent fivesome close to the edge of the water and sat down when we couldn't really walk further and spread our towels out. We lay down and our entourage circled around.
"You got a boyfriend?" My boy, who called himself Julio, asked.
I should've said yes, but I wasn't thinking quite right. "Nope," I said.
"I gotta girlfriend," he said, "but she's not as pretty as you." He lay down beside me and propped his head up on one arm. "You wanna be my new girlfriend?"
I had absolutely no idea what to say to that, and I was even more speechless when he brazenly put his hand on my hip. Next to me, Nikki half shouted in protest as the two boys each got a handful of breast and started squeezing. "Whoa..." she said, but one of them just started kissing her and they both kept groping.
I turned to help, but Julio laid on top of me and stuffed his tongue in my mouth while he forced his hand between my legs, tugging feverishly at the thin pink bottom. I panicked. This couldn't be happening in front of all of these other people, could it?
Julio was way bigger than me. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't even manage to make enough fuss to make it clear that I wanted him off. God knows what they were doing to Nikki, because I couldn't even turn my head to see.
"Hey, holmes, that's my girl," someone shouted.
I didn't even know they were talking to us until Julio lifted his head to shout back.
"Get lost, man," said Julio. "These chicks are taken."
"I know," said the voice, "They're taken by me. You got a problem with that?"
I couldn't see what was happening because Julio had me pinned, but very suddenly he lifted off and stood up. His friends did likewise, and just like that, they ran away from us.
Danny, the guy we met on the boat, was standing over me smiling down, and he had four hulking friends standing behind him. "Emily! You made it!"
"Oh my God, thank you soooooo much," said Nikki before I could even manage to speak. "I was so scared, you have no idea!" She was covering her breasts with her forearm and one hand, holding the tattered remnants of her bikini top in the other. Those guys had apparently ripped it in half.
"No problem," said Danny. "Them boys should know better than to get fresh with my girls. You two wanna come party with us over here? We got the grill going."
Nikki didn't even need convincing this time, and we both answered "Yes!" in unison. Danny and the boys led us around a bend to a wider beach that was less sunny but also less crowded. They had a barbecue grilling and were working on setting up a volleyball net.
I could see Nikki was still quivering a little, and I sort of understood. All Julio did was kiss me and feel me up, but his friends had already begun tearing her clothes off and there was no doubt what they had in mind. "You ok?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said, softly. "Guess I am now. `Cept for the suit."
I giggled at her. "Just go topless," I suggested. "Other girls are."
"You gotta do it with me," she taunted.
I knew she was toying with me, and certain I wouldn't do it. To be fair, I probably wouldn't have any other time, but I was still charged up with adrenaline from what just happened, and still turned on by the way guys were looking at us so openly. "Ok," I said, grinning naughtily as I unsnapped the top and lifted it over my head without hesitating. I tossed it over a branch and made a point of not covering my boobs up. "Fair?" She just giggled and dropped her own hands.
We tossed our towels down in a sunny spot on "their" beach, but mostly hung around with Danny and the guys by the grill. They told us they were from New Jersey but came up here because Robby's uncle had a big house on the lake and he let them use it to chill out.
They even had hard lemonade drinks that they gave us and nobody else because they said they were only for pretty girls. Guys had to drink beer. I never drank hard lemonade before, but after the first couple of sips, it tasted like regular lemonade, and way better than beer.
Robby had a cell phone in the boat, and we used it to call our parents. We met some kids our age, we told them. They were having a campfire and can we please stay out a little late? It took a lot of begging and reassurances that we had a headlight for our canoe, but they eventually agreed. It was super awkward to be talking to my dad while I was sitting topless on a beach full of older guys, but I got over it. Everything was finally working out fun!
It wasn't long after we finally ate that they were ready for volleyball. "You guys in?" Someone asked. Both Nikki and I were sitting on logs by the grill and talking to Danny.
"Think I'll pass, man," said Danny.
"Me too!" I said, maybe a little too quickly. I wanted to keep talking to Danny. "But Nikki's an awesome volleyball player."
She shot a nasty look in my direction, but unhappily took the hint. "Yeah," she said, "I'll play." I felt a little bad, but I wasn't thinking super straight after two bottles of the lemonade. I just knew my stomach was full of butterflies every time I caught Danny sneaking a glance at my naked boobs, and I wanted to be alone with him.
Danny sipped his beer and looked fondly in my direction. "I'm really glad you girls made it out here," he said.
I smiled back at him. "Me too!"
He stood from his deck chair and sat down beside me on the log. "My buddies all like your little friend," he said, as we both watched them picking teams. Nikki's boobs would certainly liven up a volleyball game. "Me, though, I think you're like the prettiest girl out here!"
He managed to make me blush, and I wasn't sure what to say back. I just twirled my hair nervously and looked down at my feet as I tried not to giggle. He put his hand on mine and squeezed it tight. Then he leaned in and kissed me, very soft and sweet right on the lips.
"Sorry," he said. "I'm not usually that forward. You're just too beautiful to resist."
It was like he was living to make me blush. "Don't be sorry," I whispered. "I liked it."
He kissed me again, this time moving his hands around to the small of my back and the back of my neck so that he could pull me in closer. I felt his tongue in my mouth and I didn't stop it. We kissed for a long while and then finally broke to breathe. We both giggled now, just a little.
"It's almost sunset," he said. "If we sneak around those rocks, we can see it reflecting off the water. You want to walk? It'd be romantic."
My heart was fluttering and my knees were quivering. How could I possibly say no? It was just so perfect. "Of course," I said, "I'd love to.He put a bottle of wine in a backpack, and we were off. He held my hand sweetly and led me along the bank of the lake just around the bend and back out again. We had to jump over some boulders, which was awkward without shoes, but Danny helped me and made sure I didn't fall.
On the other side of the rocks, we were alone on the beach and could see out across the lake to where the sun was just starting to turn the sky pink. It wasn't a perfect sunset, but it was a perfect moment.
"Just watch," he said as he stood behind me and pointed out over the water. I felt him around me, so much taller and bigger and stronger. He had his hands on my shoulders, and we watched the sun, but all I wanted to do was turn around and kiss him again.
He wrapped his strong arms around me, and I kissed his forearm softly. I could feel his strong abs and pecs on my back, and I almost giggled as I felt the soft stiffness of his cock against my back. He stroked my arm softly and trailed his hand down my stomach, caressing me gingerly and every so often nibbling the back of my neck or my earlobe. It was so romantic!
Oh, so casually, he moved his hand lower and beneath the waistband of my bikini to cup my pussy. I didn't stop him, but I got a little nervous. Older guys just move a little faster, I reminded myself.
He kept his hand there as we watched the sun sinking lower. He dipped a finger into my vagina and sent chills up and down my spine (in a good way). He must have enjoyed it too, because I could feel him getting extra hard.
Before the sun finished setting, he'd turned me around, and we were kissing again. It was so crazy! I couldn't believe how much a hot, sweet older guy like him could like me like that. He rubbed my shoulders softly as he laid me down in the sand and looked longingly into my eyes. He slid my bikini bottom down and off my legs. I couldn't believe I was there completely naked on the beach with this gorgeous guy. My heart was leaping!
"Spread your legs," he said.
He caught me off guard. "What?"
"Spread your legs," he said again. "So I can fuck you."
I was shocked. It was so frank and crude. "I don't want to do that," I said. "Let's just kiss more, please?"
He wrapped his hand in my hair and yanked it hard. "Open your fucking legs," he snarled. The sensitive, loving Danny had turned cold and angry. He forced his weight between my knees and literally pried my legs apart.
"Danny, don't," I pleaded. "Please!"
"Just relax and I won't hurt you," he said. I could feel his cock bobbing against my vulnerable naked pussy.
"You can't, please! I've never done that before." I started to sob.
"Good," he said, as he pressed all his weight down on my chest and adjusted his position between my legs. "I haven't had a cherry in months! Good thing I got there before Julio popped you, eh?"
"I said no, Danny! I'll scream!"
"Scream all you want, bitch, I'm still gonna fuck you." He was squeezing my arms so hard they hurt. I couldn't believe he'd keep at it while I cried.
I felt the head of his cock poking into my pussy, but he couldn't push all the way in because I was too dry. He shifted his weight again so that he could hold me in place with one arm and began roughly kneading my pussy. The sand on his hands hurt, and he wasn't being gentle anymore. His dry fingers ached inside me as he forced them in. I was shocked when I felt myself get wet--it didn't feel good at all!
"About fucking time," he muttered, like he was angry at me for not being ready to be raped.
"Don't do this!" I pleaded again, my voice barely audible.
"Keep begging, slut," he said. "I like that." I felt his cock parting my lips, and the alien sensation of a strange appendage sliding into my vagina. It felt like he was forcing a bat up into me. My little pussy was stretching around it, and it hurt.
That first thrust was long and slow, and he seemed to go impossibly deep inside of me. Then he slipped almost all the way back and thrust forward again, harder and faster so that he slammed hard against me. I screamed. I screamed so loud that someone must have heard, but no one came running. Danny just laughed and began to fuck me furiously.
I don't know how long it went on for. It felt like hours, but was probably minutes. Every stroke hurt as he pounded, stretched and filled me with his unwelcome cock. He punctuated the cruel thrusting by yanking my hair or roughly pawing at my breasts. Worse than all that were the things he said. He called me names, "jailbait cunt", "dumb little whore", "cumbucket", "stupid slut", and every variation of "bitch". He told me, through heavy breathing, how dumb I was to come out here, how he couldn't believe how easy I was to trick. He told me I must have wanted to get raped.
I cried the whole time. I tried to block it all out, just drift away, but he kept forcing me back by making a point of hurting me more. Then he yanked my hair hard and pounded his hips forward all at once, and as he groaned out loud, his whole body tensed. I could feel the warm sensation in my pussy, and I knew he'd cum in me. The terrible realization that he might be getting me pregnant right then hit me hard, and I wanted to die.
He collapsed down on top of me then, pinning me in place but not saying a word. I could still feel his cock inside of me, not moving but there, as it slowly grew soft. My whole body hurt, from the parts he'd torn open to the limbs that had struggled in vain to wrestle him off.
It was several more minutes before he finally rolled off of me, but he didn't let go of my arm. He wasn't going to let me run. "That was amazing," he said with a big grin.
"Fuck you," I snapped.
"You already did, bitch." He yanked me towards him and kissed me on the lips. He tasted so gross to me now.
"Let me go," I sobbed, "I want to go home."
"Later," he said.
He reached into the backpack, the one in which he'd so sweetly packed a bottle of wine for our romantic walk earlier, and pulled out a knife. My blood ran cold, and every muscle tensed.
He let go of my arm, finally, but I was too terrified to run. "Are you going to kill me?" I asked, certain that he might.
He looked at me like the question was insulting. "That'd be a waste of good pussy, bitch." With the knife still in hand, he stood up over me. "Do you know how to suck dick?"
I shook my head no.
"Time to learn then, cunt," he said, "and if you bite me, I'll cut off your tits."
I'd never sucked a boy's penis before. It always sounded so gross. They peed out of there! But with Danny standing over me with that big knife, I knew I didn't have a choice. "Get sucking!" he shouted when I paused too long, and I hurriedly wrapped my lips around his limp cock.
His dick was caked with cum, blood, sunscreen and sand, a gross mixture that made me gag as soon as I rested it on my tongue. It took all of my willpower to keep from vomiting, but I knew he'd be furious if I didn't keep sucking.
"Look up at me when you suck," he barked, and I did. He was stroking the knife, grinning down at me wickedly. Would he really kill me? I didn't know. He might, I knew. He'd already raped me.
It was a long while before he started to stiffen in my mouth. As his cock grew, he put his hands behind my head and moved it back and forth, trying to force himself into my throat. With my throat blocked, I started to gag, and he pulled back, but he laughed at my discomfort.
"Little slut like you oughta know how to suck better," he said, "how old are you anyway?"
He pulled my head off long enough to answer. "Fourteen," I said.
"Fuuuck," he said as he dipped back into my mouth, "just a little baby out here. No wonder you're so tight."
For a few more minutes, he fucked my face silently, then, with his erection large and steely hard, he pulled back out and shoved me to the ground. "On your hands and knees," he said.
Maybe I paused too long catching my breath, or maybe I just looked confused, but he got mad. "Crawl, bitch, now!"
I rolled onto my hands and knees like I was going to crawl, but he never said where. "My, my," he said, "that's a fine looking ass. Wiggle it for me." I shook my butt to his apparent satisfaction.
He stood behind me and spit on my butt, then spit on his hand. Even after all that had happened, I thought that was gross, but not as gross as when he rammed two fingers into my asshole. Not only was that gross, it hurt! I screamed out loud, despite my best efforts to not make him angry. For a long several moments, he pistoned his two fingers in and out of my saliva-slicked anus, but the pain didn't stop.
Finally, he knelt down behind me, and I girded myself to be raped again. "This is going to hurt a lot," he said, less as a warning and more as a promise. I was shocked to feel him positioning his cock at the back of my ass, not my pussy. It never even occurred to me before then that guys would want a girl that way--it was something gay men did--but as I screamed in agony, he shoved his cock into my tender asshole and sodomized me with the savage abandon of a man who thrives on little girls' pain.
The pain was unreal. I only wish I could come up with the words to describe it properly. There just aren't any. Even after having my virginity raped away, this was unbearable. I can't even remember the things he said to me while he did it, because I couldn't hear over my own screaming. It was a relief when he finally came and pulled out.
Finally without dick in me, I tried to collapse, but he scolded me and made me stay in that prone position while he recovered. I expected him to fuck me again, and I was terrified.
"Let's go back," he finally said, almost nonchalantly.I was shocked, but didn't wait to scramble to my feet.
Our walk back was mostly in silence, at least from my end. What could I say?
Danny, though, took the opportunity to tell me what happened to little girls who didn't know when to shut up. "You saw how quick those little `spics ran off earlier, right?" he asked. "You don't fuck with me. If you think you hurt now, you have no idea. I'll make you and everyone you know hurt like that, bitch. You don't want that."
I didn't even care anymore. I wanted to be home, bored on the dock. I wanted a shower.
There was a campfire burning on the beach as we wandered back. Danny's friends leered at me with knowing smirks and tossed their friend a beer. "Good times, Danny boy?" one of them asked, staring at me. I was naked and bleeding, with his cum leaking out of me. They all knew what happened, I knew. But they didn't care.
"Great times," Danny said, smirking. He smacked my ass. "Blondie here let me pop all three holes, didn't you, slut?" They all laughed, and I just stood there dying a little more.
"Where's Nikki?" I mumbled. I couldn't take much more.
"Who?" asked one of the guys.
"My friend," I said. I was trying not to sob.
"Oh right, chick with the tits. Check back behind the guard's locker back there. Think she was over there."
The guys laughed, like I was the butt of some sick joke.
I ran back towards the lifeguard locker that was a hundred yards up the beach, and sure enough, there was Nikki pinned beneath a fat blonde boy who was pumping himself in and out of her. Two of his friends sat back watching, their limp dicks indicating they'd already had their turn. Her hair was sticky and matted, and they'd cum all over her--it was streaked across her skin, matted in her hair, and leaking out of her pussy and ass.
I stood frozen, watching, until the man shot his load and slid off of her. The boys were drunk to the point of stumbling, thankfully, and clearly too spent to have another turn with either of us.
I kneeled next to her and shook her shoulder. "Emily?" she said weakly.
"Come on, Nikki, we gotta get out of here."
"I think I drank too much," she said.
We made do with the t-shirts that we left in the canoe. I had to do most of the paddling despite my aching body, because Nikki was barely conscious, and every stroke hurt. I was never so happy to see that shitty little cabin as I was that night. | null | null | Authors/Little_Bree/Neptune_Beach.txt |
122,073 | Stacey L. | Loving My Husband for You | You write me every day; you order me what to do. You give me permission when I can masturbate at work; you tell me how to do it for you. You obsess with my 34A breasts. You lovingly gave them names, Rita for the right one, Linda for the left. Your commands range from the highly erotic to the just-plain-kinky. You write me a quick note telling me to hide my very erect nipples from prying eyes at work by taping them over with band-aids. You ask me to press them hard against the cold window at work while I am talking to clients. You tell me to take out a highlighter from my desk drawer and trace a bold yellow circle around my aureoles and then to tease my nipples with the cap. You tell me to unfold a paper clip and slip it under my bra to feel its cold tip against the tender skin of my nipples. You order me to wield two pencils like chopsticks and pinch my nipples between the two erasers until I am on the verge of a climax. Such are your notes that I end up having to change panty liners four and five times a day: my wetness flows incessantly with desire to meet you.
You drive me out of my mind with wild desire, every note from you planning a subsequent date, even though we have not yet even met. You tease me about your lovely 5-inch penis, you force me to describe how I think it is, and yet you taunt me by not even sending me a picture of you totally nude, erect and throbbing for me.
You make me insanely jealous when you write me telling me in great detail how you use your wife's body to fantasize you are fucking me instead. You make me rage with jealousy telling me how you tweak her nipples and she does not like it, when instead I know you are using hers to fantasize you are tormenting mine to no end.
You tell me how you thrust into your wife's pussy and how happy she gets. I know that your wife cannot possibly be completely fulfilled with a 5-inch penis, and yet I despair with the desire of feeling just as unfulfilled as she. I know that a man with such a small penis will overcompensate in other ways to pleasure a woman, and that is just what I want. You deny it to me.
Often I have told you that you will not be allowed to fuck my pussy. Yes, you may finger-fuck me all you want, but my pussy belongs to my husband. Yes, you will always be welcome as my anal guest. You ignore my plea. You send me countless notes telling me you want to tit-fuck me until I scream, knowing that my very meager 34A breasts can hardly touch, much less wrap around your thick, richly veined 5-inch penis. I long so much to have you.
You order me to refrain from climaxing at work. Yes, you give me permission to do all imaginable things to myself, and yet you deny me the ultimate joy. Instead, you tell me to go home to my own husband.
In our matrimonial bedroom, you have told me to leave my laptop on the dresser across from our bed. The webcam is turned on. From afar, you can see our bedroom, you can see everything my husband and I do. And in the intimacy of our married life, I know that afar, in some distant and unknown city, you are watching me perform with my own husband. I know that you are observing us and jerking off. It excites me beyond words to perform with my husband in full view of a total stranger.
Slowly I undress near the camera. I want you to see my sheer blouse fall to the floor, my tiny bra come undone. I quiver as I turn to the camera to give you a closer view of my meager breasts, nipples boldly erect. Slowly I fondle my breasts, rubbing them, attempting as best I can to bring them close together. Boldly, I show you first my right nipple, usually a bit perkier and harder, then the left one, always much more sensitive and tending to rise a bit to the side. I am ashamed of my smallness, and yet curiously excited showing you how I am.
My very own husband comes over. He does not know the camera is turned on, broadcasting his seduction to a total stranger whom I have never met. My husband slides my slacks off. I stand before the camera shaking in my panties. My husband removes those, always so lovingly taking care of me. I sense the camera watching and through it, you too are jerking off when you first get a glimpse of my untrimmed pubic hair.
I take a deep breath. There is no turning back. How I have to perform on camera for you. I motion my husband to lie on the bed. I take off his shirt and remove his trousers. Placing myself aside him so as to not block the camera, I take off his briefs slowly. You too can see his cock now, very clearly. I know you do not enjoy seeing other men, but this time you feel strangely interested. After all, my husband's is the ONLY cock I will EVER allow into my pussy.
I place my left hand at the base of his cock. Carefully I wrap it around so that just the top 5 inches of his cock show. After all, my husband is not as small as your lovely penis by a long shot. I want to imagine how it would feel to caress yours. Only 5 inches show. My left hand is not squeezing nor doing anything: just covering the middle and bottom of his cock and holding it in place.
My husband has a lot of pre-cum flowing. I use only one finger, my middle finger, to slide over his cock. Up and down, slowly. Side to side, slowly. I trace his glans, slowly. Carefully, I look at it. Every movement of my middle finger is perfectly visible to you, too. Going back again and again to his wetting pee hole, my middle finger gets wetter and wetter, sliding easier and easier over his penis, rubbing it deep into his slit, pressing into his pee hole as if to try to slide it into it. I know you are jerking off watching me do it. Often, I have told you how much I would love to do this TO you and just sit back to watch you ejaculate into thin air. Only that now I am doing it FOR you online.
A few times my husband has pleaded for relief. I have denied it, holding back until he calms down before resuming my one-finger hand-job. Occasionally I slap around his swollen testicles to remind him of what I enjoy him doing to my breasts. He moans.
It is not fair to keep him under so much sexual stress. I look at the camera and smile. I know you are jerking off just watching me. I straddle my husband and lower myself. Slowly, you can see my pussy engulfing him to the hilt. I sit atop him for a moment, feeling him deep inside me, feeling his throbbing banging against my ovaries.
I lean over, pinning his hands down with mine. I do not want him touching my nipples. The moment he squeezes my nipples with all his might I always have an orgasm. Today I want to hold off - for you.
I lean way over, spreading my knees as far apart as I can. I want you to see my derrière. I want you to see my anus. I want you to see how my husband's cock slides in and out of me, moving my pencil-thin labia in and out.
I want you to see me, do you understand that?
I want you to watch me while I fuck my own husband. I want you to see what makes me feel good. I want you to watch us carefully so that when you finally DO decide you want to date me for real, you can ravage me with reckless abandon.
I WANT YOU TO SEE ME!
I am so extremely aroused that my pelvic and vaginal muscles clamp shut tight. It is almost painful on his cock when I do that. And yet, it prevents him from having an orgasm much to my delight. My Kegel lessons and exercises are working perfectly!
My husband is struggling. Like you, he too knows that it is physically impossible for me to have a clitoral orgasm. Like you, he too knows that the only way I can climax is when my nipples are pinched extremely sharply and tightly. He struggles to free his hands, to race his fingers to my nipples. I do not let him free.
But I know that you too must have the same anxiety as you jerk off watching me fuck my very own husband. I know that you too need relief.
Quickly I spin around, still atop my husband, still straddling him reverse-cowboy. I show my frontal nudity to you in the camera. I ride my husband with fury and passion. You can clearly see my meager breasts moving up and down just a bit, as much as such little breasts can move. On camera, you can see my pussy pumped in and out by my husband's cock. You wish it was your lovely penis instead, but you know I will never allow you to have vaginal intercourse with me. it drives you wilder with desire.
All good things must come to an end.
In an instant, I release my grip on my husband's hands. They race to grab both my nipples with all his might between his fingers.
I scream.
He lurches up, sitting up behind me, my nipples firmly in his grip.
I scream again and again.
On camera you can see my husband's cock violently convulsing. You know he is ejaculating copious gallons of semen deep into my pussy.
I am still screaming.
I bend over almost touching my toes. That position gives my husband utmost penetration. I feel like his penis is throbbing all the way inside me, all the way through my throat.
My screams turn to moans.
My moans turn to sighs.
I am limp as a rag.
I fall over and lie in my husband's powerful arms.The last sound I hear is the laptop announcing, "You have mail."
I smile.
I do not need to look.
I do not need to read my email.
I know it is a note from you.
I know you are happy to have watched me.
And that you will be using your wife's body now to fuck me instead.
I fall asleep. My dreams are a mixture of intense jealousy that you are fucking her and that you have made me very happy by watching me fuck my own husband for you. | null | null | Authors/stacey_l/Loving My Husband for You.txt |
122,405 | oyster50 | Nina | You know, back to the funeral... Jennifer's mom and dad. I saw them there. They were cordial, as always was the case, and they hugged on Sandy and stood with her between themselves and me during the service.
After the graveside service, Jennifer's mom, Glenda Garrett, bent over to speak to Sandy as we were leaving. "Sandy," she said. "We love you, child. We want... Well, keep in touch." Glenda stood and looked at me, unsmiling, her expression something I couldn't parse. "Dan, we'd like to see a lot of Sandy."
"I think that's a good idea, Ms. Glenda. My parents are gone. Grandparents are good for kids." I was being honest. Yes, Glenda was one of those 'difficult' personalities. I can't help but believe that it was her influence, her strange idea of status and entitlement that screwed up Jennifer in the first place. But that wasn't enough to keep a little girl from visiting her grandma.
Andrew Garrett, Sandy's grandfather, he was probably the most hen-pecked guy in the state. However, I do know how he survived. He and Glenda used to do a mixed drink every evening when he came in from work, or after dinner, now that he was retired. She thought it somehow genteel and sophisticated. He saw it as an excuse for the smell of alcohol on his breath. He kept a half-gallon of bourbon in his workshop, replenished frequently.
Jennifer had a sister, too, but she was out of the picture. Actually, the sister was out of her freakin' mind, living with some sort of spiritual guru or guide or whatever on a farm or ashram or whatever scam he was running. She didn't even come in for her sister's funeral, and I'd seen her exactly twice in the years I was married to Jennifer.
So that's where we were. Me. Nina. Sandy. There are crazier 'blended families' in the world today. This one is ours.
Friday after work I visited the local rental emporium that gets a significant portion of business from the facility where I work, a fact that I mentioned (TWICE. Pointed out my name on a couple of purchase orders) and rented an enclosed trailer. As in, "Ten bucks to cover the paperwork and we'll call it good, Mister Gleason!"
We went to dinner Friday night in Nina's little car, rather than tug that trailer through parking lots.
Saturday morning we were up early, on the road at six, through the McDonald's for a bag of breakfast, then we were back on the road with a piano work on the stereo, a fact not unnoticed by the ten-year-old in the back seat.
"Dad, can I take piano lessons? I wanna play stuff like that."
"Are you gonna be serious about it? I don't like that 'flavor of the week' thing, little girl."
"I know, Dad." She huffed. "I'm serious about it."
"You have to be. There's a pretty long road from where you are today to playing Mozart."
"Yes, Dad, I know..." she sounded slightly exasperated.
Nina walked up to the little bonfire we had going between me and Sandy and dumped gasoline on it. "Dan, I'd like to take lessons with her. We're BOTH beginners."
Apparently there was another Plan being implemented. I thought I'd test to see if I was right. "So where did you two decide to put the piano?"
Sandy said, "That short wall between the door to the kitchen and the hall. You'll have to move a bookcase."
I'd been had, and what's worse, I was actually happy about it. "Nina, do you think you two can look into who might be a suitable teacher?"
Squeal! "Thank you, Daddy!"
Nina just looked at me and smiled.
The actual trip, one way, was almost four hundred miles. Somewhere along the ride, we changed the CD to something else.
Nina laughed. "Oak Ridge Boys? Are you KIDDING!"
Sandy giggled. "Daddy sings the bass part! Show 'er, Daddy!"
Okay... Call it a weakness. Apparently it's contagious, because I soon had the three of us singing along in harmony as the miles rolled by.
Lunch was a chain restaurant just off the interstate, and mid-afternoon, we pulled up on the residential street in front of Harry and Jennifer's house. There was a car I didn't recognize in the driveway, and since it didn't have dealer plates, I surmised it wasn't Harry's. We walked to the door.
Sandy barged right in. "Harry! It's meeee..."
"Well, hello, Sandy," Glenda said.
That explained the unidentified car.
She looked up at me and Nina standing in the door. The smile that was there for Sandy waned quickly. "Do come in," she said. "Harry's not here. He had to be at work. I've been helping him with Jennifer's things. It's hard for him, you know."
"I can't see where it would be any easier for you, Glenda," I said. I was honest. The lady'd lost her daughter. That had to be tough.
"One does what one must, Dan," she said. "You're here to get Sandy's things?"
"Yes," I said. "We brought a trailer."
"Dan, can I talk to you a minute?" she said.
"Sure!" I said.
"In private?"
"Oooo-kay," I said. We walked outside. Sandy was sitting with Nina, holding a picture of her and her mom, crying. Nina looked at me and nodded acknowledgment, and went back to stroking Sandy's hair, consoling a sobbing little girl.
I followed Glenda outside.
She turned. "Dan, I know you're newly married... to that girl..."
The little twist of her tone changed my mode from friendly and sympathetic to wary. Very wary.
"We want Sandy to live with us, Dan." Her grey eyes were hard.
"Glenda," I said, "Sandy was going to ask Jenn about moving in with us, Nina and me, this summer. She fits well with Nina and me. We'll make sure she visits you any time she wants. Whenever it's okay with you and Andy. But she's MY daughter. I want her with me."
"Dan, I don't think she should be exposed to you and your teen bride."
"Glenda," I said, struggling to maintain decorum, "We are decent people, Nina and I. We ARE married. I don't remember you objecting to what Sandy was exposed to when Jennifer hauled her out of our house to move in with her boyfriend six months before the divorce was final."
"That's immaterial. History lesson. Dan, I'm serious. You'd have your freedom, you and uh... Nina, is it? You two could do whatever you wanted, when you wanted. Sandy's just gonna be in YOUR way..."
I tried to defuse the situation. "Glenda, I know it's tough for you right now, losing Jennifer. Let's just let things go as they are. You'll be able to think clearly in a few days..."
"Don't you DARE patronize me, Dan Gleason!" she spat. "I know what I'm doing!"
"No, Glenda, I don't think you do. Do you honestly mean that you were a bigger part of Sandy's life since Jennifer left me than I was? Seriously? I can't believe you think like that." I was struggling now to keep civil.
"Okay, Dan," she said through tight lips. "We'll leave things as they are. I will help you locate Sandy's things. I've found some photos and things of Jennifer's that Sandy should have."
"Okay, Glenda," I said.
Nina looked at me curiously when we walked back into the house. We loaded boxes and bags and a raft of clothes on hangers and lastly, a cat carrier with a grey male tabby cat who was not happy with the disrespect being shown him.
Nina and I were rearranging the boxes in the trailer. Sandy was inside with her grandmother, being shown photo albums.
"What went on out here, baby?" she asked. "I couldn't make out words, but your voice..."
"Don't say anything to Sandy, sweetheart, but Glenda wants Sandy to live with them. I told her 'no way'."
"You're serious? What's she thinking?"
"Sweetie," I said, "She said that it would allow us to have our lives to ourselves, without having to worry about Sandy."
"How just too wonderfully admirable of her, Dan! Yeah, I didn't expect to end up with Sandy a month and a half ago when we got married, but you know what?!?! I LIKE her!" She paused and looked into my eyes, that ebony hair in delightful disarray. "You aren't considering it, are you?"
"No. Not really. Sandy's lost her mom. She doesn't need her dad dumping her off on grandma."
I got a kiss on the cheek. "Good! That's my Dan! And OUR Sandy."
We went inside and retrieved Sandy. Harry drove up, parking on his own lawn. Sandy ran up and hugged him. "I'm sorry, Harry..." she said. He bent over and she kissed him on the cheek. I walked up to him as Sandy went to talk to her cat.
"Harry, I'm sorry. Again. And Sandy... I know she's not yours, but she likes you. Send her a card or talk to her every now and then. This is hard on her. Her whole life turned upside down."
"I appreciate that, Dan. She's a good kid, but Jenn used to get exasperated at her. Said, in her words, she was so much YOU. But yeah, she's a good kid. Smart. Real smart. I'll keep in touch, for her sake."
Nina came up behind me. "We're ready to roll, Dan."
"I'll see you around, Harry," I said. I got in the car without looking for Glenda, and we drove off with a pet-friendly hotel as a destination for the night.We parked the SUV and trailer, and the four of us - me, Nina, Sandy, and one fuzzy Mister Mittens who was glaring at the world from his barred vantage in the pet carrier - headed out.
Bathing suits came out, and we did an hour at the pool, then retreated to the room and enjoyed delivery pizza for dinner. The three of us sat cross-legged on one of the two queen beds and played cards for a while, then the two of them located a nature show on TV, and we went to sleep.
At six the next morning, we did the reverse of the previous day's trip. Arriving at home, I backed the trailer into the drive, and we started unloading. After the first three boxes were inside, I did the unloading while Nina and Sandy started putting things away. Mister Mittens was still in the pet carrier, having a stare-down through the bars at Sam, who was considering this new intrusion into his carefully managed household.
Once I got the trailer emptied, I walked into Sandy's room, interrupting a discussion about the order one uses to hang one's clothing. "I'm gonna go turn in the trailer," I said. "If you two come with me, we can go out to eat. If you stay, I expect to see a meal in progress when I get back."
Sandy looked at Nina. "Honestly, Nina, how do you put up with him?" Giggle.
"It's the price I pay to associate with his bright children," Nina quipped right back.
"Well, I suppose one must make sacrifices..." My precocious daughter.
We dropped the trailer off and went to the Italian restaurant for dinner.
"Sandy, this is where your dad and I went on our first date."
"Really?" Sandy said.
"Really," I answered. "And I didn't even know it was a date. I thought I was bringing a bright young high school girl out to eat after working with her on her trigonometry."
Dinner was a happy affair. Maybe happier for them than me, because I had this nagging feeling that Glenda was going to be a problem. I pushed it out of my mind and enjoyed dinner, and we went home.
Sandy walked in and went to the cat carrier. "Dad, can I let Mister Mittens out now?"
"Sure, baby," I said. "But they might not get along very well. They're two cats used to having their own houses. Now they have to share."
She opened the carrier, and Mister Mittens walked warily out into his new home. Sam observed from the arm of the sofa. Okay. That looked pretty good. The next forty-five minutes was occupied by various showers and post-shower rituals.
We played a round of rummy, the stereo on in the background, and then what would become another ritual for us, three mugs of herbal tea, relaxing for bed.
Sandy kissed me and Nina good night. "I'll sleep in my room tonight," she announced. "Maybe Mister Mittens will sleep in there with me. Sam does."
I tucked her in. "I love you, Sandy."
"I love you too, Dad," she said.
Nina and I retired to our bedroom, closing the door. She turned to me, throwing arms around my neck. "Long day, honey," she said. "Now, is there anything that Glenda can really do about getting Sandy away from us?"
"Not that I know of, baby," I said. "But all the same, I'm calling my lawyer in the morning." I ran my hands down her sides, savoring her form through the cloth of her nightshirt.
"You could do better if this thing was off," she whispered. I peeled her nightshirt off over her head, watching her sassy hair splay out, and she slid her panties down, kicking her feet free. "Now yours," she whispered.
I complied. We loved on each other with hands and mouths, and she tugged me into her, and she had a shuddering little orgasm, and I filled her with my own.
"We need to put our nightshirts back on, baby," she said afterward. We did. She rolled on her side, and I spooned up behind her. I put my arm around her, and she put my hand over her breast and whispered, "I love you, Dan."
"I love you, too, Nina." And we went to sleep.
Monday morning. Nina got up with me, despite my suggestion that she sleep in. Apparently, we made enough noise to wake Sandy because she walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes.
"Hi, sleepy head," I said.
"Mornin', Dad. Mornin', Nina."
"How'd you sleep?" Nina asked.
"Two cats. One on each side. Every time I move, I have to move one."
"That means they'll do okay. As long as there's a little girl between 'em." Of course, I was immediately made to be a liar when two cats sauntered into the kitchen in close tandem. I was out the door before seven and in my office before seven thirty.
After the staff meeting, I retired to my office and closed the door. My computer gave me the phone number. I dialed.
A pleasant female voice answered, "Grantham Law Offices. Can I help you?"
I explained who I was, cited some work that Dodd Grantham had done for me and vice versa, added a remark about us being in high school together, and asked if he could call me back. I figured, 'yeah, right... that'll happen...' but was pleasantly surprised shortly afterward when the phone rang, and I answered.
"Dan Gleason, XYZCorp, can I help you?"
"Hey, Dan. This is Dodd Grantham. Maybe I can help you?"
"Dodd," I said, "If I need to come to your office, just say so, but I got a question."
"Shoot," he said. "I don't start chargin' until you make me do research."
I explained the situation. "Can she take Sandy? Court order or something?"
"Look, Dan... Under the conditions of the custodial parent's death, the surviving parent retains custody. That's you. The only exception is if you're an unfit parent. You're not. And there's no judge in THIS town that would rule you as unfit."
"What about an eighteen-year-old wife?" I asked.
"Oh, that might raise an eyebrow, but you could be the pole dancer in a transvestite bar and they wouldn't say anything these days. You're not in prison. You're employed. You're not on drugs. You're fit, as far as the courts are concerned."
"Good," I said. "So what do you think the ex-mother-in-law is thinking?"
"Wellll," Dodd said, "If she came to me, I'd tell her that her only chance would be to get you to sign over custody voluntarily. If it was me, and she'd already asked you herself, I think my final step would be to call you myself and make a few carefully crafted but idle threats to see if you'd fold your hand."
"My, you lawyers are a devious bunch, aren't you?" I laughed.
"Law ain't like that electrical stuff you play with. Rules in MY game are what we choose to make them."
I laughed again. "Well, they may pull your license for it, but you've actually helped me today."
Dodd chuckled. "Glad to do it. But hey, new wife, kid, you need to get your will straightened out. Come see me. I'll fix you up, and won't screw you too bad."
"You know, I need to do that. Thanks for reminding me."
"Yeah. And if you get hauled into court over this, let me know. We'll win. And if they take you to court and they lose, they'll pay me, not you."
"Okay, Dodd. I appreciate the advice."
"No problem," he said. "You helped me on that suit last year." I'd given him a professional report on an issue that showed up in an almost frivolous lawsuit.
I opened my door, considerably relaxed, and left the office in my golf-cart to survey my kingdom.
Lunch today was a sandwich, packed with love, so I was told, by Nina.
After lunch, I had a roll of drawings spread out on the table in my office when my phone rang. Nina. "Hey, baby," I said.
"Hey, guy," she answered. She didn't sound too happy. "You're getting ready to get a phone call from a lawyer. He called here looking for your work number. I told him I couldn't give it out. He said he'd get it anyway."
I recounted my earlier conversation with Dodd. "Still, though, it seems like she's going to give it a try."
"We'll do okay. In the meantime, I won't let her call Sandy. But if Sandy wants to call her..."
"Discourage it," I said. "I don't know how, but I don't want her playing games with Sandy."
"Okay, sweetie. I'll have dinner on the stove when you get home, okay?"
"Okay, love ya, sweetie! Bye." I hung up.
Sure enough, twenty minutes later, the phone rang. "Dan Gleason, XYZCorp, can I help you?"
"Mister Gleason, I am Howard Smythe, attorney for Mr. & Mrs. Andrew Garrett, parents of your deceased ex-wife. They are formally requesting custody of their grand-daughter. It would be easiest for all involved if you'd sign a voluntary consent to this."
"Sir, I know who you are." I did. He was the go-to guy if you wanted to hit up Wal-Mart for tripping in the parking lot or wanted to claim you found a dismembered body in your new refrigerator or a mouse in your Pepsi or whatever. Ambulance-chasers had to push HIM out of the way. He was a joke, fighting against his payment of child support for his own kids who were living with their mom whom he'd divorced to marry his new legal assistant. I continued. "I see no reason to comply with that request. My daughter has been with me for the last three weeks. She's faced the trauma of losing her mom, and I'll be damned if I subject her to the feelings that her dad doesn't want her around."
"Mr. Gleason, I advise you that we may likely file suit for custody. It could be unpleasant for you and your new wife." Oily. That's how he sounded. Oily.
"Howard," I said, not giving him the honor of using his last name, "In the immortal words of General McAuliffe of Bastogne, 'Nuts!'. Do what you have to do. Good day, sir!" Clunk. I hung up.
My next move was to alert Dodd Grantham. "Head's up," I told him.
I went home seething over the audacity of Glenda. I pulled Nina aside and explained what had transpired.
"I think we should explain it to her, Dan. She's smart. She can grasp what's going on."
"Okay, baby. Let's go have a family talk."When we walked into the living room, she looked up.
"Uh-oh, looks serious," she said.
We sat down. Nina was at my side. "Come sit here," I said.
She perched on my knee. "Dad? You look serious."
"It is serious, baby. Your grandmother wants you to go live with them."
Her eyes flicked back and forth between mine and Nina's. "But I like it here. Y'all do want me, right?" Her face was darkened with concern now.
"Of course we do, little one. We're both very happy to have you with us. We make a neat family."
"That's what I thought. Nina and I had fun today. Tomorrow we're supposed to talk with piano teachers. Nina's gonna learn with me."
I closed my eyes. Why did anyone want to hurt my daughter now?
"I don't want to go live with grandma, Dad. I don't know, she's... strange. I mean, she's my grandma, and I love her, but I don't want to live there."
"Sweetie, the only way you'd go there is if YOU told me and Nina that moving there was what you wanted. Not what your grandma wanted. But there may be a fight. With lawyers. I... we wanted you to be prepared."
She looked sad. Now I questioned my wisdom in telling her. I'd just added uncertainty to her life when she was already shaken.
"You're my precious little girl, baby. Nina and I will do everything we can to keep you here. Don't worry. I talked with a lawyer today and he tells me we can't lose."
"Okay, Dad. 'Cause I doubt that grandma would buy me a piano."
Nina said, "Come on, let's eat dinner. I talked to my Baptist grandmother, and I have made us a casserole."
"What religion do I have to find to get pie in this house?" I joked.
We started settling into something like a routine. Sandy went with Nina to the library and helped out with the kid programs, and of course, hauled back a bunch of books. We added another laptop to the house stable. I heard nothing from anybody for a couple of days.
On Thursday evening, we were just getting the table set for dinner when there was a knock on my door. I got served. Family Court. In the case of Daniel Gleason vs. Glenda Garrett, re: custody of minor child, Sandra Gleason.
Nina and Sandy sat beside me on the sofa as I read the legalese. "Judgment of fitness." "Best interests of the child."
In my engineer's mind I recalled the part of Dodd's advice that said, "And there's no judge in THIS town that would rule you as unfit", and countered that with "Rules in MY game are what we choose to make them." I preferred laws from people named Ohm and Boyle and Thevenin.
I did my best to reassure my family. It's a difficult thing to do when you need reassurance yourself.
I called Dodd Grantham as soon as I thought I could get through. He was incredulous. "Can you fax it to me?"
"How about scan and email?"
"Even better." He gave me an address. "I'll look over it and call you back. We'll know how this is gonna shake out."
Thirty minutes later the phone rang in my office. "Dan Gleason, XYZCorp, can I help you?"
"Dan, this is Dodd. Things move fast with these cases. You've got a hearing next Thursday in family court. These things don't look like courtroom stuff on TV. If we're lucky, we can end the whole thing then. If not, well, we'll just move to the next step."
"What are we talking about? A hearing?"
"Yeah, family court judge sits. They appoint a social worker on the child's behalf. That's the sticky part, I guess. The social worker is going to interview you, your child, your new wife, trying to determine the suitability of the home the child is living in. They'll also interview the grandmother and grandfather and see what kind of home they have." He paused. "Now let me ask you something, and please understand, I'm your lawyer and nothing you tell me goes any further. I just need to know what they might find to use on their side."
"I can't think of anything, Dodd," I said. "I'm employed, financially solvent, substantial savings, own my house, haven't even had a traffic ticket in years. I don't drink, other than socially. No drugs."
"What about your wife?"
"Nina? Graduated two months ago with honors. She was eighteen before we really started dating. We're legally married. Same thing. No drugs, no alcohol?"
"Do you understand 'moral turpitude'?" he asked.
"Yes I do." I told him about Nina's mom, and her grandmother, and Nina's two incidents, one at school. "But she was a minor. There shouldn't be any record. She wasn't charged."
"Well, Dan," he said, "I know that, but this isn't a criminal proceeding, and if somebody has knowledge of either incident, they may bring it up." He paused. "Honestly, Dan, I still don't see us as having a problem. I think our friend is just posturing, hoping that the weight of his name is going to scare you into giving up."
"Ah, for heaven's sake, Dodd! It's freakin' Howard Smythe. In a just society he'd be dead from a duel years ago. He's the caricature of the 99% of lawyers that give the rest a bad name."
"I know, Dan," he chuckled. "I don't think a sane lawyer would've taken this case. But we still need to treat it as serious. Can you and your wife and daughter come by the office Monday or Tuesday? I need to talk with all of you, just to make sure we're all on the same sheet of music."
"Dodd, these two are the love of my life," I said.
"I understand completely, Dan. I just want to give 'em a little guidance about what to expect, and to make sure we don't have any traps waiting. Monday then? Four o'clock?"
"That works," I said.
That evening we had a family discussion about what I'd learned. All of it. Nina explained the high school incident to Sandy. She glossed over the attempted molestation with 'a bad man tried to do bad things to me and I fought him off as best I could.'
Saturday we shopped for pianos. A teacher had been selected, an older woman who played Sundays at her church and who'd actually had a little career in music. She recommended a music store to visit. Nina told me, "Miss Lester says these people will do us right. Just mention her name."
"Ah, Miss Lester," the salesman said. "She's been teaching for years. Here's what will work. It's used. Older. But it'll work until you come back to buy a Steinway. Who's taking lessons."
"Me an' Nina," Sandy said.
"Oh, really?" he smiled. "And you want the books Miss Lester uses, too?"
"I guess," I said. "I'm not packing this thing home by myself. When can you deliver?"
"Monday afternoon? Tuesday?"
"Tuesday will work. That gives me time to move things around."
"We have to move a bookcase," Nina smiled.
The next stop was sixty miles up the road to an outdoor store. We left there with a pink kayak on a trailer. Yes, I was operating on the assumption that we were a family now, and a family we would be.
Sunday we made an event of driving to a park and spending the day bicycling and picnicking.
Monday I scooted off the job a little early and brought my bunch to Dodd's office. I was in my 'engineer at work' clothes. Nina and Sandy were dressed almost identically in jeans and blouses and athletic shoes, two pair of blue eyes, identical haircuts, one blonde, and one dark brunette.
We were ushered into Dodd's office. I introduced my girls to Dodd. I think he was impressed. Neither of them looked particularly abused. Dodd said so.
"So let me tell you what's going on with this hearing, folks," he said, smiling his best smile. "We have an advantage, I think. Dan, Nina, they may question you a bit hard, but Sandy, they'll be very careful about how they talk to you. All they want to know is how you really feel about things."
You don't give Sandy an opening like that. "Mister Dodd, I feel like they're crazy. I was gonna ask to come live with Dad this summer when I got home. Before Mom..." her eyes wetted and she suppressed a sob.
"Even with him marrying Miss Nina?" Dodd asked.
"Especially since he married Miss Nina. Don't'cha think it would've been hard, I mean, with Dad workin', for me to stay by myself? But with Miss Nina..."
"Nina? Your thoughts?" He asked.
Nina sucked in a breath. I knew that as a sign she was going into her 'soliloquy mode'. "Mister Dodd, I knew that Dan had a daughter before we got married, and that she'd be part of our life together. Yes, I was worried. I've heard some bad stories about step-mom relationships, but I love Dan and I started talking to Sandy on the phone way before she joined us for the summer. We hit it off. Before we came back off vacation she brought up the idea of her wanting to move in with us, and I know her, and I know Dan, and I know me, and I know it would work. I don't know how to characterize our relationship. Maybe sisters, sort of, but we worked it all out so far."
"You just tell 'em that on Thursday, young lady," Dodd said. "Now, folks, I expect that in a day or two you'll get an unannounced visit from social services to determine the suitability of your home."
Nina giggled. "Then Dan needs to move a bookcase for the piano we're getting tomorrow."
That put us back at the house. Nina was in the kitchen.
"Something with noodles, Dan," she said, and she started cooking while Sandy and I moved stacks of books to get that bookcase to a movable state, helped tremendously by two cats who thought that every box needed to be tried on for size.
I and my diminutive helper had the books out of the case and stacked in my office/spare bedroom. Nina gave me a hand scooting the case into the space I'd made for it, and then she looked at the spot on the carpet that had previously been covered by the bookcase.
"Oh, now I KNOW we need a piano," she said. "Or new carpet!"
"Next spring," I said. "I was planning on it. Now you and I and Sandy have to decide together on it.The kitchen timer dinged, and Nina pulled the casserole out of the oven. It was dinnertime. | null | Chapter 12 | Authors/oyster50/stories/Nina/nina12.txt |
122,692 | null | Leya's Cheerleader Tryout | You're sitting in the coach's office, nervous. You've already been through two rounds of tryouts - grueling challenges that tested your endurance. You were then told that you were one of the finalists for one of the coveted spots on the cheerleading squad. The last stage was an interview with the football coach. You were nervous about this - the coach was a legend in the school and in the community. During the 25 years that he's been running the program, he's never failed to take the team to at least the quarterfinals, and has won the state championship an astonishing nine times, including each of the last two years. If your school has a god, it's him. You glance around the room, looking at the awards behind the desk, the freakishly neat desk (not a paper on it!), the door behind you leading to the boys' locker room, anything and everything to keep you from thinking of how nervous you are.
He walks in through the other door. This is the first time you've seen him this close. Though he's showing some touches of gray in his hair, he still cuts a very handsome figure, and very obviously stays in shape. He smiles at you and you feel a little tingle inside as you nervously smile back.
Following him through the door, much to your surprise, is Erin, the head cheerleader! She was at the earlier tryouts, of course, but for some reason, you didn't think she'd be at this one. As the head cheerleader, Erin was, of course, one of the most popular girls at school, the senior girl that every freshman wanted to be like. Indeed, Erin was kind of like school royalty - her mom joined the cheerleader squad during the coach's first year, eventually becoming head cheerleader in her senior year, and two of her daughters had followed suit. Erin's own little sister, currently a junior, was the next one set to be head cheerleader. Tall, brunette, and stunning, she was the fantasy object of every straight male in the school. She smiles at you as she closes and locks the door behind her.
"Hello Leya," the coach greets you, "Erin was just showing me the video of your audition. I must say, I was very impressed." "Thank you, sir," you reply, as you try to figure out why the coach would be watching your audition tapes.
"You have a gymnastics background, right?" the coach asks as he sits at the edge of the desk facing you, "and some ballet?" "That's right," you answer. Erin walks behind your chair and stands there.
"It's clear to me," says the coach, "that you've got the performance skills that we look for in our cheerleaders. The reason that we have this interview is to determine whether you have the attitude to be a cheerleader for this school." "What do you mean by attitude?" you ask.
"Well," says the coach, "let me tell you a story. When I came here many years ago, the football program here was an absolute mess. Players didn't want to play, and school spirit was in the toilet. I changed that, and built this school into a football power. Do you want to know how I did it?" "Yes," you reply.
"I realized that to be great, those boys on the field needed a strong support system behind them. And that the key to that was the cheerleading squad. Do you know what the cheerleaders are for?" You think for a moment, and answer "to cheer the team on and build school spirit?" "Close," the coach replies with a kind smile, "but not quite. The cheerleaders at this school know that it is their job to support the team. To give those boys something to look forward to. To make them feel good. When I came here, Erin's mother, who was only a freshman then, joined the squad. With her help, we developed a plan to remake the squad from a bunch of spoiled privileged girls into a team dedicated to the good of the team. Since then, the cheerleaders have been our secret weapon. By doing what they do for the boys and for the coaching staff, on and off the field, they make the team successful. The question is, are you willing to do what it takes?" As he's speaking, the coach subtly flexes his hip forward. It's a small motion, lasting only for a second, but it draws your eyes to the stiffness in his pants. The coach has a hard-on! you think with an internal giggle. Unconsciously, you tongue swats across your lip. You look back up quickly, hoping that he didn't see you. Realizing he asked you a question, you answer "Yes sir!" "Atta girl!" he says with a smile. "Now, part of the cheerleader's job is to sense what the team or the coaching staff needs, and to give it to them. Do you understand what I mean?" Your eyes are drawn again to the coach's crotch. You swear you see it pulse. You look back up at him. He gives a smile and a little nod, and you realize that he saw you looking at his crotch! You look down at it again, this time letting your gaze linger on it a bit longer. You look back at Erin, who smiles and nods at you. You look back at the coach's eyes, and see that he's smiling a bit wider now. You feel yourself getting wet between the legs as you lick your lips and answer him, in your most coquettish voice: "Well, I'm not sure coach. Maybe if I had a hint." He laughs a little as he responds, "well, right now, I have a need. If you can guess what it is and satisfy it, you'll make the squad." You look down at his crotch again. You now understand what is expected of you. And you want to do it. Not just to become a cheerleader, but because the sight of that hard cock has made you very horny. Licking your lips, you kneel in front of him, and undo his pants and pull his underwear down. You marvel at the size of his cock. You slowly wrap your lips around just the head, rolling your tongue around it. The coach inhales sharply as your tongue swirls around the head of his cock. You reach a hand up and begin playing with his balls. "Erin," he says, "you were right about this one." "Have we ever steered you wrong?" Erin asks, as she walks to the desk to watch you. You notice she's taken off her skirt and sweater, and is now only in her bra and panties. She climbs up on the desk behind the coach and snakes her arms around him. He turns his head towards her for a deep kiss.
Looking up as best you can with a mouthful of dick, you see Erin undoing his shirt and running her hands all over his now exposed chest.
"No," he says, breaking the kiss, "you, your mom, and your sisters have always been right on the money." Erin giggles as she sits to his right side. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulls into his embrace as they begin kissing again. You hear a soft click, and see Erin's lacy bra tumbling off the edge of the desk. Looking up, you see his hands are now squeezing and massaging her tits. "And you," she says as she comes up for air, "have always been like a daddy to us." You swear you hear an emphasis on "daddy," but your mind is in such a fog from all that's happening that you can't be sure. You see Erin grinding her naked tits and panty-covered pussy against the coach's naked torso.
You can hardly believe what is happening. So you decide to just roll with it. You increase the pace of sucking on his cock, drawing more and more of his shaft into your mouth. He uses one hand to grab the back of your head and pull you gently but firmly down further. You feel the top of your head brushing against Erin's thigh as you suck his cock.
"Erin," he says, "I think our friend is a bit overdressed. Why don't you fix that?" Erin giggles and slides off the desk and comes behind you as you continue working your mouth around the coach's massive cock. You barely register as Erin opens your blouse and pushes your skirt down to the floor. You're too occupied with the thing in your mouth and the tangy taste of precum on your tongue. Before you know it, you're completely naked. You feel fingers playing with your pussy and unconsciously hump back against them, only casually realizing that they're Erin's.
"Mmm, coach," Erin purrs, "she's nice and wet. Really juicy." Erin comes up and wraps her arm around your waist. You moan around the coach's cock as you feel her large tits press into the naked flesh of your back. "Leya," she whispers in your ear, "it's a nice cock, isn't it?" You nod and moan, feeling his balls scrape your chin.
"Wouldn't it feel great up your cunt?" You moan in the affirmative again. Sliding your mouth off his engorged dick, you stand up and wrap your arms around his neck. Lifting yourself up, you slide your sopping pussy down onto his hard shaft. You scream in ecstasy as you feel him filling you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you press your tongue into his mouth. He reciprocates as he starts pumping up and down, driving himself into you as his dick rubs against your clit.
You're so turned on that you can't stop yourself from cumming. Dimly, you hear yourself screaming in ecstasy as the moment hits you. As the feeling subsides, you feel that he's still hard inside you, filling you completely. He grabs your waist in his massive hands, and slowly pushes your upper body backwards.You're now lying back in mid-air with your pussy full of his cock and legs wrapped around his waist. "He's so strong!" you think to yourself as you look up at the ceiling. Suddenly, your view of the ceiling is blocked by a naked pussy. Erin has removed her panties and is now straddling your face. You reach your hands out and grab her thighs to steady yourself as you plunge your tongue into her cunt. Her moans mix with your own as you explore every inch of her cunt with your tongue, sucking on her clitoris as you spread her pussy lips with your tongue. She's moaning and writhing above you as you work her cunt. Suddenly, she pushes your head and shoulders up harder as she cums, flooding your mouth with her juices. That's enough to push you over the edge again. You scream as a massive orgasm rips through you, sending torrents of juice down over his cock. His hands slowly raise you back up, but he never loses the connection to your pussy. You wrap your arms around his neck again and kiss him, as passionately as before, but with more relaxation. You feel his hands reach around and cup your ass as he pushes himself into you harder. You're so relaxed that you barely feel it when his finger slides up your ass. Instead, you reflexively push yourself back against it. He smiles as he works two fingers up your ass and encounters no resistance, just a tight squeeze.
Suddenly, you feel his fingers withdraw. You moan in disappointment - the fingers up your butt were bringing you closer to another big orgasm. But your disappointment turns to joy as you feel something larger pushing its way up your butt. You look back, and see that Erin is now sporting a strap-on dildo, almost as big as the coach's cock. You groan in pleasure as the massive fake shaft slides up your butt. You can't believe the sensation when they're both fully inside you. Erin and the coach start pumping together, forcing themselves deeper inside you. Your breath is coming in ragged gasps as you feel that wonderful feeling building in you again, bigger and better than any of the earlier ones. You're yelping and panting now as the two invaders push up inside you, harder and faster. You emit a half-strangled gasp as the climax starts, howling as it runs through you like a massive electric current. Finally, the stimulation is too much for the coach and he shoots a load deep inside you. As he softens, you slide out of him. But Erin pushes you back on the desk and starts licking at your pussy to clean it off. Soon, there's no trace of his cum on your pussy, and Erin pulls you in for a passionate kiss, letting you taste him on her tongue and lips.
Your breathing is coming in long, slow gasps as you unwind. The coach reaches behind Erin and undoes the strap-on, wiping it clean and putting it in a cabinet behind his desk. You hear the sounds of people approaching through the locker room.
"Congratulations," Erin says, "you've made the squad. It's time to meet the team." Without bothering to get dressed, Erin leads you out into the locker room. As the voices get louder, you feel your pussy getting wet again... | null | null | Authors/Horny_Attorney/leyatryout.txt |
122,693 | null | An Everlasting Love | You awaken in darkness, lying on your back. All you are aware of is a musty, earthy smell. You don't remember how you got here. You try to raise yourself up and are surprised to hit your head. Something solid is over you. You try to raise your lower body, but hit the same barrier. In frustration, you thrust your palm upward, and are surprised when the barrier breaks. Dirt spills down on top of you. Although the air is very dusty, you find that you are not having any trouble breathing. And even though it is totally dark, you find that your eyes can see clearly. You are surrounded by a soft, cool fabric - silk or satin. Above you, where you pushed, you can make out jagged edges of wood.
You push upward on a different part of the barrier, feeling it yield before you. Your hands and wrists are getting cut up, but you don't care. You finally break a hole in the barrier big enough for you to crawl out, even though you are now crawling up through soil. Lifting yourself up, almost as though you were swimming, you plow through the earth until your hand finally breaks into the open air. Grabbing to the side, you pull yourself out of the ground and into the cold, moonlit night.
You blink a few times as you slowly recognize where you are - the town cemetery. You try to remember how you got here. You remember walking back from a piano lesson. You remember being grabbed, thrown against a wall, sharp pain, weakness, then nothing. You look at the hole you crawled out of, noticing, for the first time, the somber granite monument at its top bearing your name. "Beloved Daughter, Devoted Friend." You shake your head in confusion, trying to sort everything out. You look down at your wrists. Before your eyes, the cuts and scrapes close, the skin heals over. Within seconds, you're good as new. You're dazed, bewildered, and now that you think about it, a little hungry.
You hear a noise nearby. On somewhat shaky legs, you walk towards it. Beside a nearby gravestone are two young men, smoking. They see you and look at you with lecherous eyes. Though you're offended, they smell positively... delicious. They greet you in a foreign tongue. Spanish? you think. You stutter that you don't understand. With devilish grins, the taller one approaches you. Though his words mean nothing to you, his meaning is clear. As he approaches you, you instinctively back against a nearby gravesite. He puts his arms on either side of you, trapping you against the headstone. He's continuing to make propositions to you. Without thinking, you suddenly lunge your head towards the side of his neck. You feel yourself bite down, and your teeth break skin. He screams, but you continue to hold on, feeling the hot blood splash into your throat. But, surprisingly, it seems like it's draining into your throat, not just spurting from an open wound. It tastes amazing - better than anything. His screams start to go quiet as you feel him going slack against you. Finally, the fluid stops flowing, and you casually push his lifeless form aside. You lick your lips and are surprised to feel that your incisors are long and sharp. You turn to see the young man's companion running away. You give chase and are on him in seconds, amazingly fast. He screams and pleads as you turn him around and sink your fangs into his throat. Like his friend, he screams at first, but slowly goes quiet as his life drains into you.
The hunger has ebbed now. You feel amazingly strong and free. You slowly understand what has happened, what a gift you received. And, as you do, you think of me.
Looking back at your grave, you realize how sad I must be. Losing you so soon after losing your mother. Blows no father was meant to absorb. You start to head towards home, excited at the prospect of telling me that there was no longer any reason to be sad.
Within minutes, your feet barely touching the ground, you arrive at the house. Looking in the window, you see me sitting on my bed. In my hands is a picture of the three of us - your mother, you, and me. You're six years old, and we're at Disney World. You loved that trip. We were all so happy. Even ten years later, it was one of your favorite memories. You see that I'm crying. On the nightstand, a bottle of scotch stands half-empty. You remembered that bottle. It was a special one, that was going to be saved for a special occasion. Now, it's just being used as a balm for an unquenchable pain.
You watch me through the window for a few moments, as I fall asleep, the picture falling from my hand and tumbling silently to the floor. You walk around to the back door, and, digging the spare key out from its hiding place, you open the door and walk in. As you stride through the door, you casually think about how the part of the myth about needing an invitation was apparently just a myth.
You head towards my bedroom. Approaching the bed, you look me over. You reach out and touch me on the chest, just to convince yourself that this is not a dream. Your face hovers over mine until, somehow sensing the presence, I wake up.
My eyes widen in shock as I see you there. You smile back and say, "Hi, Daddy."
I hear myself say that this must be a dream. You smile again and give me a soft kiss on the cheek, telling me that it's no dream. Stunned, I tentatively embrace you. You sigh in contentment. I kiss you on the cheek, like a father should. You softly kiss me on the lips. Then again. And again, this time sliding your tongue into my mouth. My eyes widen in shock, but my tongue instinctively pushes back against you. You're surprised by your own actions - you had never even really kissed a boy before, let alone French-kissed. But somehow, it all seems to come easily to you.
I push away from you, horrified at what we've done. Sweetly, coquettishly, you ask me what's wrong. I tell you that what we just did was wrong, very wrong indeed, even in a dream. You smile coyly and slide a hand down to my crotch, feeling the hard shaft there. You tell me that clearly, not all of me thinks it's wrong. Giving my cock a quick squeeze, you stand up and pull your dark dress up and over your shoulders, tossing it to the side. You're now completely naked. I stutter in protest, but I seem powerless to move. You smile again and tell me that this is the night that all of my dreams come true. I'm paralyzed in shock, which gives you time to unbuckle my pants and pull them down, exposing my hard cock. Weakly, I protest that we shouldn't do this. You sense that you're in control now and tell me that we should do this - it's what we both want. I tell you no, it's not, but you ignore me as you slide the head of my cock into your mouth. I gasp in pleasure as your tongue lashes the underside of my shaft, coaxing more of me into your mouth and throat. You're surprised at how easy this is - you had heard about this intimate act, even seen pictures, but never really done it. But something in you seems to know exactly what to do, how to tease me, how to drive me wild. My protests are growing weaker, and soon I'm begging you to continue. You smile as I succumb, sucking me deeper into your throat. Your fingers start teasing my balls as my pubic hair tickles your nostrils.
Feeling a warm, moist sensation in your pussy, you swing yourself around so that it's directly over my mouth. You lower it down without waiting for me to ask for it or protest. You sigh as my tongue starts working you over. You return your mouth to my cock, sucking and licking harder and faster as my tongue presses up into your cunt and lashes your clit. Sensing that I'm about to cum, you let your lower teeth lightly graze the underside of my shaft. That does it - I start shooting into your throat. The salty liquid tastes good to you, but oddly unsatisfying. But the satisfaction is soon to come. My teeth close on your clit and start sucking, which sends you over to orgasm. You cry as your pleasure peaks and ebbs. You pull yourself off my mouth and snuggle up next to me. You begin removing my shirt, and I cooperate without protest. Cuddling up against each other, unashamedly naked, we relax. Your hand reaches down and idly plays with my cock. You seem to know exactly where to touch it to revive it, and you're soon rewarded with a hard shaft in your hand. You get up and straddle me. My eyes betray my concern as you position your pussy over my shaft. With a slight smile, you tell me that it's all going to be OK, and soon we can be together forever. I look at you in confusion, which you ignore as you guide me into your pussy. You are amazed by how wonderful it feels to have me inside you. I moan in pleasure as your tight walls squeeze my cock, reveling in this forbidden act of incest. You start sliding yourself up and down, feeling me rub against your clitty. Soon, I am no longer a passive participant. Thrusting my hips up to meet yours, I force myself up all the way inside you. Sitting up, I pull you in for a kiss as we push against each other.This time, there is no shame in our passion, no holding back. You knew a part of me wanted this for a long time, and part of you wanted it too.
We're getting noisier as we grind against each other, our pleasure building. Through the noise and the other sensations, you hear my heart beating, sense the life-giving fluid in my veins. You feel yourself getting hungry again, and lick your lips as our fucking gets harder and faster. The sensation is too much for me again, and I roar as I cum inside you again, shooting my sticky load deep into you. With an unholy cry, you plunge your fangs into my neck, feeling my blood fill you. I emit a strangled gasp of horror as I feel you draining me. You sense that I am weakening, near death. Withdrawing your fangs from my neck, you use a nail to trace a cut on your nipple. Grabbing my nearly lifeless body by the head, you force my mouth onto your nipple. Weakly, I begin sucking. The fluid burns my tongue, but I cannot stop sucking. You feel a wave of pleasure building from your breast and coursing through your body. You scream in orgasm as I continue to suckle you, tasting your blood, feeling it burn my body.
My mouth slides off your nipple as I collapse. You fall to bed beside me and snuggle up against me. Waiting for me to awaken to life everlasting... | null | null | Authors/Horny_Attorney/everlasting.txt |
122,766 | Jappio | It Started in the Kitchen | Yes, it's a super cute picture and scene. Yet it's made better by what led to it and what it will lead to.
The girl is slowly being stripped of her clothes by the friend. More and more she is exposed, soon left in just her boots and panties. The friend makes a deal - she goes topless if she loses the panties.
She hooks her thumbs in, slides the panties down and off the boots. She is naked and covering.
Yet her friend lifts her shirt up, exposing her bare breast. The friend drops the panties on the counter. The stripping and the situation have it so she can't control her hands with them cupped over her naughty bits.
She lets out a moan, the friend smiles, knowing that the naked girl in front of her is losing it. She steps close to her and kisses her. The two embrace, hard nipples rubbing against each other.
The blonde lifts her and sits her on the counter. She pushes her knees open and just looks. The girl whimpers, so naked and exposed, and in so obviously in need. The blonde knows what is about to happen and lowers her pants and panties at once.
Before she can take the time to take them off though, they embrace and kiss again!
I can see the blonde kissing lower and lower on the body then. Taking those little nipples between her lips.
Her hand sensually massaging the backside of the naked girl.
More kisses down her stomach, takes and lightly combs the girl's pubic hair. She then kisses the thighs. The girl is leaning back, rolling her head back, starting to moan. She wants the touch in a very specific spot now, but she's not getting it. "Please" is all she manages to say between gasps.
The blonde just smiles, her butt pointed out behind her as she is bent in front of this girl. She takes the time to remove her pants and panties. She spreads her legs and lets one of her hands find its way in between her own legs, and she moans.
The girl on the counter can tell from the noise and motion of her shoulder what she is doing. She does her best to behave though and wait for her prize.
The blonde isn't about to make her wait too long, and soon her tongue sticks out and finds a nice moist surprise.
Up and down, up and down. She licks and laps at the soaking puffy lips.
The brunette screams out in pleasure when the tongue teases around her clit. She places her hands on the back of the head of the blonde. "Oh god please" she manages to gasp out between moans.
The blonde keeps going. More and more. The girl on the counter bucks her hips, she is so close.
Then bam! The blonde stops. She stands and just mockingly smiles at the girl on the counter, whimpering with need.
Before the brunette can have her hand find its way between her legs, the blonde pulls her off the counter, and teases her out of the door of the house, leaving their clothes there, the panties on the counter. | null | null | Authors/Jappio/non series/It Started in the Kitchen.txt |
122,806 | A Strange Geek | Amanda's Choice | Yanna rose from her slumber at exactly the right time, as she did every morning. Outside, the dark of night was just giving way to the twilight of false dawn, distant clouds glowing deep purple at the first rays of light over the limb of the world.
As she did on many such mornings, she made her bed like a good slave and padded to the doorway, peeking around the side of the curtain. Her master slept soundly and silently, his sides slowly rising and falling with his breath, the door to the path that led around the back of the Healer office open to let in the breeze.
And as she did on many such mornings, Yanna promptly returned to her bed, reaching under it and extracting the powdered herb she had acquired from her Mage associate. Another full morning of tainting Master Roquan's Kaylaxxa to induce random and unexplainable bits of disobedience from his slaves.
And as she did on many such mornings, she concealed the pouch in her hands as best as possible in case her master awoke as she tiptoed across his room, aided immeasurably as always by the already open outside door. As she reached the entryway to the outside, she paused near his dresser, upon which sat the various items he used for personal grooming, including the small brush he used for his beard.
But unlike many such mornings, she nudged the brush with her elbow and let it clatter to the floor.
Behind her, the Healer snorted and shifted in bed just as Yanna walked out.
Yanna walked briskly along the path, back to the same routine she did every morning that she chose to do this. Today would have been ideal anyway, as it would allow her to taint the vials slated to go Abroad. Getting Tanyee had been a lucky coincidence. She had been contracted out days after receiving a tainted Kaylaxxa vial, so it worked out wonderfully. This, however, would have been a triumph of stealth and cunning.
A pity it had to be this day.
Yanna let herself into the office and wasted no time, ignoring the new experiment that gurgled and bubbled in the corner of the lab. She headed into the treatment room, the encroaching light of dawn just enough for her to see. She crouched by the first of the vials and popped it open, laying the stopper by the side. She then drew the pouch before her and opened it, reaching in to take a single, small pinch.
A hand suddenly grasped her wrist and stopped her, holding it with unexpectedly strong force.
Yanna uttered an appropriately dramatic gasp.
"Oh, Yanna," Vanlo said with a sigh as he plucked the pouch from her other hand. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?"
For the first time since the Healer had been servicing the D'ronstaq Manor nearly ten years ago, Vanlo witnessed Roquan lose his temper.
"All this time, I was thinking what other Overlord would do such a heinous act!" Roquan shouted as he paced his bedchamber. "All this time, I thought how might an Overlord sabotage me in such a manner! Never in all my years of being an Overlord would I have expected one of my own /SLAVES!/"
And at this, he took the goblet he had drained of wine not moments before and threw it across the room.
Vanlo watched impassively. He was simply happy that the Overlord had chosen now to give into his fury, rather than when he was trussing up the now rather terribly frightened Yanna. Vanlo could still hear her whimpers in the outer chamber despite the curtain and despite the gag in her mouth. He had seen Roquan eye the instruments of punishment on the wall, including the largest of the paddles, the one with the small lead weight attached to the other side to give it more impact. Had he used that on Yanna with this level of rage, he might have very well fractured her hip.
Roquan paused, red-faced, forcing himself to take a deep breath, as if realizing that throwing the goblet was a step too far for an Overlord in the presence of others. He turned away from Vanlo momentarily until he had managed to calm himself down somewhat. When he turned back, clasping his hands behind his back, he looked no less infuriated, but much less irrational. "My apologies, Master Vanlo," he said in curt, clipped tones. "There is no reason for you to have witnessed that."
"Your anger is most understandable, I assure you," Vanlo said in a somber voice. "I applaud your show of restraint with Yanna."
Roquan took another deep breath, his eyes blazing. "We will come back to her in a moment," he said darkly, yet even he knew he needed to cool off before he could even think of punishing Yanna. He instead drew his attention to the table, where the small pouch that Vanlo had confiscated now sat. "And I apologize for needing you to explain to me again what it is you found. I was not in the right frame of mind earlier."
"Also understandable, your Lordship." Vanlo crossed the room and picked up the pouch, opening it. "If my assessment is correct, I believe this is Jonalla root."
"Which is?"
"An ingredient used by Healers in some draughts that are instrumental to treating extreme cases of mental illness," Vanlo explained. "At least, when used with other ingredients and prepared properly."
"And if used improperly?"
"Then it can have detrimental effects on the mind. In large quantities, homicidal rage."
Roquan looked shocked at this.
"And in far smaller quantities," Vanlo said, removing a small pinch with his fingers and letting it fall back, the black crystals sparkling. "It can cause momentary bouts of rebelliousness and unexplained recalcitrance."
"Vanlo, how can a slave obtain such a thing?"
Vanlo considered, musing silently as he let another pinch fall through his fingers. "Hmm. I fear we have a dilemma here, your Lordship," he said. "A slave of ordinary means cannot. This herb is strictly controlled by the Healers' Guild. Even I would have trouble procuring it, unless I resorted to the black market. And a slave would not have direct access to either the guild or the black market."
Roquan sighed in exasperation. "Then how by the gods would she have acquired it?"
"The only explanation I can offer," Vanlo began in a low voice. He closed the pouch as best as he could from the lack of a drawstring, and turned it around, stretching the material with his fingers such that the monogram was clearly visible. "Is that someone gave it to her, and put her up to this."
At first, Roquan blinked incomprehension, his eyes seeing the monogram, but refusing to take it a logical conclusion. Yet there was no other explanation for what he was seeing, and slowly his mind was forced to accept it. Stunned, he reached out and took the pouch from the Healer, staring at the monogram.
Roquan looked up. "Do you realize what you are saying, Vanlo?" he demanded through clenched teeth.
"I say nothing," Vanlo said firmly. "I only tell you what is in the pouch, and you can see the pouch for yourself. It is not my business to make any further conclusions."
Roquan turned away, still staring at the monogram. "I've known Rennis for years. To do such a thing to me after all this ... " he murmured angrily. He looked up at Vanlo, his eyes burning. "He would have to be rather bold or rather desperate to do something such as this, would he not?"
He looked expectantly at the Healer, but Vanlo remained dutifully silent.
Roquan sighed. "All right. Here is a question you can answer. How long has she been doing this?"
"I would estimate approximately one season, your Lordship."
"Which was about the time Rennis traded her to me," Roquan said tonelessly.
Vanlo again remained silent.
"Oh, come now, Vanlo!" Roquan exclaimed in frustration. "You must have a thought on this!"
Vanlo paused a long moment, glancing behind him. "Your answer, your Lordship, I would suggest is waiting for you in your outer chamber."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Yanna. Ask her. Talk to her. I would think by now she would be frightened enough to tell you what you need to know."
Roquan took a deep breath, his eyes hard and burning with anger as he looked past the Healer towards the curtain. "Disobedience is one thing, Vanlo," he said in a low, dark voice. "Lack of discipline. Stubbornness. All of it flaws that I can overlook, confident that my Trainers will correct it. But /conspiracy against her Overlord?/"
"Do you wish me to remain while you interrogate her?" Vanlo asked mildly.
"Yes, I do," answer Roquan immediately. "For having you in the room will check my anger towards her."
He stepped past the Healer and yanked the curtain aside as he entered the room, casting an icy gaze down upon the furs in the center of the room.
Yanna was on her knees upon the furs that lined the floor.Her knees were spread, forced into that position by the leather cuffs that held her ankles in a forced "X" shape. Her wrists were also similarly restrained behind her back, drawn up behind her until her arms were uncomfortably stretched, and secured to a thick leather collar. A large ball gag was jammed into her mouth, larger than the one he had used on Sirinna the other night, designed for maximum discomfort rather than just stilling her voice. She cringed when she saw Roquan step into the room.
Seeing the frightened form of his slave cowering before him tempered Roquan's anger somewhat. Now he felt more contempt than anger, for a slave does not cower before a master. A slave accepts whatever discipline she is about to receive, no matter how great her crime.
Roquan paused a moment, then stepped over to the wall near the hearth. Both Vanlo and Yanna watched him carefully as he reached towards the paddles. His hand hovered briefly over the one with the lead weight, then slid over to the next one down and lifted it from the wall instead.
Yanna started shaking like a leaf.
Roquan reached down and grabbed her arm. Yanna gave a desperate cry through her nose when he unlocked her ankle restraints and hauled her to her feet. As soon as she was standing, she shied away from him, trying to pull out of his grip.
Roquan yanked her back and whacked her soundly with the paddle on her backside with a very loud retort.
Yanna gave a shrill, hysterical cry and tried to pull away a second time, only to receive another stroke.
"You will not move," Roquan said in an even but deadly voice. "You will stand where you are, Yanna."
Roquan paused a moment, then let go of her.
Yanna trembled, casting two fearful eyes at him and cowering. He delivered a third stroke, though not as hard this time, some of his initial fury having been expended in the first two strokes. "You will not cower," Roquan said. "Do not run. Do not cower. Do I make myself clear on this, Yanna?"
Vanlo relaxed. His Overlord appeared in full control of his temper now.
Yanna hesitated, then nodded slowly.
Roquan reached behind Yanna's head and removed the ball gag, tugging it from behind her teeth.
"Master, p-please!" Yanna cried in a strident voice. "P-please, d-don't ... I m-mean ... I-I didn't want to h-hurt anyone! I j-just ..."
Roquan held up a hand. Yanna flinched, but remained where she was and forced herself to remain standing upright, her lower lip quivering as she stared at the Overlord.
"You are still a slave, Yanna," Roquan said, tapping the paddle against his palm once. "And you will conduct yourself as such."
Yanna swallowed and nodded. "Yes, master," she said.
"Now," Roquan walked around behind Yanna. He tapped her backside lightly with the paddle, making her yelp in fear rather than pain. "I will ask you some questions. If I think you are not being truthful or you are hiding something, then ..."
He wound up and struck her very hard with the paddle, using almost all his strength.
Yanna screamed and nearly fell forward, pain searing across her ass. For the first time, since Vanlo had escorted her into Roquan's quarters, tears finally trickled from her eyes.
"Do you understand me, Yanna?" Roquan said in a cool voice.
"Y-yes, m-master," Yanna croaked.
"What were you trying to do when Vanlo caught you this morning?"
Yanna sobbed. "I ... tr-trying to t-taint the vials of Kaylaxxa, master."
"And do you know what you were tainting the Kaylaxxa with?"
"I d-don't know, m-master."
Roquan gave Yanna's backside a light tap with the paddle.
"/I don't know!/" Yanna screamed, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't know, master!"
Roquan considered this for a moment. "Who gave you the powder, Yanna?" he asked.
Yanna bit her lip, whimpering.
Roquan gave her backside a light swat, but with as much pain as her buttocks were in now, it made Yanna cry out just the same. "Answer me, Yanna."
"I ... h-he didn't ... m-master, I-I was just trying to b-be a g-good slave ..."
"A good slave, Yanna?" Roquan said sardonically, coming around in front of her and looking into her terrified eyes.
Yanna swallowed and nodded. "I w-was always a good slave for h-him, I ..."
Her words were cut off when Roquan stepped up to her and fixed an icy gaze on her. "/I/ am your master, Yanna," he said. "/I/ am your Overlord. /I/ am the one you show loyalty to. No one else. Do I make myself clear, or do you need more convincing of this point?"
He reached around and slapped one ass cheek with the paddle lightly.
"No, master!" Yanna cried.
"Then you will tell me, who gave you this powder?" Roquan demanded, his voice rising. "Who told you to taint the Kaylaxxa? Who told you to sabotage my Manor?"
Yanna looked stricken, bursting into renewed tears. "M-master Rennis! R-rennis D'glounaas! He g-gave me the powder, told me what to do with it! I didn't know!" Her voice rose to a wail. "I didn't know it was going to do all that! I ..."
"Yanna," Roquan said.
Yanna choked back her next words and fell silent.
Roquan turned and looked at Vanlo.
"Interesting," Vanlo muttered softly, stroking his beard. "Has there ever been a case of such divided loyalties with a slave?"
"Not in my Manor," Roquan said.
"Yes, I would think such a thing quite rare," Vanlo said. After a pause, he added, "Which, my Lordship, makes her story suspect immediately."
Roquan stared at the Healer in surprise. No, Roquan did not want to believe his friend could do this to him. Yet a slave, lie? And so blatantly? It was beyond his comprehension.
He turned his head towards Yanna.
"M-master, it's true!" Yanna cried. "I told y-you the truth! Master Rennis just gave me s-some more of the powder yesterday!"
"He gave you more of this?" Roquan said in disbelief, holding up the pouch.
Yanna's eyes fixed on it. "He gave me that exact pouch, master."
"Someone would have had to, your Lordship," Vanlo announced. "She could not have had that pouch for a whole season, she would have run out by now. And I searched her bedchamber before bringing her over here and found no more than what you have in your hand."
Roquan sighed through his nose and looked at Yanna. "Realize what you are saying, Yanna," he said. "You are accusing Master Rennis of openly and blatantly handing you an illegal substance."
"But he did, master!" Yanna wailed. "Please, b-believe me! I ... wait! Amanda!"
Roquan stared. "What?"
"Amanda was there!" Yanna cried. "She was recovering from her Kaylaxxa treatment when Master Rennis came in and gave me the pouch! She heard everything! /She heard everything!/"
"Amanda, wake up."
Amanda moaned groggily. She waved a hand weakly in the air and curled up tighter on the soft furs of Sirinna's bed. "Go 'way," she muttered.
It had taken her a long while to get to sleep the night before, as upset as she had been, and had only been in a nice, deep sleep for a few hours before someone started jostling her. She had almost drifted off again when she was shaken once more, this time harder.
"Amanda! You need to get up. Now."
"Huh?" Amanda croaked, turning over and blinking a few times until her eyes focused. She glanced out the window. The sky was still deep indigo. "Sirinna, what ... it's not even morning yet."
"I know, but you have to get up," Sirinna said, her voice agitated.
Amanda yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Why?" she demanded.
"Master Roquan has summoned you to his quarters."
That woke Amanda in a hurry. She spun around in bed in a panic. "He what?! Why? What did I do?"
Sirinna got up out of bed and started pulling Amanda to her feet. "I don't know what's going on, Amanda," she said. "I don't think it's anything you did, but the slave he sent to fetch you said your presence was /required/. Not requested, /required/."
Amanda felt her heart start to race, driving away any remaining sleep from her body, but doing nothing for how tired she felt. She was barely coherent as Sirinna grabbed her by the hand and started taking her across her chamber and towards the door.
"Sirinna!" Amanda cried in protest.
"We have to get there as quickly as possible, Amanda," Sirinna said in a grave voice. "If he's summoning anyone at this early an hour, something is ..."
"Sirinna!" Amanda shouted, yanking her hand from Sirinna's.
Sirinna whirled around and looked crossly at Amanda. "Amanda! This is not the time for games!"
"I am not going to Roquan's quarters naked!" Amanda cried. "Not a chance!"
Sirinna sighed, exasperated. She dashed into Amanda's bedchamber and fetched the gown, fumbling with it as she helped pull it down over Amanda's body. Without bothering to straighten or smooth it out, Sirinna grabbed Amanda's hand and dashed out of their shared quarters with Amanda in reluctant tow.
Rennis D'glounaas was in no mood to be summoned anywhere at such an early hour. He had already risen, as he generally did anyway at that hour, his own Manor operating on a slightly shifted schedule from the D'ronstaq Manor. He had intended to start packing his things in order to start the journey back to his own Manor by late morning, and he could not find his satchel. It was after spending a frustrating and fruitless half-hour searching that a slave came to notify him of Roquan's demand. Not request, but demand.
And when he arrived, which was in short order and well before Amanda and Sirinna, he was certainly in even less a mood to hear what Roquan had to say to him.
"Have you taken leave of your senses, Roquan?" Rennis cried. "Have you indeed gone mad?"
His eyes flickered between the stony face of Roquan, the deeply thoughtful face of Vanlo, and the frightened one of Yanna. "And what is Yanna doing here? What is this all about?"
"Have I not just now made that clear?" Roquan said icily.
"No, you have not!" Rennis exclaimed angrily. "You have done nothing more than make a baseless accusation! The idea that I would be behind the sabotage of your Manor! It is preposterous!"
"And why is that?"Who's been your defender, Roquan? Who's been trying to keep you in good graces with the other Overlords?
"Yes, the other Overlords, with whom you spoke without consulting me first!"
"And where in our alliance does it state I must clear every action I take with you?" Rennis shouted. "Next you will be telling me what clients I can contract my slaves to!"
"But that's what you wanted to do with me, wasn't it, Rennis?" Roquan said through clenched teeth. "You were so insistent on me dropping my objections to dealing with the Urisi. Who's the one trying to control whom?"
Rennis threw up his arms. "You are truly mad."
"Don't get so dramatic on me, Rennis."
"Me? Dramatic? You're the one making this fantastic allegation! Do you even have one shred of proof?"
Roquan turned his gaze to Yanna. Yanna's eyes shifted between the two Overlords, and she appeared to be resisting the urge to cringe.
Rennis stared. "What? You mean Yanna?" he asked, confused.
"Yanna informs me that you gave her this," Roquan said, carefully drawing the pouch of Jonalla from his pocket.
Rennis' mouth dropped open, a look of pained recognition in his eyes before he could stop it. At the same time, however, he was completely bewildered. So Roquan had discovered that he had passed Yanna some Disalla. But what were all these accusations about? How could that be remotely connected to his disobedience problems? Disalla causes sexual arousal, not disobedience!
Before he could say a word, Sirinna and Amanda stepped into the room.
Roquan cast a hard gaze on Sirinna. "You could have sent her alone, Sirinna," he said in a low voice. "I summoned her, not you."
"I wanted to make sure she found her way here, master," Sirinna said evenly. "And I thought I would stay and take her back when you were done with her."
Amanda had to fight the urge to hide behind Sirinna. She scanned the faces of everyone in the room, and it was obvious that whatever was happening, it was not good. She did not recognize the goateed man, but from the process of elimination it was not hard to guess that this was likely the other Overlord, Rennis D'glounaas. She saw Yanna standing in partial restraints, her face obviously stained from crying, and the instruments of punishment on the wall behind her, all making her heart pound so hard in her chest that it ached.
Yet when her roaming eyes fell upon the map on the wall to the other side of the hearth, this suddenly riveted her attention so powerfully that she nearly forgot everything else.
Her first thought was that Roquan had a map of the Earth -- her Earth -- in his quarters, but before she could think of the implications of this, once her eyes resolved the names and the political borders, she realized that this was indeed a map of Narlass. A large area encompassing the Caribbean Sea and all the bordering land, as well as the northern coast of South America, the eastern seaboard of North America, all of the North Atlantic, and the British Isles were under one nation labeled boldly "OCEANUS". Much of Europe and part of North Africa was another entity prominently labeled "URIS". A swathe of territory along the western half of North America east to the Rocky Mountains and south to the western shores of Mexico was labeled "COLOS".
"Is this the outworlder girl?" Rennis asked.
Amanda's attention was jolted back to the others, and she swallowed nervously.
"Yes, this is Amanda," Roquan stated.
Amanda squeezed Sirinna's hand tightly. "Has Amanda done something wrong, master?" Sirinna asked.
"No, Sirinna. But she can perhaps help settle a grave matter."
Amanda's heart leapt into her throat. Grave matter?
Rennis understood even less about what was going on now than he did a moment ago. Had Roquan simply come out and declared that he had discovered the illicit passing of Disalla to one of his slaves, Rennis would have simply owned up to it and be done with it. But if Roquan was using this to accuse him of sabotage, he felt no obligation to admit to anything.
Sirinna glanced between Roquan and Rennis. "I don't understand, master," she said cautiously.
"It will become clear in a ..."
"What is happening, dear Sirinna," Rennis said with a sarcastic edge to his voice, "Is that your beloved master appears to be of the thought that I am behind the disobedience amongst his slaves."
Sirinna's mouth dropped open in shock, and it was clear when she looked at Roquan that she was struggling to remember her place.
"Rennis, you will not speak out of turn," Roquan said.
"And just who gave you that right to decide ..."
"/Because this is my Manor and I am its Overlord!/" Roquan thundered.
Amanda nearly jumped. Even Sirinna flinched a little.
Vanlo continued to look in with a thoughtful expression, his gaze fixed on Yanna, as if studying her. He appeared to be almost oblivious to everything else.
Rennis stared at Roquan for a few tense seconds, then inclined his head and took a step backwards, a universal sign of deference in Narlassi culture.
Roquan turned to Amanda and spoke in a more normal tone of voice. "Now, Amanda," he began. "We have had a serious problem at the Manor of late. You may know a little of it. There has been an attempt to sabotage the Manor by sowing disobedience among the slaves. Have you heard about this?"
Amanda nodded. "Um, y-yes, I have," she said in a nervous voice.
Rennis raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on Amanda. Amanda noticed this and tried not to get flustered.
"Very good. Now, I need to ask you about something," Roquan continued. "And I need the truth. That is all I am interested in. You have done nothing wrong, but you may have witnessed something rather important to the issue at hand."
Amanda's eyes widened, her gaze sliding from Roquan to Yanna and briefly to Rennis. /Oh no .../
"Just answer truthfully, Amanda," Roquan said. "There is no retaliation for whatever you will have to say. Do you understand this?"
Amanda nodded wordlessly. Sirinna looked confused, but held her tongue, preferring to hear what her master and Amanda had to say.
"Yanna here has stated that Master Rennis gave her this ..." Roquan presented the pouch. " ... at the Healer office, while you were behind one of the curtains recovering from a Kaylaxxa treatment."
Rennis cast an icy look at Yanna but said nothing.
He stopped himself. Roquan narrowed his eyes. "Well, Amanda?" he asked, not taking his steely gaze from Rennis.
Amanda paused a moment, feeling very much like she was under a spotlight. Even Sirinna was staring at her. "I ... I heard ... " she started. She took a deep breath. "I heard Rennis ... Master Rennis ... talking to Yanna. I heard him give something to her, but I didn't see what it was."
Rennis snorted. "Some proof that is," he sneered.
Roquan paused, his fingers tightening around the pouch. "What did you hear them say?"
"I-I'm not sure I remember the exact words."
"Do your best, Amanda."
Amanda wracked her brains. It had only happened the day before, but she felt like she had gone through such an emotional wringer afterward, and the anxiety induced by all the staring, was making it difficult for her to summon up the details. "Um ... Yanna said something about it being what she needed," Amanda began haltingly. "Then ... Rennis said something about contraband. He said you'd think it was that."
Rennis folded his arms tightly, glowering at her.
Sirinna looked beside herself, as if she could not decide what she should do, or what was proper for her to do.
"Go on, Amanda," Roquan said, satisfaction creeping into his voice.
Amanda glanced anxiously at Rennis and then at Sirinna.
"No retaliation, Amanda," Roquan said firmly. "You are in my Manor and you will enjoy my protection. Go on."
Amanda was more affected by the stricken look that Sirinna was giving her. "I ... I-I'm not sure," she said. "But ... it sounded like he was nervous. Like he shouldn't be doing this. He didn't want anyone seeing what he was doing."
Rennis narrowed his eyes and shifted his attention to Yanna. What was going on here?
"Anything else?"
Amanda paused. "Um ... uh ... yes ... something about ... Yanna succeeding at something. Like she had some task or job and she did it well."
"Now, wait just a moment!" Rennis cried.
"Thank you, Amanda," Roquan said. He turned away from her and stepped up to Rennis, eyes blazing. "So what do you have to say to that, Rennis?" he asked coldly.
Rennis drew in his breath and let it go, matching Roquan's cold stare with his own indignant one. "I say that you're paranoid, that's what!"
"Paranoid? Do you deny what Amanda has just told us?"
"What I dispute is your attempt to turn it into a conspiracy against you and your Manor, that's what I deny!" Rennis thundered.
Roquan held the pouch in his fist, brandishing it angrily before Rennis. "You mean you admit to bringing this ... this /filth/ ... into my Manor and giving it my slaves?!"
Rennis blinked in astonishment. "Filth? Giving it to ... now hold on, Roquan! I understand your sensitivity to these things, but to call giving one slave a little Disalla powder ..."
Vanlo raised an eyebrow.
"Disalla?" Sirinna asked, almost sounding relieved. "Master, forgive me for speaking out of turn, but if it were just ..."
Roquan did not even hear her. "This is not Disalla!" he shouted, opening the pouch and nearly shoving the contents in Rennis' face. "This is /Jonalla!/"
Sirinna's mouth dropped open in an expression of shock so powerful that Amanda turned to her in alarm.
"Jonalla! Are you /insane?!/ I didn't give her that!"
"You just admitted to it!"
"I admitted to /DISALLA!/" Rennis roared. "Damn you, Roquan! You're taking the statement of an outworlder girl over an Overlord? Surely Yanna has informed you of her need for the Disalla!"
"Yanna has told me the truth," Roquan said. "She has told me what you had her do. How you had her deliver this to my slaves through their Kaylaxxa."
Rennis was speechless.He pushed past Roquan and stepped over to Yanna.
"Yanna! What did you tell him?"
Yanna swallowed, her eyes glistening. "M-master," she said huskily, "wasn't ... wasn't I a good slave? Didn't I do as you asked?"
"What?" Rennis said.
"I did what you told me. You said I had to. You said I was a good slave if I did it, if I put it in the Kaylaxxa!"
Rennis stared in abject horror. He could not believe what his ears were telling him. A slave lying. Not simply fibbing or withholding truth, but outright lying.
Finally, Sirinna could not remain silent. "Yanna, what are you saying?" Sirinna cried. "What are you saying about Master Rennis?! He would never...!"
"Sirinna," Roquan called.
"Please tell me I did good, master!" Yanna said, tears leaking from her eyes again. "Please! Please tell me I didn't do those terrible things!"
"Yanna! Stop it!" Sirinna shouted, her own eyes tearing.
"Sirinna!" Roquan snapped.
"But, master," Sirinna pleaded. "This is not true! This can't be true! Master Rennis would never..."
"Sirinna, I will not tell you again!" Roquan thundered. "I..."
"Lies, Roquan!" Rennis exploded. "Can't you see these are /LIES?!/"
Roquan stepped up to Rennis. "I can quite assure you that I interrogated Yanna with the proper incentive for her to tell the truth."
"Well, maybe your 'incentive' was not enough!" His eyes blazing with fury, he leapt over to the wall beside the hearth and grabbed the largest of the paddles, the one with the lead weight. "Perhaps she needs a little more 'encouragement'!"
"/Master!/" Sirinna screamed.
"Your Lordship!" Vanlo shouted. "No!"
Yanna tried to get out of the way when Rennis came for her with the paddle gripped white-knuckled in his hand, but stumbled and fell to the floor. He drew the paddle back, his teeth clenched, and prepared to bring it down on Yanna's exposed backside with all his strength.
Roquan caught his wrist just as it began its descent. His fingers squeezed Rennis' wrist until Rennis winced in pain and dropped the paddle.
Roquan shoved Rennis back against the wall, causing several of the implements to tumble from their hooks. Rennis was panting, his eyes glazed. "Disalla, Roquan," he croaked. "That's what I gave her. Disalla. Not Jonalla."
Amanda's head was spinning, and all she wanted to do was run out of this place as fast as she could. The terms that they threw back and forth meant nothing to her, and after witnessing what she just had, she did not want to know. She was sorry she had said anything.
"Master Rennis must be telling the truth!" Sirinna cried, blinking tears from her eyes. "He has to be, master..."
"Sirinna, you will be silent," Roquan said. "This is the third time I am telling you. I will not accept more disobedience from you, unless you wish me to punish you."
Now it was Amanda who could not hold her tongue. "Wait, punish her?" she cried. "Just for voicing her opinion?"
Rennis laughed. "Looks like you don't need some grand conspiracy to have people not listen to you, Roquan. But then again, you never listen to anyone else."
"I have listened," Roquan said. "I have heard nothing for your defense."
"Well, you know, Roquan, I just might have had proof for you," Rennis said. "Seems the Disalla pouch came loose in my satchel, thanks to the little kick you gave it. So I got Disalla powder all over the inside of it, and that stuff never comes off leather."
Roquan paused. Sirinna looked hopeful. "Very well," he said slowly. "Produce your proof."
"Well, you see, I can't. Someone took it."
"How convenient."
"Yes, very convenient!" Rennis said, stepping back from the wall and around the prone and quaking form of Yanna on the floor. He looked down. "So, Yanna, guess you did that too, hmm? Took that from me last night when you came to my room?"
Vanlo stroked his beard thoughtfully. "She did indeed ask for my release for the evening, your Lordship," he said to Roquan.
"Rennis, the idea that a slave would break with her training so badly as to conjure up a complete fantasy simply to make you look bad is so beyond the realm of believability that if this were another context, I would laugh!" Roquan declared. "I have heard enough. Get out. Our alliance is at an end. You are no longer welcome in the D'ronstaq Manor."
Sirinna gasped. "M-master, please..." she cried desperately. "S-surely you cannot..."
"Ten strokes, Sirinna," Roquan said. "Speak again out of turn and it will be twenty."
Amanda looked aghast. "You can't do that!" she cried.
Roquan turned and stepped towards her, causing her to back up a half-step, eyes shimmering. "I am the Overlord of this Manor," he said icily. "I have the right to punish any slave I see fit. I have never, however, punished an outworlder that is not yet a slave. Do not tempt me to set a precedent."
Sirinna wrapped an arm around Amanda's shoulders. "Amanda, be quiet," Sirinna whispered urgently.
"But...!"
"Be quiet!" Sirinna hissed, and then added in a softer tone, "Please."
"I will leave, Roquan," Rennis said. "For surely I cannot maintain an alliance when there is this little trust. But I will tell you this. You may have found your saboteur, but you have yet to find the conspirator. I am not the one you want. But the one you want is still out there."
"Is there a point to this blather?" Roquan sneered.
"Yes. Watch your back, Roquan. Lest you find a knife buried in it."
Rennis turned and left.
For a few moments, the only sound was that of Yanna sobbing. Roquan was the first to move. He handed the pouch back to Vanlo and advanced quickly on Yanna, helping her to her feet and loosening her restraints. He removed the connection between her wrists and collar, and then the collar itself. He left her bound, but with much more slack, allowing her to flex her arms. "It is over, Yanna," Roquan said in a softer voice. "Calm yourself. You ultimately have done the right thing."
Yanna sniffled and looked at Roquan. "M-master, will I b-be punished?" she asked, eyes wide.
"Yes, but no longer by the paddle." Roquan stepped over to the wall, replacing the dropped items before taking one of the Trainee collars and chains. "But you need to learn again what it means to be loyal to one Overlord, Yanna."
"Y-yes, master," Yanna said softly, blinking back tears but giving one last sob as Roquan secured the Trainee collar around her neck and gave the chain the traditional snap.
Sirinna gave Amanda a gentle squeeze and a reassuring word before stepping forward towards her Overlord.
Roquan met her, but continued to hold the chain in his hand, regarding Sirinna with a cool, stone-like gaze. "I will be giving her to Hiatha."
A stunned look crossed Sirinna's face. Yanna's also betrayed a genuinely surprised look.
There was silence. Roquan stared at Sirinna as if daring her to question his decision.
Sirinna carefully schooled her expression into one of proper deference, but nevertheless opened her mouth and spoke, albeit with the utmost respect and politeness. "I simply assumed, master, that I would take her, as Hiatha has a Trainee already."
Amanda was confused at this statement, since Sirinna had Tanyee, but then realized there was no longer any reason to keep Tanyee as a Trainee now, since they knew what was the cause of her transgression.
"You assume too much, Sirinna," Roquan said coldly. "As you appear to assume greater wisdom than your Overlord."
Sirinna swallowed. "No, master, I do not," she said evenly. "I ... I wish only the best for Yanna after this."
"I have my doubts about that, Sirinna. You are too close to this. You came near to openly defying me not moments ago. With Amanda, you have already shown you can get far too emotionally involved where you should not."
Amanda's mouth opened at this, and she looked from the Overlord to Sirinna. Suddenly she felt as if all this were her fault, and she wondered if what Sirinna had told her the night before was ultimately going to get Sirinna into even more trouble that she already had.
Yanna's gaze also flicked between the others, her tears having stopped despite the lingering pain in her backside.
Sirinna paused a moment, and said in a low voice, "Master Rennis was my first master. He was very good to me."
"I am well aware of that," Roquan said, and edge creeping into his voice. "But you will now hear the same thing I have told Yanna. You serve one Overlord. You have one master. It is to that Overlord that you remain loyal. Do I make myself clear on this?"
Sirinna took a deep breath and let it go. "Yes, master," she whispered.
"Then there is to be no more discussion on this. Take Amanda back to your quarters. After breakfast, bring Tanyee here. I will rescind her Trainee status and take care of your punishment at that time."
Roquan turned Yanna around to adjust her restraints. Amanda's heart leapt into her throat when she saw how raw and red Yanna's backside was.
As the Overlord finished his task and turned back towards the others, Amanda gave the Overlord a look with eyes that burned with pure hatred.
Roquan noticed this, and returned the gaze impassively. "So the outworlder girl believes me to be harsh, does she?" he said.
Sirinna turned and stepped up to Amanda's side, draping her arm around the girl's shoulders. Amanda shrugged it off. "You don't beat people to get them to talk where I come from," Amanda said bitterly.
"Amanda!" Sirinna whispered urgently.
"No, Sirinna, let the girl speak," Roquan said, stepping forward. "By her own words, she is not a slave and does not have to obey me."
"And people don't get beaten up for saying what's on their mind, either!" Amanda cried, hands curled into fists.
"I do not 'beat-up' my slaves," Roquan said evenly. "In fact, such violence is forbidden among the Overlords. These..." he gestured towards the paddles "...are the limits of physical punishment, and you will note that I stopped Rennis from using the worst of them, the one I no longer use myself.""No, Amanda, you have a great deal to learn about slave discipline."
"I know enough," Amanda said in a lower voice. "Enough to know that I hate it."
Sirinna bit her lip.
"So be it. Then you shall consider that when you make your decision as to whether to stay or leave. Master Vanlo."
Vanlo dutifully stepped forward.
Roquan handed him the end of the chain. "She is in your temporary charge," Roquan said. "I will have Hiatha summoned after breakfast. In the meantime, please treat her. The paddling pain was to loosen her tongue, not inflict punishment."
"At once, your Lordship," Vanlo said. He gave Yanna an impassive look and snapped the chain lightly. Yanna hung her head low and walked out ahead of her former master.
Amanda watched the two of them go, guilt hanging over her head as she looked at Yanna's inflamed ass cheeks, even though she had not had a direct hand in her "interrogation".
"And you see, Amanda, I do not use pain as a long-term punishment," Roquan said. "It is used to make a point in the present. There are other ways to deal with a lack of discipline."
He turned his gaze towards Sirinna as he said this. Sirinna lowered her eyes.
Amanda stared at Sirinna in frustration, wanting her to stand up for herself. This was Amanda's fault anyway. Again! Amanda hated herself now as much as she hated the Overlord. Why couldn't she have just claimed total ignorance? Why couldn't she have just said she heard nothing, just like Yanna thought? Then at least no matter what happened after that, it would be on someone else's head.
"I see no further need for me to explain myself further," Roquan said darkly. "No Overlord should have a need, and the fact that I have even bothered to do so is quite unheard of. Amanda, I will thank you for helping resolve this serious matter. But beyond that, I find your presence an annoyance. Sirinna, do as I have asked."
"Yes, master," Sirinna said promptly, and hurriedly escorted a struggling and still defiant Amanda out the door.
As she was led away to the Healer's office, Yanna thought long and hard.
First, she silently congratulated herself. What a performance! Having Roquan paddle her was fortuitous. Those strokes had really hurt! She had little to add in the way of acting to react to them realistically and fuel her apparent look of remorse. She had to thank Rennis for putting on a grand performance of his own. She had pegged him right. He would not own up to the Disalla exchange unless he absolutely had to, and by then it was too late. Yanna and Amanda had already sealed his fate, and the fate of their alliance.
Yet there was a wrinkle in this. At first, she had thought her plans were disrupted when Roquan unexpectedly gave charge of her over to Hiatha instead of Sirinna. But what was this about Sirinna and Amanda? They were emotionally involved? Lovers, perhaps? And Amanda actually had a choice whether to stay in Narlass or not?
Her original plans had to change. No longer could she simply use the guise of wanting to say goodbye to Amanda before she returned home as her means of securing Sirinna for her master. Now she had to use a little more deceit and trickery. But now, it just might be possible she could have a willing but unwitting co-conspirator in her plans.
Yes. Amanda's work was not done yet. She still had a part to play. Her master will be most pleased at Yanna's cleverness. | null | 14 of 19 | Authors/A_Strange_Geek/AmandasChoice/Chapter14.txt |
123,260 | Anais Ninja | A Daddy's Guide to Loving Your Daughter | Your special little girl is now on her way to becoming a woman. As puberty hits and various hormones are released, her sex drive will hit overdrive. It's not uncommon for a girl this age to crave six or more orgasms a day, especially if you started her at an early age. You won't be able to satisfy all of her urges, so make sure she has plenty of batteries for her toys. This is a situation where it's good to have boys in the house, whether older or younger than her. Your special little girl will want to keep all the men in the house happy.
Candy is a sexy twelve-year-old girl. She loves to make her daddy Carl feel good, as well as her two teenage brothers, Joey and Bud. Along with her six-year-old sister, Kacey, Candy makes sure all the men in her family are satisfied. Candy craves the feeling of hard man meat filling her tender pussy, and today her wishes are going to be fulfilled.
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"Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Candy lets out a rhythmic series of moans as her brother pounds her hungry hole. Her tiny little titties jiggle on her chest as Bud pumps her tight little twat with his hard young cock. As her pleasure grows, she begins to tremble and moan louder. But just as she's about to lose it, Bud groans and buries his throbbing tool in her tender pussy.
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"Uhh...uhhh...uhhh...uhhhhh..." Candy begins to moan as Joey increases the speed of his thrusts. He's been fucking his pretty little sister since she was just six and he was ten, too young to ejaculate. After all these years, he knows just what it takes to get her off: start slow and steady and gradually build up a head of steam.
"That's it, Joey," Carl says as he watches his son pump Candy's hot little hole. "Make 'er come for me." Kacey is licking her daddy's cock like a lollipop, keeping him hard, while Bud kneels next to her, caressing her round little bottom and fingering her hairless slit.
"Uhhhhh...Jooooeeeyyy...yessss...yesssss..." Candy is bucking and thrashing underneath her brother. Joey's now pounding her hungry hole, making her budding breasts jiggle and bounce. Suddenly she convulses and cries out, digging her fingers into her brother's back. As she comes, her pussy spasms around her brother's pistoning pole, squeezing it tightly. Joey lets out a grunt, buries his thick teen tool in Candy's pulsating passage, and erupts, spurting his hot spunk into her tight hole. She gasps when she feels her brother's cum gush inside her.
"Mmmmm...that was nice," Candy says.
"Thanks, sis," Joey says, leaning down to kiss his sister on the lips. He slowly pulls his softening cock out of Candy's messy hole.
"Your turn, Daddy," Candy says, holding out her arms. As much as she likes the feeling of her brothers' young cocks, it's her daddy's thick tool that she loves the best.
"Comin', sweetie," Carl says. He pats little Kacey on the head and walks over to the bed. Candy spreads her legs for her daddy, showing him her leaky slit. Carl gets into bed and stretches out on his daughter, stuffing his fat prick into her spermy hole.
"Oooooh...Daddy..." Candy moans as Carl sinks his thick penis into her tender passage. His glistening shaft stretches her hairless labia, filling her narrow channel. Candy wraps her arms and legs around her daddy's burly form, clinging to his beer belly.
"Damn, I love your sweet little pussy," Carl mutters as he begins to thrust. Candy is all but immobilized by her daddy's weight, but she rocks her pelvis as he pumps her hungry hole. Little by little, Carl builds up a head of steam, plunging his glistening cock in and out of her tender twat.
"Uhhh...Daddy...uhhh...uhhhh..." Candy's moaning grows louder as Carl's fat prick slides in and out of her tight pussy. She's hugging her daddy tightly as he starts to pound her messy snatch. She begins to tremble and shake beneath her daddy as her pleasure grows.
"Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh..." On the carpet next to the bed, Kacey is sandwiched between her brothers, lying on her side as they ravish her pussy and ass with their tongues. Bud is lashing her tiny clit while Joey licks her little anus, making her moan and writhe between them. She hasn't pleasured them with her pussy and bottom like her sister, but it's only a matter of time. Now she's getting her reward for being a good little fluff girl and making her daddy and brother nice and hard for Candy's hungry hole.
"Uhhhhhh...uhhhhhh...Daaaddddyyy...uhhhhhh..." Candy calls her daddy's name when she comes, her whole body wracked with orgasmic tremors. Carl is pumping his daughter's spasming pussy hard and fast now, eager for his own release. His arms are wrapped around Candy's quivering body, hips rocking back and forth, taking his pleasure in his daughter's tight cunt. With a loud groan, Carl buries his fat prick deep inside her tender hole and erupts, spurting a massive amount of his hot, thick cum into his daughter's needy pussy.
"Mmmmmm...Daddy..." Candy loves it when her daddy pumps her pussy full of his steamy spunk. Carl's hips begin to slow to a halt.
"You're a sweet ride, baby," he says, giving his special little girl a tender kiss.
"Thank you, Daddy," Candy says. She's a happy girl now, with three loads of cum in her pussy.
Your lovely daughter is growing up now. Her hips and bottom are filling out, her breasts are beginning to develop, and you may even find a few sparse hairs on her mons and labia. Now she might become self-conscious about her blossoming body. It's important for you to be caring and supportive of your special little girl as she goes through these changes. Tell her how lovely she looks, not just with words but with your hands. Take the time to caress and cuddle your daughter. It will reassure her that you'll always be there for her, no matter how much her body changes.
As mentioned above, your daughter's nipples will be very sensitive as her breasts begin to bud. They'll begin to grow larger, both in width and height. Too much stimulation will border on the painful, so use a light touch when you fondle or tongue her breasts and nipples.
Pubescent girls are very self-conscious about their budding breasts, so take pains to tell your special little girl how lovely they look. Offer to rub lotions or creams into her tiny titties.It's an activity both of you can enjoy.
Brenda is a lovely twelve-year-old girl whose breasts are just beginning to bud. Every night, her daddy Brandon rubs lotion into her tiny titties. Brenda and her daddy have been playing together since she was just four years old, and they have a close and loving relationship.
"Daddy!" Brenda calls out from her bedroom. "Will you put lotion on my boobies?"
"Sure, princess," her daddy replies. He enters his daughter's bedroom, dressed in a bathrobe. As he takes a seat on the edge of his special little girl's bed, Brenda hands him the bottle of lotion. This nightly ritual is a special time for both of them.
"Daddy, can we do it like we did last Saturday night?" Brenda asks as she slips her little nightie over her head.
"Of course, sweetie," Brandon says. Brenda climbs out of bed and kneels at his feet, untying her daddy's bathrobe. His penis is half-hard in anticipation. Brenda leans in and takes his cock in her warm mouth, bathing the tip with her tongue and making her daddy's penis harden. Once he's erect and throbbing, he shrugs his robe off of his shoulder.
"I like doing it this way," Brenda says as she skins off her little yellow cotton panties. She climbs on to her daddy's lap and guides his glistening member into her moist little pussy. As she settles down on Brandon's thick member, he uncaps the bottle of lotion and squirts some on his palms. After rubbing his hands together, he cups Brenda's tiny breast buds.
"Mmmmmm...that feels so nice," Brenda says. She loves her daddy's gentle touch on her puffy little nipples. As Brandon rubs the lotion into his daughter's tiny top, she slowly glides up and down on his thick penis.
"Your boobies are coming along nicely," Brandon says. Though they're not much more than little lumps surmounted by puffy nipples, he's delighted by his daughter's tiny titties. Both daddy and daughter love their nightly lotion time together.
"Uhhh...Daddy...uhhh...uhhh..." Brenda moans softly as her daddy gently rubs her nipples with his fingers. She rocks her bottom back and forth as she slides up and down on Brandon's glistening cock. Then he leans in and takes one of her puffy nipples between his lips, flicking his tongue over her sensitive nubbin. He moves his lotion-covered hands to her bottom, guiding her movements on his thick tool.
"Uhhhh...so good...uhhhh...uhhhhh..." Brenda's moaning grows louder as she moves up and down on her daddy's big penis. Her hot little pussy grips his member tightly. Brandon begins to rock his hips, matching her rhythm as he pumps her tender twat.
"Uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhhng!" When Brandon probes his special little girl's tight bottom with a slippery finger, it sends her over the edge. She stiffens and arches her back, crying out with pleasure as she comes. Her pussy muscles ripple around her daddy's thick cock, clenching around it involuntarily. Brandon wraps his arms around his orgasmic little girl and buries his throbbing member in her spasming hole. With a groan, he erupts in her tight pussy, spurting thick gobs of his creamy spunk.
"Mmmmm...yessss..." Brenda moans when she feels her daddy shoot his load inside her hungry hole. She loves the feeling of warmth that spreads through her pussy, and she'll go to sleep satisfied, with a pussy full of her daddy's sperm.
2 Vagina
Your special little girl's tender passage now able to take almost all of your penis inside it, depending on your size. When aroused, she'll get nearly as wet as a grown woman. And with puberty comes fertility and her period. It's time to discuss birth control options with her.
Now is when your daughter's pussy begins to develop a musky, womanly scent. It's no longer the fresh young slit of a 4, 6, or 8 year old girl. But it does smell and taste fresher than the vagina of an adult woman, so you should continue to give your daughter oral pleasure. Many men enjoy the taste and aroma of an adolescent girl's pussy.
Thirteen-year-old Brittany has been playing with Jonah, her daddy, since she was six years old. Jonah has always loved to give his special little girl oral pleasure. Even now, as her perky little breasts begin to grow and her pussy starts to sprout hair, he enjoys licking her down there.
Brittany and her daddy share his bed most nights. Since she was little, her daddy would lick her until she came. It was something that helped her get to sleep. Now her daddy is tugging at her red lace thong. Brittany lifts her bottom up off of the bed so he can pull her panties down her thighs. But when her pussy is revealed, Jonah stops.
"You've shaved your coochie," he says.
"Yes, Daddy," Brittany says. "Do you like it?"
"I love it," Jonah says, pulling her sexy little panties down her legs and letting them fall next to the bed. "It reminds me when you were little."
"I wasn't sure you'd like it," Brittany says.
"It's beautiful, Brit," Jonah says. "I can just eat you up."
"Oh, Daddy," Brittany giggles. She spreads her long legs and her daddy stretches out between them, planting a kiss on her newly shorn mound. Cupping his daughter's cute bottom with his hands, he lowers his head between her thighs and starts to probe her hairless slit with his tongue.
"You taste so good," Jonah murmurs. He penetrates her tender passage with his tongue before working his way up to her swelling clit. Brittany moans softly as her daddy lashes her secret pearl. She starts to rock her hips, gasping every time his tongue swirls over her clit.
"Oh...oh...oh, Daddy...oh..." Brittany starts to moan and writhe as Jonah ravishes her young pussy. She cups her tiny titties, rubbing her fingers over her puffy little nipples. She loves how her daddy licks her down there. Having done it for years, he knows exactly how to make her come hard.
"Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...ohhhh..." Jonah has two fingers in Brittany's tender hole while he licks her clit, making her moan louder and tremble in his hands. He bears down with his tongue, lashing her clit hard and fast. Brittany's trembling grows in intensity until she convulses and cries out. Jonah keeps up his relentless oral assault on his daughter's tender pussy until she can bear no more. Flushed and out of breath, Brittany twists away from her daddy's tongue.
"Oh, shit," she gasps. "That was soooo good."
"I'll bet you sleep well tonight," Jonah says as he wipes his face with the bedsheet.
"Oh, I will," Brittany says, reaching for his hard cock. "Now it's your turn."
3 Anus
With the advent of your daughter's period, you may find yourself using her bottom for your pleasure more often. It is vital that you refrain from hard and fast thrusting, since her anus cannot handle that as well as her vagina. Remember to be careful or your special little girl will be back in diapers. To keep her tender passage safe from injury, use copious amounts of lubricant.
Bonnie is a blossoming thirteen-year-old girl. She and Dean, her handsome daddy, have been playing sexy games together since she was four. Bonnie loves to make her daddy feel good, just as Dean loves to give his daughter pleasure.
"Finish your homework, sweetie?" Dean asks his special little girl. She's in her bedroom, rubbing a vibrator over the crotch of her panties.
"Yes, Daddy," Bonnie replies. "All done."
"Good," he says, stepping out of his boxer shorts. He stands next to the bed, his cock hard and throbbing. Bonnie leans over and takes her daddy's penis into her warm mouth. As she rubs her pantied pussy with the vibrator, she hungrily sucks Dean's veiny cock and strokes his thick shaft.
"Daddy, my period started today," Bonnie says after releasing his hard meat with a loud slurp.
"Oh, too bad," Dean says. "We'll keep trying." Bonnie wants to give her daddy a baby girl who they can both play with.
"You can put it in my tushy, Daddy," Bonnie says, stroking his fat prick.
"Are you sure?" Dean asks. Usually, when Bonnie is on the rag, she sucks or strokes her daddy to completion.
"Yes, Daddy," she says. "I want you in my ass."
"Okay, sweetie," Dean says. "Roll over."
Bonnie turns over on to her tummy and her daddy tugs at her pretty pink cotton panties, pulling them down around her thighs. She has her hands between her legs, pressing the tip of the vibrator to her swollen clit. Dean reaches into his daughter's bedside table for a bottle of lotion. He pours some into Bonnie's crack, working it into her tight little ass with his fingers. Bonnie moans and pushes back with her hips.
"Mmmmm...Daddy...that feels good," she coos. Ever since she was six, she's loved anal stimulation, especially when her daddy licks her pretty pussy.
Dean squirts some lotion on his cock and spreads it around. Then he straddles his daughter's thighs and presses the tip of his penis against the entrance of her tight passage. Bonnie gasps when his bulbous cockhead pops through the tight ring of muscle.
"Aw, yeah," Dean mutters. "Such a tight little ass."
"Oh, Daddy...you feel so big," Bonnie purrs. As Dean slowly sinks his thick tool into his daughter's tight tush, Bonnie turns up the vibrator and slides it back and forth over her swollen clit. Little by little, her daddy's fat penis fills her tender passage.
"Uhhhhh..." Bonnie moans softly as her daddy begins to thrust in and out of her hot little tush. Though she loves anal stimulation, it's only been a couple of years since Dean first took his pleasure in her tight ass. Now she enjoys pleasing her daddy with her bottom. It feels so naughty and sexy.
"My sexy little butt slut," Dean mutters as he pumps his daughter's tight ass. He glances down to watch as his glistening cock plunges in and out of her tiny anus.Bonnie gasps with every stroke of her daddy's thick tool, pushing back with her hips to meet his thrusts.
"Ah...ahh...ahhh...ahhhh..." Bonnie moans loudly as her daddy uses her bottom for his pleasure. She slides the tip of the vibrator, slippery with lotion that's dripped down from her ass, back and forth over her pearly clit. Her whole body starts to tremble and shake as her pleasure grows. All of a sudden, she cries out as an orgasmic spasm sweeps through her. Dean holds his daughter tightly as he thrusts his glistening penis in and out of her tight passage. He loves to see and hear his daughter come, and it's a potent trigger for him. Dean gives Bonnie's tight little tush a couple of last deep thrusts before he comes, shooting his hot load into her tender hole. Bonnie gasps when she feels her daddy spurt his steamy spunk into her bottom, and a post-orgasmic shiver wracks her slender form.
"Oooooh...Daddy..." she moans, feeling the warmth of his cum spread through her.
"Mmmm...babycakes," Dean murmurs. "I love your hot little ass."
B Preparations
Now, more than ever, you need to pamper and indulge your special little girl. Though she'll be as eager to please you as ever, you'll need to make sure that her pleasure is first and foremost. Her orgasms will be more intense than ever, so be sure that she has at least one every time you play together. If your play includes your male children, make your daughter the center of your activities.
Your blossoming daughter will want to wear sexier clothing for you. Even if you still love to see her in the simple cotton panties she wore when she was younger, it's time to let her bloom into the woman she will soon become. Girls of this age want to wear lacy bras, not plain cotton training bras, and racy thongs instead of cotton briefs with cartoon character prints. Indulge her wishes, because she only wants to look sexy for her beloved daddy.
Tanya is a lovely little twelve-year-old girl. Chuck, her daddy, loves her very much and enjoys buying her pretty panties and training bras. Her breasts are just beginning to bud, and to celebrate her blossoming body, Chuck has bought his daughter her first real bra. Tanya, who's been playing with her daddy since she was four, loves to model her pretty underwear for her daddy.
"It's beautiful, Daddy," Tanya says, showing off her lacy pink bralet and matching thong. "Thank you so much."
"You look so sexy, princess," Chuck says. He's seated on the living room couch in his boxers, his hard cock tenting the front of his shorts. "There's more in the box."
"Ooooh...these are so pretty," Tanya says, fishing out a skimpy black lace thong from the carton. Chuck ordered a bunch of pretty undies for his special little girl from Pleasers.com. As he watches his daughter remove her bralet and panties and step into the tiny black thong, he rubs his cock through his shorts.
"Sweet," he says as Tanya shows off her skimpy panties. The lacy front barely covers her hairless pussy, and the back is little more than a strip of lace that bisects the perfect globes of her bottom. Tanya moves closer to the couch so her daddy can caress her soft ass.
"Mmmmm...that feels nice," she says. Then she returns to the box, rummaging through it and pulling out panty after panty.
"Try those on," Chuck says. Tanya is holding a pair of white cotton bikini panties with a dainty pink lace trim. She's disappointed at first, since she thinks she's too old for the cotton panties of a little girl. But when she reads what's printed on the panties, a grin spreads across her face.
"'Daddy's Little Panty Girl'," she giggles.
"Read the back," Chuck says. Tanya turns the pretty panties over.
"'I Love My Daddy's Cock'," she says, reading the printing on the back. "Well, it's true." Tanya takes off the thong she's wearing and puts on the pretty cotton bikini panties. Then she notices that there's a lace-trimmed slit in the crotch that allows access to her tender holes.
"Thank you, Daddy," Tanya says, walking over to the couch. "I love my new panties. They make me feel so sexy."
"You look lovely in them," Chuck says, reaching out to touch the slit in the crotch of her panties. He probes her hairless cleft, feeling how moist she is.
"I get so wet showing you my pretty new panties," Tanya says. She straddles her daddy, reaching down to fish his hardness out of his boxer shorts. She parts the slit in her panty crotch and aims her daddy's penis at her moist sex, lowering herself down until his cockhead penetrates her tight passage. Tanya slowly settles down on her daddy's penis.
"My pretty little panty girl," Chuck says as his daughter's wet pussy envelops his hard meat. He cups Tanya's panty-clad tush, guiding her movement as she begins to slowly ride his cock. Tanya leans forward, offering a puffy nipple for her daddy to suckle.
"Oh...oh...oh...oh..." Tanya lets out a series of soft gasps as she slides up and down on her daddy's thick tool. She wraps her arms around his neck, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her nipple and his big cock inside her tender hole. Chuck runs his hands over his daughter's pantied bottom as it moves up and down.
"Ohhh...ahhh...Daddy...ahhhh..." Modeling her pretty new panties for her daddy always makes Tanya quite horny, and she loves to thank him afterwards, pleasuring him with her mouth, pussy, or ass. Her own pleasure grows as she rides her daddy's fat prick, making her tremble and moan. Chuck releases his daughter's nipple from his lips, looking down to watch his glistening cock disappear into his daughter's hairless slit. Dainty pink lace frames her bald pussy lips, stretched wide by Chuck's thick shaft. His hands roam over her panty-covered bottom, and he notices that the slit in the crotch goes all the way back to her tight little tush.
"Uhhhhh...ahhhh...ohhhhh...ahhhh..." Tanya moans loudly as she bounces up and down on her daddy's big cock. When she feels his finger probing her tiny anus, it sends her over the edge. She suddenly stiffens and arches her back before convulsing, falling forward against Chuck's broad chest. He wraps his arms around his daughter and pumps her spasming pussy with his hard meat. Tanya cries out with pleasure as she comes, her whole body quivering with orgasmic tremors. Her tender passage clenches around her daddy's pistoning cock, gripping it like a fist. Chuck lets out a groan and buries his fat prick in his daughter's pulsating pussy, spurting thick gobs of his hot love juice into her tight hole. Tanya moans when she feels her daddy's cock erupt inside her tiny twat.
"Oooooh...Daddy," she coos. "You squirted a lot of cum in me."
C Activities
Now is the time to add a little spice to your sexy games together. Don't be afraid to get a bit kinky with your special little girl. You've raised a loving, adventurous daughter and, chances are, she's up for anything short of pain or humiliation. A little light bondage, some new toys, sexy lingerie, and fantasy role-playing will help keep your sexy games feeling fresh and new.
1 Manual
There's more you can do with your hands than rub a clit or stroke a penis. Your special little girl is old enough to appreciate a sensuous massage. Start with her feet and work your way up, avoiding her private parts so she'll squirm with anticipation. Lovingly caress her breasts and bottom before zeroing in on her lovely pussy. As you finger her swollen clit, kiss and suckle her budding breasts. It'll drive her wild with passion and desire.
If your daughter wants to return the favor, relax and enjoy it. You'll love the feeling of her soft hands on your back and legs. When you roll over and reveal your erection, she won't be able to resist giving her daddy a "happy ending" with massage oil-covered hands.
Miranda and her daddy Max are taking a long car trip together. She's thirteen years old, with a pretty face and a pair of perky little breasts. Ever since she was three years old, she'd amuse herself on these long trips by playing with her pussy. She'd even cut a hole in her panties so she can touch herself easier.
"Uhhhh...mmmmm...uhhhh...uhhhh..." Miranda moans softly as she diddles herself. She likes to use both hands, rubbing her clit with two fingers while she squeezes her tits or fingers her pussy with the other hand. Max is finding it hard to keep his eyes on the road. Every few seconds, he glances over at his pretty daughter.
"I gotta pull over," he mutters, pulling off the state road and parking behind an abandoned gas station.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" Miranda asks.
"You're driving me wild," he says. Max puts the car in park and reaches over, slipping his hand under his daughter's miniskirt. As his fingers find her swollen clit, Miranda pulls up her t-shirt and bra, freeing her pert little breasts.
"Mmmmm...Daddy..." Miranda pinches her puffy nipples as her daddy rubs her secret pearl. Though she'd love for her daddy to lick her down there or stuff his big cock in her hungry hole, they're in a sports car with only two bucket seats. There will be time to enjoy each other later, when they check into a motel, but for now she'll have to settle for some quick manual relief.
"Uhhhh...uhhhnnn...uhhhh...uhhhhh..." Miranda moans as her daddy frigs her pearly clit. Now he leans over and clamps his lips around one of her nipples. Miranda uses her free hand to reach over into her daddy's lap. First, she squeezes the bulge in his pants, then she unzips his fly and fishes out his cock. As Max fingers his daughter's damp pussy, Miranda starts to stroke her daddy's throbbing tool.
"Uhhhh...Dadddy...yesss...oh, yessss..." For the last thirty miles, Miranda has been fingering her slit, bringing herself to the brink of an orgasm and then backing off.Now, thanks to her daddy's finger, the floodgates begin to open and waves of pleasure spill over her lissome body. She trembles in her seat, her perky little breasts heaving. All of a sudden, she lets out a sharp cry and strains against the seatbelt. Max keeps rubbing his daughter's clit until she has to push his hand away.
"Mmmmm...that was good," Miranda whispers. "Jeez, you're so hard." She strokes her daddy's cock the way he likes it, with short, quick strokes.
"Mmmm, yeah," Max murmurs. "Jerk that prick, baby."
"I love your cock so much, Daddy," Miranda coos. "Come for me. Come for me, Daddy."
"Here it comes, baby," he says. Miranda unbuckles her seatbelt, leans over the seat, and wraps her lips around her daddy's cockhead just in time to catch the first spurt of his hot semen. She milks her daddy's penis with her fingers, swallowing every drop of his creamy spunk. Miranda doesn't waste a bit. She's been drinking her daddy's loads since she was six, though lately she likes when he shoots on her tiny titties.
"I love your cum, Daddy," Miranda says. "But I'm still hungry."
"Let's get some lunch then," Max says, putting the car in gear.
2 Oral
Your special little girl loves nothing more than to have her pussy licked by her beloved daddy. Her clitoris should now be more prominent when she is aroused, swelling in response to your tongue. Some girls are too sensitive down there for direct stimulation, however circling her clit with your tongue should have the desired effect. A good tongue lashing, along with fingers or a toy in her pussy or bottom, is guaranteed to make her climax. If your daughter is multi-orgasmic, keep licking until she pulls back or pushes your head away.
Your daughter will love to suck you almost as much as she loves getting head. Pubescent girls are proud of the effect that they have on a man, making his penis hard and making him come. You'll find that she looks up at you a lot more often, interested in how much you enjoy her mouth on your hard member. She'll come to crave your spunk, hungrily swallowing it or aiming your penis at her face or breasts when you come. Seeing her rub your cum into her budding breasts is a very sexy sight.
Now that your daughter has grown taller, the sixty-nine position should be much more comfortable. You're probably too big to be on top, but you can still give each other oral pleasure either side-by-side or with her on top. Don't forget that she'll love gentle caresses while you lick her lovely pussy.
Trina is a pretty twelve-year-old girl who's been playing with Roman, her daddy, since she was six years old. One of the things they love to do together is to give each other oral pleasure. Today they're going to try a new trick. Trina and her daddy love to sixty-nine, but she's never been on top before.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," Trina says as she stretches out on top of her daddy. She kisses his hard cock from the root to the tip.
"Scoot back a little, sweetie," Roman says. Trina moves back a bit. Roman's head is supported by a pair of pillows, and now her hairless pussy is touching her daddy's lips.
"Mmmmmm...I love it when you eat me, Daddy," Trina coos. Roman's tongue is probing her bald cleft, seeking out her swelling clit. Trina gives her daddy's big cock a tender kiss before parting her lips. She slowly strokes his veiny shaft while she swirls her tongue over his glans. When she was just six, Trina could barely get much more than the tip of her daddy's penis in her mouth. Now that she's older, she can suck half of his thick tool.
"Mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm..." Trina's soft moans are muffled by her daddy's hard meat. Roman is lashing his daughter's clit now, his big hands caressing her soft back and round bottom. Then he starts to probe her juicy snatch with two fingers, sawing them in and out of her tight passage while he licks her pearly clit.
"Mmmmmm...mmmmmmm...mmmmmm...mmmmmph..." As her daddy ravishes her young sex, Trina's moans grow louder. Her tender body begins to tremble and shake as her pleasure grows. While her daddy licks her succulent slit, Trina hungrily gobbles his fat knob, slurping loudly as she sucks her daddy's penis.
"Uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhh..." Trina has to remove her daddy's cock from her mouth as her release nears. She's shuddering and shaking as her pleasure grows, and she's afraid of grazing him with her teeth when she comes. As Roman feasts on his daughter's fresh young pussy, Trina licks his veiny cock and shaved balls. Then Roman does something that he knows will push his daughter over the edge. Using a fingertip moistened with her pussy juices, Roman presses against Trina's puckered anus, penetrating her tight tush. It works like a charm. Trina convulses on top of her daddy, quivering and shaking as her body is wracked with orgasmic spasms. She cries out with pleasure as she comes, rocking her hips back and forth. Roman lashes his daughter's clit relentlessly until she scoots forward, away from his probing tongue.
"Mmmmm...that was great, Daddy," she says before pouncing on her daddy's throbbing tool. She licks and sucks his fat penis greedily, hungry for a taste of her daddy's cum. It isn't long in coming. With a grunt, Roman erupts in his daughter's warm mouth, spurting thick gouts of his hot spunk down her throat. Trina hungrily swallows her daddy's steamy load. It took a while for her to get used to the taste of semen, but now she loves it.
3 Penetration
As your special little girl's pussy matures, it will be able to withstand harder, faster, and deeper thrusts. As always, let her be the guide to how vigorously you pump her tender passage. Digging her heels into your back is a sure sign that your daughter wants you to pound her pussy hard.
The positions you use should become more varied. Girls in this age range are quite limber, especially if they've had gymnastics training. Don't restrict yourself to missionary, doggie, and cowgirl. One very enjoyable position is to take her from behind while you both lie on your sides. This leaves your hands free to fondle her budding breasts or stimulate her clitoris. It's a good position for a long, slow screw.
Anal penetration is usually done doggie style or with your special little girl lying flat on her tummy. But it doesn't have to be that way all the time. Try the cowgirl position, with your daughter sitting on your cock. Or have her kneel in a chair or on a couch while you pump her tight tush. She can even lie on her back with her legs up in the air or resting on your shoulders. Even though doggie might be the most comfortable position for anal sex, most of the other positions work as well.
Twelve-year-old Tara and her daddy Ben are playing a game called "Three Holes for Daddy". They've been playing this since Tara was seven and first took her daddy's penis in her tight little tush. Right now, Ben is getting his daughter ready to play by licking her succulent slit. Tara's lying on his bed while her daddy kneels next to it, her lithe legs resting on his shoulders.
"Ahhhh...ahhhh...Daddy...yessss..." Tara moans and writhes on the bed as her daddy lashes her clit with his tongue. Ben likes to lick his special little girl's hairless pussy, and he loves to see her come. He keeps ravishing her delicious young twat until she twists away from his tongue.
"That felt so good, Daddy," Tara says. Her face is flushed and her budding breasts are heaving. Once she's caught her breath, she rolls over on her tummy across the bed. Ben gets up from the carpet and stands next to the bed, his hard cock bobbing with his heartbeat. He offers his cock to his daughter and she readily accepts it, enveloping it with her warm little mouth.
"Mmmmm..." Tara loves to suck her daddy's member, something she first did when she was just four years old. She ravishes his tool like a porn star, tilting her head this way and that while she strokes his shaft and fondles his balls. Soon Ben's penis is glistening with saliva. Tara releases it from her mouth with a loud slurp.
"I want you in me, Daddy," Tara says. She gets up on her hands and knees, wiggling her pretty bottom. Ben doesn't need to be asked twice. He places the tip of his cock to the entrance of his daughter's juicy cunt. Holding her slender hips, he pushes forward, sinking his thick tool into Tara's hungry hole.
"Oooooh...Daddy..." Tara coos with delight as her daddy's penis fills her tender passage. She pushes back with her hips, eager to take all of her daddy's hard meat. When Ben broke his daughter's cherry, she was only six years old and could take just a few inches of his big organ inside her young pussy. Now that she's older, she can take almost all of his hardness in her tender hole.
"You feel so damn tight, Tara," Ben says as he starts to thrust.
"I've been doing my exercises," Tara says. "The ones in the 'Little Girl's Guide'." She tightens her kegel muscles around her daddy's cock, making her pussy even tighter for him.
"Keep that up and it'll be 'Two Holes for Daddy' tonight," he says. Ben slowly pumps his daughter's juicy hole, savoring the delicious friction of Tara's tight twat. Tara rocks back and forth on her hands and knees, meeting her daddy's long thrusts. She reaches between her legs and rubs her swollen clit.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Tara lets out a soft gasp every time her daddy's penis bottoms out in her tender passage. Soon her gasps become moans, and she starts to tremble and shake. Ben is pumping her pussy a little faster now, knowing that his daughter is close to another climax. He bends over and cups her tiny titties, rubbing her nipples with his palms as he bangs her juicy slit.
"Ahhhhh...ahhhhh...Dadddyyy...ahhhhh..."Tara's moans get louder as her daddy starts to pound her delicious snatch. She furiously rubs her pearly clit, teetering on the edge of her orgasm. Suddenly, she shudders and arches her back, crying out with pleasure as she comes. Her hungry pussy spasms around Ben's pistoning cock, squeezing it tightly.
"Oh, shit," Ben mutters. He's about to lose it and blow his load in his daughter's pussy, thus losing the game. But he manages to hold back until Tara falls forward, off of his cock. After Tara rolls on to her back and lifts her legs, Ben grabs a tube of lubricant and squirts some on his daughter's tiny anus. He works it into her tight little hole with his finger, then he applies some to his cock.
"Put it in my tush, Daddy," Tara says. "Make me your tushy slut."
"You're my anal angel," Ben says as he mounts his special little girl. He presses the tip of his slippery cock against his daughter's tight anus and pushes. Tara gasps when the mushroom head of his penis pops through the tight ring of her rectum. Slowly, he stuffs her bottom with his hard meat.
"Uhhhhhh..." Tara moans as her daddy slowly fills her tight tush with his thick tool. She loves to please her daddy and she knows how much he enjoys putting his cock in her supple bottom. Ben holds his daughter's legs up as he sinks his member into her tiny anus. Once he's balls deep in his daughter's ass, he starts to thrust in and out. By the rules of the game, he has to give Tara's tight tush at least ten strokes or else he loses. Ben makes it to seven before erupting in his daughter's bottom, flooding it with a great gusher of his steamy cum. Tara lets out a satisfied sigh when she feels her daddy spurt his load inside her hot little ass.
"I win!" she says, happy to have a bottom full of her daddy's cum.
Role playing can be an exciting way to play with your special little girl. Pubescent girls still like to play make believe and dress-up, especially if it pleases their daddies. At this age, girls are able to play younger or older roles. An example of some scenarios are girl scout selling cookies, teenage prostitute, newlywed wife on her wedding night, or a little girl playing with her daddy for the very first time.
Ashley is a lovely little twelve year old girl. She and her daddy Sam have been playing together since she was five years old. Today she's dressed in a school uniform: white blouse, pleated plaid skirt, knee socks, white cotton panties, and her hair is put up in two pigtails. Her daddy calls her into the living room, where he's seated on the couch.
"Come sit on Daddy's lap, sweetie," Sam says. Ashley, acting bashful, hesitates for a moment before climbing on to her daddy's legs. In the process, the hem of her skirt lifts up, exposing her creamy thighs.
"You wanted to talk to me, Daddy?" Ashley says.
"Yes, princess," Sam responds. "You know that I love you and that you're my special little girl, right?"
"I know, Daddy," Ashley says. "I love you, too."
"Ashley, sweetie," Sam says, "There's a special game I'd like to play with you."
"What kind of game?" Ashley asks.
"It's a game that daddies play with their special little girls," Sam replies. "And it feels really good. Do you like to feel good?"
"Yes, Daddy," Ashley says.
"I know you do," Sam says, putting his hand on her thigh. "I heard you in bed this morning. Do you touch yourself down there?" He moves his hand under the hem of his daughter's skirt, just barely touching her panties.
"Um...y-y-yes, Daddy," Ashley stammers. "I know it's wrong. I'm sorry."
"Oh, sweetie," Sam says. "It's not wrong to make yourself feel good that way."
"It isn't?" she says.
"No, everyone does it," Sam says, pressing his finger against the crotch of her panties. Ashley lets out a soft gasp when she feels her daddy rub her slit.
"Do you do it?" Ashley asks.
"Of course," her daddy replies.
"How?" she asks. When she was five and just starting to play sexy games with her daddy, Ashley had never seen her daddy's penis. It amazed her, mostly because it was much bigger than the only cock she'd seen, that of a neighbor boy who played a game of "Show Me Yours and I'll Show You Mine" behind his family's garage.
"I rub my penis with my hand for a while," Sam says. "Then the good feeling comes and my penis shoots cream."
"Will you show me, Daddy?" Ashley asks.
"I will if I can watch you do it, too," he says. "Take off your school clothes and lie on the couch."
"Okay, Daddy," Ashley says, getting up from her daddy's lap. She unbuttons her blouse and takes off her skirt, standing before her daddy in her knee socks and white cotton bikini panties. Her underpants have a dainty floral print, little rosebuds. Ashley skins off her panties and lies down on the couch. She runs her hands down her tender body, all the way down to her hairless slit. As she does this, Sam takes off his trousers and boxer shorts. His cock is erect and throbbing, and Ashley's eyes go wide when she sees it, just as they did when she was five years old.
"Daddy," she says with amazement. "It's so big!"
"You made it get big," Sam says, "by being such a pretty little girl."
"Really, Daddy?" Ashley says.
"It's the truth," Sam says.
"Show me how you make the good feeling come, Daddy," Ashley says.
"I rub it like this," her daddy says. He wraps his hand around his thick shaft and strokes his erection. As Ashley watches, she rubs her clit with her fingers. Soon she's gasping and rocking her hips.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Ashley is moaning softly as she watches her daddy stroke his fat prick. She enjoys role playing games with her daddy; they make her feel so sexy and horny. As she fingers her pearly clit, she starts to tremble and moan louder.
"That's it, baby," Sam says as he watches his daughter masturbate. "Come for Daddy. Come for Daddy, baby."
"Uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh..." Ever the obedient daughter, Ashley rubs her clit harder and uses her other hand to poke her juicy hole, sawing her fingers in and out of her tight passage. Watching her daddy jerk off was an endless source of fascination when she was five, and even now seeing him stroke his hard cock makes her feel all gooey down there. She fingers her tight little twat until she convulses on the couch, her tender body wracked with orgasmic spasms.
"Mmmmm..." Ashley moans, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Are you going to make the cream, Daddy?"
"Any minute now, sweetie," Sam says, jerking his throbbing tool with short, quick strokes.
"Will you squirt your cream on my cunny, Daddy?" Ashley asks.
"Okay, baby," he says. Sam kneels on the couch between his daughter's legs. A few strokes later he groans and starts to spurt his creamy load, right on Ashley's hairless slit. She giggles with glee and rubs his spunk into her bald cleft.
"That feels nice, Daddy," Ashley says. Then she licks her spermy fingers.
"How's it taste, sweetie?" Sam asks.
"A little salty, Daddy," she says. "But I like it."
"That's my special little girl," Sam says proudly. "Let me get another cup of coffee and I'll show you some more games we can play."
"This one was fun, Daddy," Ashley says."Here it comes, Hayley," Danny warns his sister. She nods her head, her lips glued to his throbbing tool. With a groan, he shoots his creamy cum in his little sister's hungry mouth. Cassie has trained her well, and she drinks every drop of his creamy spunk.
"Very good, girls," Walt says proudly. "Now it's time for your feeding, Cassie." He lets out a soft grunt as he ejaculates in his pretty daughter's loving mouth.
"Mmmmm..." Cassie loves the taste of her daddy's spunk. She's been sucking her daddy since she was seven years old, when Hayley was still in diapers. Now he's spurting a massive load of his hot semen in her mouth and she's swallowing it all like a good little girl. Once he's finished squirting his spunk, she slowly pulls his cock out of her mouth.
"Okay, girls," Walt says. "Panties off. Boys, these pussies aren't going to lick themselves." | null | Part IV | Authors/anais_ninja/ptm/adg04.txt |
123,270 | Anais Ninja | A Little Girl's Guide to Love and Pleasure | You're growing up to be a big girl now. Your breasts are getting bigger, as are your hips and bottom. When you're aroused, your pussy gets wet and your clitoris swells. You might even have a few hairs down there. But despite the changes your body is going through, you'll always be your daddy's special little girl.
When you were a little girl, you learned to do the things that big girls did. Now that you're a big girl, it's time to learn some of the special games that grownups like to play. It's sad that some daddies lose interest when their special little girls grow up. But with a little effort and imagination, you can keep making each other feel good.
I. Your Growing Body
This is the time when your body goes through a lot of changes. Perhaps they've already started to occur. In a few years, you'll be a grown woman, ready to find a young man and make him a daddy.
A. Breasts
The biggest change you'll notice is your budding breasts. They may have started to grow when you were as young as ten years old. First, they're nothing more than pads of fat. Your nipples will grow pointy or puffy and get very sensitive. Most girls enjoy having their little nubbins licked and suckled, and a few can come from just having their nipples stimulated.
Getting your first training bra is a rite of passage every girl goes through. Just as your daddy loves to see you in your prettiest panties, he'll love it if you wear an adorable little bra. And just as he enjoyed taking off your pretty panties, your daddy will enjoy taking off your lovely little bra so he can play with your budding breasts.
Though your daddy loved his little girl and her flat chest, he'll love his growing girl with her tiny titties. And when they grow bigger, you'll be able to use them to make your daddy feel good. If you're a B cup or larger, you can push your breasts together so that your daddy can slide his penis between them. Squirt a little lotion between your titties and hold them together. Your daddy can now slide his cock up and down between your breasts. This is called a tittyfuck. When your daddy shoots his spunk, you can catch it in your mouth or let him squirt his cream all over your boobs. Be sure to rub his semen into your breasts, since it's good for your skin.
B. Vagina
Now your vagina is big enough to take all of your daddy's penis inside it. Though your pussy is not as tight as it was when you were a little girl, you can learn some exercises to make it grip your daddy's cock like a fist. You'll learn more about that below, but first let's discuss some of the changes your vagina is going through.
Along with getting bigger, your pussy is also getting wetter when you're horny. Some girls get so wet that they have to change their panties or wear a pad. It's important to keep your pussy clean for your daddy so it always smells and tastes fresh.
Your clitoris is also getting bigger and more sensitive. You may have noticed how it swells when you get aroused. This is when some girls learn to have more than one orgasm during sex.
Around this time in your life, a sensitive spot inside your vagina starts to develop. This is called the g-spot. When you were a little girl, you may have had to rub your clit in order to have an orgasm when your daddy's penis was in your pussy. Now this spot can give you that special feeling. Taking your daddy's cock inside you will feel much better.
As you start puberty, you'll notice that hair is beginning to grow down there. Though some daddies like to see a few hairs on their daughters' pussies, most daddies like a hairless pussy better. It's time to start shaving, something you can do in the shower.
Just like any other muscle in your body, you can exercise your vaginal muscles. They have a special name - kegels - and learning to control them can make your daddy's penis feel very good. Here's how you do it: the next time you pee, try stopping the flow by bearing down. That's your kegel muscles you're clenching. The more you practice tightening them, the more you'll be able to control them. Not only can you massage your daddy's cock with your pussy, but you might be able to make him hard again after he comes. Daddy will love feeling your pussy tighten around his penis.Daniel starts to pound his special little girl's hungry hole harder and faster.
"Uhhhh...Dadddddyyy...uhhhhh...uhhhng!" Johanna cries out and convulses as she comes. Her pussy spasms around her daddy's pumping penis, gripping his thick shaft. Daniel groans and buries his twitching cock deep in her tight passage and erupts, spurting thick gobs of his hot spunk. Only when the last drops of semen dribble from his prick do their hips begin to slow.
"Oh, baby," Daniel murmurs as he kisses his daughter. "That was amazing."
"Thank you, Daddy," Johanna says. She's a happy girl, with a pussy full of her daddy's cum.
C Anus
No matter how much your pussy grows, your anus will always be tight. By now, you may have learned how good it feels to have a toy or your daddy's penis inside your ass. Even though your bottom is still tight, you'll be able to take larger objects inside it. Taking your daddy's cock in your pussy while your tush is filled with a butt plug or vibrator feels really nice.
If you haven't yet enjoyed the pleasure of taking your daddy's penis in your bottom, it's time to start. Your daddy will be glad to help you train your bottom. Starting with a thin anal wand, you can use progressively larger dildoes and vibrators until you're able to take your daddy's cock in your ass. The keys are patience and plenty of lubricant.
Trina is a lovely twelve-year-old girl who loves her handsome daddy Roman. She'll do anything to make him happy. Trina has been making her daddy feel good with her mouth and pussy since she was six years old. Now that she's seen movies of women pleasing men with their tight bottoms, she wants to try that, too.
Roman has piled pillows on his bed for his special little girl. She lays on the stack face down, with her pretty bottom up in the air. As a vibrator hums away in her tight little pussy, Roman prepares his daughter's tush for her anal training.
"Ready, honey?" he asks her as he finishes applying lubricating jelly to her tight anus.
"Yes, Daddy," she says. Trina is enjoying her anal training. This is her third night, and she looks forward to having a mind-blowing orgasm.
"Here we go, baby," Roman says. He presses the tip of a lubricated anal wand into her bottom, slowly sinking the vibrating toy into her hot little ass. The vibrations from the wand in her tush and the dong in her pussy send waves of pleasure through Trina's tender body.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh..." As her daddy slides the two toys in and out of her tight holes, Trina begins to moan. She pushed back with her hips, meeting each stroke. As she imagines her daddy's veiny cock pumping her tight bottom, Trina's pleasure begins to grow.
"Let's try a bigger one," Roman says. He removes the wand and selects a thicker vibrator. After applying lube to the toy, he slowly slides it into Trina's tight ass. Trina begins to tremble as her daddy pumps her hot little bottom with the vibe.
"Uhhh...ahhh...uhhhh...uhhhh..." Trina's moaning louder as her daddy stimulates her tender holes. She has her hands between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit. Trina rocks her hips, enjoying the feeling of two vibrators sliding in and out of her tender passages.
"You're ready for this one now," Roman says as he squirts lubricant on a third vibrator. This one is bigger and shaped like a penis, nearly as thick as his own cock. Trina gasps as the head pops through the tight ring of muscle inside her anus. As her daddy manipulates the vibe in her bottom, stretching her tight holes, Trina imagines what it would be like to have two cocks inside her. She's seen the way her uncle Marco looks at her, and she wonders what it would be like to play with him and her daddy.
"Uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh..." The thought of pleasing two penises at the same time is a potent trigger. Trina begins to shudder and shake on the pile of pillows. Her daddy is pumping her hot little holes with the two vibrators, and waves of pleasure are coursing through her tender body. All of a sudden Trina stiffens and arches her back. Roman can feel her pussy and ass clench around the two toys as she comes. Trina's orgasm seems to go on forever, making her quiver and cry out.
"Dadddddyyyy...Daddddyyyy..." Trina calls out her daddy's name as she climaxes, and Roman knows that she's had enough. He turns off the vibes and eases them out of his special little girl's tender passages. He's been looking forward to plunging his cock into her buttery bottom for quite some time now.
"You're almost ready, sweetheart," he says as he caresses her soft cheeks. "One more night."
"I can't wait to feel you in my tushy, Daddy," Trina says.
II The Things You'll Do
A Manual
Though you make your daddy feel good with your mouth, pussy, and bottom, your daddy still loves it when you rub his penis with your hands. This can be either as foreplay or to completion. By now, you should know exactly how your daddy likes to have his cock touched, either long slow strokes or short fast ones. Don't forget to play with his balls, too.
By the same token, your daddy loves to touch your pussy. He enjoys feeling how wet you are down there, and how much your clit swells. Like a hand job, fingerbanging can be used as foreplay or to make you come.
Brenda is twelve years old and her breasts are just beginning to grow. Her daddy Brandon loves her so very much. They've been playing special games together since she was only four years old. Though Brenda makes her daddy feel good with her mouth and pussy, she still loves to stroke his big penis with her soft hands.
"Daddy? Will you rub lotion on my titties?" Brenda asks. Brandon is getting ready for bed when his special little girl comes into his bedroom.
"Sure, princess," he says, stripping off his shorts. "Come, sit on my lap."
"Thank you, Daddy," Brenda says. She hands the bottle of lotion to her daddy and unclasps her training bra. Brenda sits across her daddy's thighs and kisses his cheek.
"They're growing nicely," Brandon says. He squirts some lotion on his palm and starts to rub Brenda's tiny titties. They're nothing more than a couple of small mounds, each surmounted by a pointy nipple. Brenda rubs lotion on her breast buds every night, hoping they'll grow.
"Mmmmmm...that feels good," she says. As Brandon gently rubs his special little girl's tiny top, his penis begins to harden and throb against Brenda's thighs.
"I love rubbing your little boobies," he says.
"I can tell," Brenda says. She pours some lotion on her hand and reaches down between her legs, wrapping her fingers around her daddy's cock. Brenda is proud of how she can make her daddy's penis hard. It makes her feel like a sexy girl.
"There," Brandon says after massaging both of Brenda's budding breasts. "Maybe you'd like some lotion on your pussy?"
"I'd love that," she says. He squirts some more lotion on his fingers and dips them inside his special little girl's white cotton panties. His slippery fingers find her wet slit and swollen clit.
"Oh...oh...oh, Daddy...oh..." Brenda likes it when her daddy fingers her pussy. She starts to stroke his penis faster. As Brandon and his blossoming daughter pleasure each other, she begins to moan softly.
"Yeah, sweetie...that's it...just like that..." Brandon loves the way his special little girl rubs his hard cock. It was the first sexy game they played together. And even though he enjoys her delicious pussy and warm mouth, having Brenda stroke his penis reminds him of those first couple of years of making each other feel good.
"Oh...oh...oh...oh..." Brenda moans rhythmically as her daddy fingers her pearly clit. Her breath begins to grow ragged as her pleasure grows. Suddenly, she stiffens and arches her back. Brenda's whole body quivers as she comes. A couple of minutes later, she slides off of her daddy's lap and kneels at his feet.
"Come for me, Daddy," she says, stroking his cock with both hands. "Squirt your cream on my titties." It doesn't take long for Brandon to come. He shoots hot, ropy jets of spunk all over Brenda's breast buds. After she sucks the last few drops of cream from his penis, she rubs his cum all over her tiny titties.
B Oral
Making your daddy happy with your mouth is one of the nicest things a special little girl can do. Daddies love it when their cocks are licked and sucked. It's the fastest way to make your daddy's penis hard. Now that you're older, you should be able to get most of your daddy's cock in your mouth. If not, you can use your hands to stroke the rest of his penis while you concentrate on licking and sucking the head.
Just as your daddy loves to have his cock sucked, he enjoys licking your pussy, too. Just remember to keep your pussy nice and clean. Daddies love to see their special little girls come, and nibbling on their clits is one of the best ways to do that.
Something you might want to try is the sixty-nine position. You may have tried it when you were younger. Now that your body is growing, it's much easier for you to reach your daddy's penis while he licks your pussy. You can both lie on your sides, head to toe, or your daddy can lie on his back with you on top. Remember to be careful with your daddy's cock when he makes you come. It's all too easy to graze it with your teeth.
Katie is a pretty fourteen-year-old girl. She likes to wake up Andy, her daddy, by licking and sucking his cock. Andy loves to start the day this way. On this morning Katie, wearing only a skimpy pair of thong panties, climbs into bed with her daddy. He sleeps in the nude, and she only has to pull aside the sheet to reveal his slumbering cock. Kneeling next to him, Katie gently fondles her daddy's penis. Then she leans over and takes it into her warm mouth.Andy's cock gradually hardens as she bathes it with her tongue. After a few minutes of having his hard member sucked, Andy starts to wake up.
"Mmmmm...good morning, princess," Andy says.
"Good morning, Daddy," Katie says.
"Scoot around, sweetie," he says. "I feel like pussy for breakfast."
"Okay, Daddy," Katie says. She repositions herself so she's lying head-to-toe next to him. As she takes her daddy's penis back in her mouth, Andy pulls the crotch of her thong aside, exposing her succulent slit. He leans in and probes her cleft with his tongue, making her pearly clit swell.
"Oooooh...Daddy..." Katie loves it when her daddy licks her down there. She takes his cock back in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the tip and stroking his veiny shaft. As her daddy ravishes her clit, he probes her juicy hole with his fingers.
"Mmmmm...mmmm...mmmm...mmmmmm..." Katie's moans are muffled by her daddy's penis. She works his cock like a pro, loudly slurping as she sucks his thick tool. Andy is going to town on his daughter's hot little pussy, lashing her swollen clit while he fingers her tight passage.
"Uhhh...oh, Daddy...oh, Daddy...yessss..." Katie releases her daddy's cock so she can give voice to her pleasure. Her body starts to shake from head to toe. Her daddy relentlessly licks her juicy twat, making Katie come hard. He keeps it up until she can't take anymore, twisting away from his probing tongue. Then she pounces on his penis, hungrily licking and sucking it. Now Andy can concentrate on his own pleasure. Katie ravishes his penis with her soft lips and warm tongue until she can feel his cock start to twitch. She's been pleasing her daddy with her mouth since she was six and she knows when he's about to come. Katie clamps her lips around the head and uses both hands to stroke his shaft. This never fails to make her daddy come. He lets out a satisfied sigh and begins to shoot his hot load of steamy spunk in Katie's warm mouth.
"Mmmmm..." Katie loves making her daddy come and now she gets her creamy reward. As her daddy spurts his baby batter in her mouth she swallows every drop, milking his cock with her hands.
C Vaginal
Now that your pussy is growing, getting wetter, and your g-spot is developing, your daddy's penis should feel really nice inside you. And with practice controlling your kegel muscles, it'll feel amazing to your daddy. Once you've mastered the technique of contracting your muscles around your daddy's cock, you'll always have a pussy full of his cream to keep it warm.
Trying out new positions and locations is always fun. Try lying in bed like spoons, with your thigh up. Have your daddy enter you from behind. This position is good for a nice long screw, and your daddy's hands will be free to play with your titties or rub your clit.
Another position good for long, slow screws is a variation of the cowgirl position. Start off on top of your daddy, riding his cock. Instead of folding your legs under you, stretch them out in front of you. Then have your daddy sit up and use his thighs to bounce you up and down. This is a good position if you like to kiss while you ride your daddy's penis or if he likes to fondle your budding breasts.
You don't have to limit your special games to bed or even the bedroom. Try different places around your house, like the shower or the living room couch. Playing outside is fun, too. Try doing it on the lawn or in the pool if you have one.
Tanya is a blossoming twelve year old girl. She and her daddy, Chuck, have been playing sexy games together since she was four. Tanya loves to make her daddy happy, and he enjoys taking his pleasure in her mouth, pussy, and ass. They live together in a big house with a pool in the backyard.
One of Tanya's favorite things to do is to play in the pool with her daddy. She likes to make him horny by swimming topless. Chuck loves her tiny budding breasts. He can't get enough of them, and every chance he gets he licks and sucks her puffy little nipples. Now Chuck is chasing his special little girl around the pool, trying to untie her pretty bikini bottoms. It's a sexy game they like to play.
"Can't catch me, Daddy!" Tanya sings. She's a good swimmer and she manages to evade her daddy by diving underwater. But just as she's about to surface, her daddy catches her ankle. He pulls her closer and gets his hands on the strings securing her bikini bottom. A minute later he has her swimsuit off.
"You win, Daddy," Tanya says. She wraps her legs around him and rubs her hairless pussy against his hard cock. Playing this game makes both of them very horny.
"What do I get for winning?" Chuck asks. He cups her lovely bottom in his hands.
"Me, Daddy," Tanya says, giggling.
"I'll take that," Chuck says. He reaches down and guides his stiff penis into his special little girl's tiny twat.
"Mmmmmm...Daddy..." Tanya loves the feeling of her daddy's hard cock in her pussy. She starts to rock her hips, sliding up and down on his thick tool. Water resistance makes it hard to move fast but Tanya and her daddy don't mind. They love to screw nice and slow. As Tanya pleasures her daddy's penis with her pussy, Chuck tilts his head and suckles her puffy nipples.
"Oh...oh...oh...oh..." With every thrust of her daddy's thick cock in her tender passage, Tanya lets out a soft gasp. Chuck has her round little bottom in his hands, guiding her movements up and down. Tanya feels nearly weightless in the water. She holds on to her daddy's shoulders as he pumps her tight twat with his fat prick.
"Ohhhh...ahhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhnnn..." Tanya moans as her daddy's cock plunges in and out of her hot little pussy. She begins to tremble and shake as her pleasure grows. Chuck is thrusting as fast as the water will allow, savoring the feeling of his pretty little girl's pussy gripping his thick shaft. He squeezes her cheeks and starts to probe her tight bottom with his finger. Tanya loves it when her daddy plays with her tush, and this sends her over the edge. Her tender body stiffens and shakes, and she cries out with pleasure. Tanya's hot little pussy spasms around her daddy's cock as she comes. He gives her pulsating passage a couple of deep thrusts before erupting inside her hungry hole. Tanya moans when she feels her daddy spurt his hot spunk, filling her pussy with his love juice.
"Ooooh...Daddy..." Tanya wraps her arms around her daddy and hugs him tightly. It's a perfect day, warm and sunny, and now she has a pussy full of her daddy's cream.
D Anal
With puberty comes your monthly period, though that doesn't mean that you and your daddy can't have fun together. Some daddies don't mind the mess that comes with menstrual sex. But if he does, you can make him feel good with your mouth, hands, or your bottom.
Many daddies love to lick their special little girls' bottoms. It feels so nice when your daddy rims your tight sphincter. It's just as important to make sure your bottom is as clean for him as your pussy. Using baby wipes are a good way to make sure you'll taste nice and fresh for your daddy.
Thanks to her anal training, twelve year old Trina is able to take her daddy's cock in her tight little bottom. Even better, they've asked her uncle Marco to join them in playing their special games. Now Trina has two strong, handsome men to play with.
"My beautiful niece," Marco says. She's just taken off her white cotton training bra and he's fondling her little nubbins. Roman, Trina's daddy, has his hands in her cotton bikini panties, fingering her hairless slit. Then he slowly pulls down her pretty panties.
"I'm going to make both of you feel so good," Trina says as she steps out of her underpants. She kneels at the feet of her daddy and uncle and takes both of their hard cocks in her hands. Both penises are weeping clear precum, and Trina can't resist licking the tips. First she takes her daddy's cock in her mouth and sucks it before switching to her uncle's thick member. Roman smiles proudly at his special little girl. Now she's about to experience her first double penetration.
"I want Uncle Marco in my pussy, Daddy," Trina says. "And I want you in my tushy."
"Whatever you want, princess," Roman says. After Marco climbs into bed and lays down on his back, Trina straddles his hips. She reaches down and guides her uncle's thick tool into her hungry pussy. Trina leans forward to allow her daddy to pour some lubricating jelly between the perfect globes of her ass. He works the lube into her tiny anus with his finger, then he squirts some jelly on the head of his cock. Roman kneels behind his daughter and presses the slippery tip of his member against Trina's tight tush.
"Uhhhhhh..." Trina moans as her daddy's penis fills her hot little bottom. Now she's got two thick adult cocks in her tender holes. Once she feels her daddy's pubes tickle her tush, she starts to rock her hips. Trina slides up and down her uncle's fat prick while her daddy pumps her tight ass.
"That feels amazing," Marco says. "So fucking tight." As he plays with Trina's tiny nipples, he can feel his brother's cock plunging in and out of Trina's tush. He pushes upwards with his hips, pumping his pretty niece's tender twat.
"Uhhh...uhhh...uhhhh...uhhhhh..." With two hard cocks sawing in and out of her tight passages, Trina begins to tremble and moan. Pleasuring two penises at the same time makes her feel so hot and sexy. She loves the feeling of two sets of hands on her body as well. Marco is fingering her stiff little nipples while her daddy caresses her soft bottom. Both men are savoring the delicious feeling of this special little girl's tight holes.
"Uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh..." Trina's pleasure grows as her daddy and uncle pump her tender passages harder and faster.She undulates her little bottom between the two pistoning penises inside her. Trina's moaning grows louder, and her trembling becomes shuddering and shaking. Suddenly, she cries out and convulses. Orgasmic tremors wrack her tender body as she comes. Her pussy spasms around her uncle's penis, and her clenching anus grips her daddy's cock. They hold her quivering body as they pound her tender holes, eager for their own release. Almost simultaneously, Roman and Marco let out a groan. Both men erupt in Trina's spasming holes, filling her with a massive amount of hot spunk. Trina gasps when she feels the twin gushers of cum in her pussy and ass. This triggers another orgasm that leaves her weak and breathless.
"Wow," she says, panting. "You both came at the same time. It felt so good."
"What a hot little ass," Roman says, leaning over to kiss his special little girl.
"And a sweet pussy, too," Marco says. Trina smiles, happy that she's satisfied her two favorite men.
III Advanced Techniques
When you first started playing special games with your daddy, you entered a world of pleasure that only grownups usually enjoy. Now it's time to learn all of the things that grownups do together. They're fun and are sure to make you and your daddy feel good.
A Dressing for Daddy
There are many ways to dress to please your daddy. Of course, you already know that he loves to see you in your pretty panties. Now that you're growing up, you might want to wear sexier undies, like string bikinis and thongs. Though your daddy will love to see you show off your sexy body in a tiny thong, remember that he also loves the soft cotton panties you wore as a little girl. It's these two ways of dressing, sexy and innocent, that mark your growing years. One day your daddy might love to see you in a lacy black bra and matching thong, and the next he'll want you to wear a training bra and white cotton bikini panties. At this point in your life, you're both a sexy young woman and a cute little girl. There's no reason why you can't be both for your daddy.
If you and your daddy started playing special games together when you were very young, it's a safe bet that he'll love to see you in the kind of clothes you wore when you were a little girl. That means little party dresses, panties with ruffled bottoms, and lacy socks. Put your hair up in pigtails, and your daddy will love it. Another fun outfit is a school uniform, with a pleated plaid skirt, white blouse, and knee socks. Don't forget to wear your little white cotton panties underneath the skirt. Make sure your daddy sees your pretty panties, and you'll make his penis nice and hard.
Now that you're older, you can wear the kind of sexy lingerie that women love to wear for men, like lacy bras, skimpy panties, garter belts, and stockings. There are even undies that are made just for your special games, like panties with a slit in the crotch that exposes your pussy, or bras with peekaboo holes for your nipples. You can wear sexy nighties, too, like a short babydoll with matching panties. There are so many sexy things to wear for your daddy.
Fiona and Callie are two sisters who love their daddy Patrick very much. Fiona is fourteen and has lovely perky tits and long shapely legs. Callie just turned twelve, and her breasts are just beginning to bud. Patrick loves his sexy daughters and indulges them by buying them all the pretty clothes they want. Both girls love to wear frilly lingerie, and they enjoy modelling for their daddy. Today they're putting on a panty show for Patrick. They start off in adorable white cotton panties decorated with little pink and pastel blue hearts.
"Feel them, Daddy," Callie says. Patrick is sitting on his bed, his bathrobe open, stroking his veiny cock.
"They're so soft, Daddy," Fiona says. Her daddy stops stroking himself and reaches out to touch his special little girls' panty crotches. Callie and her sister stand side by side, enjoying their daddy's gentle touch. He rubs their succulent slits through the thin cotton of their pretty panties.
"Nice," he says. "Turn around, girls." Patrick caresses their cute little bottoms. Callie was four and Fiona was six when they started playing special games with their daddy. When they were that age, they wore pretty cotton panties like the ones they're wearing now.
"Back in a sec, Daddy," Fiona says. The girls scamper to their bedroom to change their panties. They return wearing pink satin briefs with rows of frothy white lace along the bottoms.
"Lovely," Patrick says. Fiona and Callie turn around to show their lacy ruffled bottoms to their daddy. He pulls them into his lap. As the girls straddle his thighs, their daddy reaches around and fondles their puffy pink nipples.
"Mmmmmm...Daddy..." Callie moans. Since her breasts began to bud, her nipples are extra sensitive. She rubs her silky panty crotch against her daddy's thigh.
"I love my frilly new panties, Daddy," Fiona says. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, princess," he says, dipping his hand into her dainty undies. Patrick fingers her shaved slit, feeling how moist her pussy is getting.
"Let's put on our new thongs, Fiona," Callie says. The girls go back to their bedroom, returning a minute later wearing skimpy white lace open crotch thongs that expose their hairless pussies and cute little bottoms. Patrick strokes his hard cock as his daughters show off their blossoming bodies. The girls turn and embrace each other, their legs intertwined, pressing their naked pussies against each other's thigh.
"Let's sixty-nine for Daddy," Fiona says. She and Callie have been licking each other since they were little girls. Now they climb into bed and lay head to toe and bury their faces between each other's legs. As the girls lick and suck each other's pearly clit, Patrick caresses their firm young bodies. Then he stretches out behind Fiona and places the tip of his cock at the entrance of her juicy slit. Callie guides her daddy's penis into her sister's hungry hole.
"Uhhhhh..." Fiona moans as her daddy's thick tool fills her tender passage. As Patrick begins to thrust in and out of her pussy, Callie nibbles and sucks her sister's clit. Soon Fiona is moaning and writhing as her pleasure grows. She rocks her pelvis between her daddy's thrusting cock and her sister's lashing tongue. Modelling panties with her sister always makes her very horny, and her climax is not long in coming. She shudders and shakes, crying out with pleasure as she comes. Patrick gives her spasming pussy one last deep thrust before pulling out.
"Your turn, Callie," he says, stretching out behind his youngest girl. Fiona aims his cock at her sister's tight little pussy. As Patrick sinks his penis into Callie's tiny twat, Fiona ravishes her little button with her probing tongue.
"Uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhhh..." Callie moans and rocks her hips as her daddy pumps her tender passage. Panty shows make her really horny, too, and she loves to make her daddy's penis hard by showing off her body. Now comes the payoff, with her daddy's thick tool pistoning in and out of her young pussy and her sister's tongue lashing her pearly clit. Callie's moans grow louder as her release nears. When Fiona starts to finger her sister's puffy nipples, this sends Callie over the edge. Her tender body stiffens, and she arches her back as waves of pleasure sweep through her. Patrick is pounding his special little girl's spasming pussy, eager for his own release. He groans, buries his cock in Callie's tiny twat, and erupts, spurting a gusher of his hot cream in her hot little hole. Callie gasps when she feels her daddy's steamy spunk fill her young sex.
"Mmmmm...Daddy," she coos. "You came a lot."
B Brothers & Sisters
It's a lucky girl who has brothers, sisters, or both who love to play special games with you and your daddy. You may have seen porn movies where three or more people play together. You can do some or all of these things with daddy and your siblings.
Having an older sister is a good thing to have. She can show you how to do the things that make your daddy very happy. By the same token, if you have a younger sister, you can be the one that teaches her how to play sexy games with your daddy. And sisters, as you know, can make each other feel good, too.
You're a fortunate girl if you have older brothers, since you can play sexy games with them as well. Even if their penises aren't quite fully grown, teen boys have plenty of stamina and can pound your little pussy for a long time. Younger brothers are fun to play with, too. Some daddies like to play sexy games with their special little boys, and you can help them make your daddy happy.
Candy is a lovely twelve-year-old who's blessed with a younger sister and two older brothers. Sister Kacey is just six, and though she likes to make their daddy feel good with her hands and mouth, she hasn't yet done it with her pussy or bottom. Kacey adores her sister Candy and can't wait to do all the things her big sister does. Brothers Joey and Bud are sixteen and fourteen, and their cocks are nearly as big as their father Carl's member.
Today they're all playing together in the family room in the basement. It's a big room with a deep pile shag carpet. A porn movie is playing on the television. Carl, a burly biker with a beer belly, is naked, sipping a beer while his special little girl Kacey sucks his fat cock. She's wearing just her little pink cotton panties, sitting on an ottoman while she licks her daddy's fat prick. Candy, dressed in a skimpy red babydoll nightie, is kneeling at her brothers' feet, sucking Joey's smooth young penis while she strokes Bud's boner.
"Ready, darlin'?" Carl asks Candy. She releases Joey's organ with a loud slurp.
"Yes, Daddy," she says."I want to be stuffed full of cock."
"You betcha," Carl says. He hands Kacey his beer and lies down on the carpet. Candy slips her nightie over her head and removes her skimpy red lace g-string. Then she straddles her daddy's hips, reaching down to guide his thick tool into her juicy slit. Slowly, Candy settles down on her father's fat penis.
"Mmmmm...you feel so good inside me, Daddy," she moans. As Candy starts to rock her hips, churning her little pussy with her daddy's cock, Kacey is applying lubricant to Bud's penis. Then the boy kneels behind Candy and presses his slippery tool against his sister's tight tush.
"Uhhhhh..." Candy moans as her brother sinks his smooth young cock into her hot little bottom. She starts to move her hips again, rocking between the two hard members invading her tender passages. Now Joey kneels by her head, offering her his penis to suck. Candy wraps her lips around her brother's hard meat, loudly slurping as she sucks him.
"Play with her titties, Kacey," Carl says. Kacey kneels by her sister and starts to fondle Candy's tiny breasts, cupping the two nubbins with her palms. Bud and Carl are now rocking their hips, taking their pleasure in Candy's tight holes, while Joey enjoys his sister's warm mouth on his penis.
"Mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmm...mmmmmm..." Candy's moans are muffled by her brother's cock. She undulates her bottom as Bud and Carl pump her ass and pussy. When Kacey reaches between Candy's legs and fingers her pearly clit, she starts to tremble and moan louder. Candy loves to make her daddy and brothers feel good like this. It makes her feel so sexy and naughty. She's servicing a trio of hard cocks like a porn star, making her own pleasure grow.
"Mmmmm...mmmmmmm...mmmmmm...mmmmph!" Candy suddenly convulses, her cries stifled by Joey's meat. Her whole body shudders and shakes as she comes. Candy's pussy spasms around her daddy's pistoning cock and her bottom clenches around Bud's penis. They keep on pumping her tight holes, chasing their own pleasure.
"Ungh!" Joey is the first to come, letting out a grunt as he squirts his hot teen spunk in Candy's warm mouth. She squeezes his cock with her hand, swallowing all of her brother's love juice. Candy loves to milk the cream from her brothers' balls. After the last drops have dribbled from his penis, Joey pulls out of his sister's mouth.
"Uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh..." Without a cock between her lips, Candy is free to give voice to her pleasure. Carl and Bud are pounding her tender holes hard and, with Kacey's finger busy on her clit, she's close to another orgasm. The trembling starts anew, building to a crescendo until she cries out and convulses again. This time, Bud and Carl can't resist when her tight passages contract around their pumping members. They let go simultaneously, spurting their steamy spunk in her spasming holes. Candy moans loudly when she feels the twin gushers in her pussy and ass.
"Wow," Candy says as Bud slowly pulls his penis out of her ass. He helps her up off of her daddy's cock. Spunk is leaking from her pussy and ass. Kacey gives her sister a towel so she can wipe off her thighs, then she hands her daddy his beer.
"I can't wait until I can do that," Kacey says.
"Gotta bust your cherry first," Carl tells his little girl.The thought that this man she barely knows is using her pussy for his pleasure makes her hot and bothered. Next to them, Rebecca strokes Sam's hard penis as she watches Ashley ride her daddy's thick tool.
"Will you put it in me?" Rebecca asks Sam.
"Sure," he replies. "I'd love to lick your little pussy first."
"Okay," she says, removing her adorable white panties. Rebecca lays down on the bed next to her daddy and spreads her thighs. Then Sam curls up between her legs and kisses her succulent slit. He dips his tongue in Rebecca's hairless cleft.
"Uhhhhh..." Rebecca moans when Sam's probing tongue reaches her tiny clit. Watching her daddy fuck Ashley has made her horny, and she's eager for her release. As Sam lashes her little button, he penetrates her tiny twat with his finger. Rebecca starts to rock her hips, enjoying the feeling of a near stranger's tongue swirling over her clit.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Ashley is bouncing up and down on Jeff's glistening cock. He cups her cute bottom in his hands, guiding her movements. Then he moves his hands to her budding breasts, running them over her puffy nipples. Ashley's nubbins are quite sensitive, and she begins to moan louder. Her body trembles and shakes until she convulses and cries out. Ashley falls forward when she comes, clinging to Jeff's chest. He wraps his arms around her and starts to pump her spasming pussy hard and fast. With a groan, he erupts in Ashley's pulsating passage, spurting thick gobs of his hot spunk.
"Uhnn...uh..uh..uhhhnnn..." On the bed next to them, Rebecca is moaning and quivering as Sam ravishes her fresh young pussy with his tongue and fingers. Just as she's about to come, Sam stops licking her hot little twat.
"Whaaaa...?" Rebecca moans in disappointment. "Don't stop!"
"It's time for a deep dicking, little girl," Sam says.
"Becca likes to be tied up when she gets fucked," Jeff says as Ashley rolls off of him. He reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a set of leather restraints. Ashley helps Jeff snap the straps onto Rebecca's wrists and ankles, attaching the other ends to the bedposts. A naked Rebecca is now spread-eagled on the bed.
"Sweet," Sam says as he mounts Rebecca. He reaches down and guides his hardness into her wet slit. Rebecca gasps as his thick cock stretches her tiny twat.
"Uhhhhh..." As Sam starts to thrust, Rebecca lets out a low moan. Ashley's never seen her daddy fuck anyone else before, and she watches this scene with interest. Jeff stands behind her, running his hands over her blossoming body.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Rebecca moans louder as Sam pumps her tiny twat with his hard meat. The straps hold her limbs fast, but she can still rock her hips, meeting Sam's powerful thrusts. Her interrupted pleasure returns as Sam's thick tool plunges in and out of her tight hole.
"Uhhh...uhhhh...uhhhhh...ahhhhh!" Rebecca lets out a cry of pleasure, her tender body wracked with orgasmic tremors. Her legs quiver and shake, and her pussy spasms around Sam's pistoning cock. Sharing her body with a man she hardly knows has made her orgasm particularly intense. Plus, Sam's cock is a bit bigger than her daddy's, and it feels so good as it pumps her tiny twat.
"Fuck yeah," Sam mutters. As tight as his daughter's pussy is, Rebecca's tender passage grips his organ like a fist. He gives her a last deep thrust before he comes, shooting a big load of his steamy cum into Rebecca's hot little pussy. She gasps when she feels how much spunk he spurts in her tiny twat. As the last drops dribble from Sam's cock, his hips begin to slow. Finally, he pulls out of Rebecca's well-used cunt.
"Lemme clean you, sweetie," Ashley says after her daddy climbs off of the little girl. She kneels between Rebecca's legs and licks the semen that drips from her hairless slit.
"Mmmmm...that feels good," Rebecca says. She hopes that maybe she and Ashley could play together some more. | null | Part III | Authors/anais_ninja/ptm/algg03.txt |
123,415 | Anais Ninja | A Daddy's Guide to Loving Your Daughter | Your special little girl is now on her way to becoming a woman. As puberty hits and various hormones are released, her sex drive will hit overdrive. It's not uncommon for a girl this age to crave six or more orgasms a day, especially if you started her at an early age. You won't be able to satisfy all of her urges, so make sure she has plenty of batteries for her toys. This is a situation where it's good to have boys in the house, whether older or younger than her. Your special little girl will want to keep all the men in the house happy.
Candy is a sexy twelve-year-old girl. She loves to make her daddy Carl feel good, as well as her two teenage brothers, Joey and Bud. Along with her six-year-old sister, Kacey, Candy makes sure all the men in her family are satisfied. Candy craves the feeling of hard man meat filling her tender pussy, and today her wishes are going to be fulfilled.
"Your cock is growing so nicely," Candy says as she licks her brother Bud's penis. He's fourteen now, but Candy first sucked his cock when she was four and he was six.
"Thanks, sis," Bud says. He stretches out next to her on their daddy's bed and parts her thighs. Then Bud dips his head and probes his sister's hairless slit with his tongue.
"Get 'er nice and wet, son," Carl says. A burly man with a beer belly, he watches his son and daughter lick each other on the bed. His little girl Kacey stands next to him, simultaneously stroking her daddy's cock and her big brother Joey's hard member.
"Fluff me, Kacey," Joey says. Kacey smiles and bends over to take her brother's cock into her warm little mouth.
"Mmmmm...mmmm...mmmm...mmmmmph..." Candy's moans are stifled by Bud's smooth young penis. He's lashing her clit with his tongue, making her tremble as her pleasure grows. She's ravishing his hard teen cock like a pro, bathing it with her tongue as she strokes his shaft and fondles his balls. Then she releases his member from her mouth with a loud slurp.
"I want you in me," Candy says. "Fuck me, Bud."
"Okay, sis," he says, using her pink cotton panties to wipe her face. He crawls around and kneels between Candy's legs. Then Bud mounts his sister's tender body. She reaches for his glistening cock and guides it into her hungry pussy.
"Mmmmmm..." Candy moans as her brother sinks his hard teen tool into her tender twat. Right from the start, Bud pumps her tight pussy hard and fast. Candy wraps her legs around her brother's waist, rocking her hips and meeting his thrusts.
"Fuck 'er good, son," Carl says as he watches Bud bang his daughter. Now his special little girl Kacey is licking and sucking his fat prick. His oldest son Joey is kneeling next to her. Kacey's pretty white panties are down around her thighs and Joey is fingering her plump little pussy.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Candy lets out a rhythmic series of moans as her brother pounds her hungry hole. Her tiny little titties jiggle on her chest as Bud pumps her tight little twat with his hard young cock. As her pleasure grows, she begins to tremble and moan louder. But just as she's about to lose it, Bud groans and buries his throbbing tool in her tender pussy.
"Ah, shit," he mutters as he comes, spurting his hot teen spunk in his sister's tight passage.
"It's okay, Bud," Candy says. "That felt nice." She loves the feeling of her brothers' hot cum inside her.
"I'll get you off, sis," Joey says. As Bud pulls out of his sister, Joey is there to take his place. He sinks his thick cock into Candy's bald pussy and begins to thrust with long, slow strokes.
"Mmmmmm...that feels so good," Candy coos. She slowly rocks her pretty bottom, matching her brother's rhythm. As Joey pumps his sister's needy slit, his penis churns up his brother's spunk, creating a froth that coats his pistoning cock. Candy loves it when her brother fucks her nice and slow, and she starts to gasp and writhe beneath him.
"Uhh...uhhh...uhhh...uhhhhh..." Candy begins to moan as Joey increases the speed of his thrusts. He's been fucking his pretty little sister since she was just six and he was ten, too young to ejaculate. After all these years, he knows just what it takes to get her off: start slow and steady and gradually build up a head of steam.
"That's it, Joey," Carl says as he watches his son pump Candy's hot little hole. "Make 'er come for me." Kacey is licking her daddy's cock like a lollipop, keeping him hard, while Bud kneels next to her, caressing her round little bottom and fingering her hairless slit.
"Uhhhhh...Jooooeeeyyy...yessss...yesssss..." Candy is bucking and thrashing underneath her brother. Joey's now pounding her hungry hole, making her budding breasts jiggle and bounce. Suddenly she convulses and cries out, digging her fingers into her brother's back. As she comes, her pussy spasms around her brother's pistoning pole, squeezing it tightly. Joey lets out a grunt, buries his thick teen tool in Candy's pulsating passage, and erupts, spurting his hot spunk into her tight hole. She gasps when she feels her brother's cum gush inside her.
"Mmmmm...that was nice," Candy says.
"Thanks, sis," Joey says, leaning down to kiss his sister on the lips. He slowly pulls his softening cock out of Candy's messy hole.
"Your turn, Daddy," Candy says, holding out her arms. As much as she likes the feeling of her brothers' young cocks, it's her daddy's thick tool that she loves the best.
"Comin', sweetie," Carl says. He pats little Kacey on the head and walks over to the bed. Candy spreads her legs for her daddy, showing him her leaky slit. Carl gets into bed and stretches out on his daughter, stuffing his fat prick into her spermy hole.
"Oooooh...Daddy..." Candy moans as Carl sinks his thick penis into her tender passage. His glistening shaft stretches her hairless labia, filling her narrow channel. Candy wraps her arms and legs around her daddy's burly form, clinging to his beer belly.
"Damn, I love your sweet little pussy," Carl mutters as he begins to thrust. Candy is all but immobilized by her daddy's weight, but she rocks her pelvis as he pumps her hungry hole. Little by little, Carl builds up a head of steam, plunging his glistening cock in and out of her tender twat.
"Uhhh...Daddy...uhhh...uhhhh..." Candy's moaning grows louder as Carl's fat prick slides in and out of her tight pussy. She's hugging her daddy tightly as he starts to pound her messy snatch. She begins to tremble and shake beneath her daddy as her pleasure grows.
"Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh..." On the carpet next to the bed, Kacey is sandwiched between her brothers, lying on her side as they ravish her pussy and ass with their tongues. Bud is lashing her tiny clit while Joey licks her little anus, making her moan and writhe between them. She hasn't pleasured them with her pussy and bottom like her sister, but it's only a matter of time. Now she's getting her reward for being a good little fluff girl and making her daddy and brother nice and hard for Candy's hungry hole.
"Uhhhhhh...uhhhhhh...Daaaddddyyy...uhhhhhh..." Candy calls her daddy's name when she comes, her whole body wracked with orgasmic tremors. Carl is pumping his daughter's spasming pussy hard and fast now, eager for his own release. His arms are wrapped around Candy's quivering body, hips rocking back and forth, taking his pleasure in his daughter's tight cunt. With a loud groan, Carl buries his fat prick deep inside her tender hole and erupts, spurting a massive amount of his hot, thick cum into his daughter's needy pussy.
"Mmmmmm...Daddy..." Candy loves it when her daddy pumps her pussy full of his steamy spunk. Carl's hips begin to slow to a halt.
"You're a sweet ride, baby," he says, giving his special little girl a tender kiss.
"Thank you, Daddy," Candy says. She's a happy girl now, with three loads of cum in her pussy.
Your lovely daughter is growing up now. Her hips and bottom are filling out, her breasts are beginning to develop, and you may even find a few sparse hairs on her mons and labia. Now she might become self-conscious about her blossoming body. It's important for you to be caring and supportive of your special little girl as she goes through these changes. Tell her how lovely she looks, not just with words but with your hands. Take the time to caress and cuddle your daughter. It will reassure her that you'll always be there for her, no matter how much her body changes.
As mentioned above, your daughter's nipples will be very sensitive as her breasts begin to bud. They'll begin to grow larger, both in width and height. Too much stimulation will border on the painful, so use a light touch when you fondle or tongue her breasts and nipples.
Pubescent girls are very self-conscious about their budding breasts, so take pains to tell your special little girl how lovely they look. Offer to rub lotions or creams into her tiny titties. It's an activity both of you can enjoy.
Brenda is a lovely twelve-year-old girl whose breasts are just beginning to bud. Every night, her daddy Brandon rubs lotion into her tiny titties. Brenda and her daddy have been playing together since she was just four years old, and they have a close and loving relationship.
"Daddy!" Brenda calls out from her bedroom. "Will you put lotion on my boobies?"
"Sure, princess," her daddy replies. He enters his daughter's bedroom, dressed in a bathrobe. As he takes a seat on the edge of his special little girl's bed, Brenda hands him the bottle of lotion. This nightly ritual is a special time for both of them.
"Daddy, can we do it like we did last Saturday night?" Brenda asks as she slips her little nightie over her head.
"Of course, sweetie," Brandon says.Brenda climbs out of bed and kneels at his feet, untying her daddy's bathrobe. His penis is half-hard in anticipation. Brenda leans in and takes his cock in her warm mouth, bathing the tip with her tongue and making her daddy's penis harden. Once he's erect and throbbing, he shrugs his robe off of his shoulder.
"I like doing it this way," Brenda says as she skins off her little yellow cotton panties. She climbs onto her daddy's lap and guides his glistening member into her moist little pussy. As she settles down on Brandon's thick member, he uncaps the bottle of lotion and squirts some on his palms. After rubbing his hands together, he cups Brenda's tiny breast buds.
"Mmmmmm...that feels so nice," Brenda says. She loves her daddy's gentle touch on her puffy little nipples. As Brandon rubs the lotion into his daughter's tiny top, she slowly glides up and down on his thick penis.
"Your boobies are coming along nicely," Brandon says. Though they're not much more than little lumps surmounted by puffy nipples, he's delighted by his daughter's tiny titties. Both daddy and daughter love their nightly lotion time together.
"Uhhh...Daddy...uhhh...uhhh..." Brenda moans softly as her daddy gently rubs her nipples with his fingers. She rocks her bottom back and forth as she slides up and down on Brandon's glistening cock. Then he leans in and takes one of her puffy nipples between his lips, flicking his tongue over her sensitive nubbin. He moves his lotion-covered hands to her bottom, guiding her movements on his thick tool.
"Uhhhh...so good...uhhhh...uhhhhh..." Brenda's moaning grows louder as she moves up and down on her daddy's big penis. Her hot little pussy grips his member tightly. Brandon begins to rock his hips, matching her rhythm as he pumps her tender twat.
"Uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhhh...uhhhhhng!" When Brandon probes his special little girl's tight bottom with a slippery finger, it sends her over the edge. She stiffens and arches her back, crying out with pleasure as she comes. Her pussy muscles ripple around her daddy's thick cock, clenching around it involuntarily. Brandon wraps his arms around his orgasmic little girl and buries his throbbing member in her spasming hole. With a groan, he erupts in her tight pussy, spurting thick gobs of his creamy spunk.
"Mmmmm...yessss..." Brenda moans when she feels her daddy shoot his load inside her hungry hole. She loves the feeling of warmth that spreads through her pussy, and she'll go to sleep satisfied, with a pussy full of her daddy's sperm."Babycakes," Dean murmurs. "I love your hot little ass."
B Preparations
Now, more than ever, you need to pamper and indulge your special little girl. Though she'll be as eager to please you as ever, you'll need to make sure that her pleasure is first and foremost. Her orgasms will be more intense than ever, so be sure that she has at least one every time you play together. If your play includes your male children, make your daughter the center of your activities.
Your blossoming daughter will want to wear sexier clothing for you. Even if you still love to see her in the simple cotton panties she wore when she was younger, it's time to let her bloom into the woman she will soon become. Girls of this age want to wear lacy bras, not plain cotton training bras, and racy thongs instead of cotton briefs with cartoon character prints. Indulge her wishes, because she only wants to look sexy for her beloved daddy.
Tanya is a lovely 12-year-old girl. Chuck, her daddy, loves her very much and enjoys buying her pretty panties and training bras. Her breasts are just beginning to bud, and to celebrate her blossoming body, Chuck has bought his daughter her first real bra. Tanya, who's been playing with her daddy since she was four, loves to model her pretty underwear for her daddy.
"It's beautiful, Daddy," Tanya says, showing off her lacy pink bralet and matching thong. "Thank you so much."
"You look so sexy, princess," Chuck says. He's seated on the living room couch in his boxers, his hard cock tenting the front of his shorts. "There's more in the box."
"Ooooh...these are so pretty," Tanya says, fishing out a skimpy black lace thong from the carton. Chuck ordered a bunch of pretty undies for his special little girl from Pleasers.com. As he watches his daughter remove her bralet and panties and step into the tiny black thong, he rubs his cock through his shorts.
"Sweet," he says as Tanya shows off her skimpy panties. The lacy front barely covers her hairless pussy, and the back is little more than a strip of lace that bisects the perfect globes of her bottom. Tanya moves closer to the couch so her daddy can caress her soft ass.
"Mmmmm...that feels nice," she says. Then she returns to the box, rummaging through it and pulling out panty after panty.
"Try those on," Chuck says. Tanya is holding a pair of white cotton bikini panties with a dainty pink lace trim. She's disappointed at first, since she thinks she's too old for the cotton panties of a little girl. But when she reads what's printed on the panties, a grin spreads across her face.
"'Daddy's Little Panty Girl'," she giggles.
"Read the back," Chuck says. Tanya turns the pretty panties over.
"'I Love My Daddy's Cock'," she says, reading the printing on the back. "Well, it's true." Tanya takes off the thong she's wearing and puts on the pretty cotton bikini panties. Then she notices that there's a lace-trimmed slit in the crotch that allows access to her tender holes.
"Thank you, Daddy," Tanya says, walking over to the couch. "I love my new panties. They make me feel so sexy."
"You look lovely in them," Chuck says, reaching out to touch the slit in the crotch of her panties. He probes her hairless cleft, feeling how moist she is.
"I get so wet showing you my pretty new panties," Tanya says. She straddles her daddy, reaching down to fish his hardness out of his boxer shorts. She parts the slit in her panty crotch and aims her daddy's penis at her moist sex, lowering herself down until his cockhead penetrates her tight passage. Tanya slowly settles down on her daddy's penis.
"My pretty little panty girl," Chuck says as his daughter's wet pussy envelops his hard meat. He cups Tanya's panty-clad tush, guiding her movement as she begins to slowly ride his cock. Tanya leans forward, offering a puffy nipple for her daddy to suckle.
"Oh...oh...oh...oh..." Tanya lets out a series of soft gasps as she slides up and down on her daddy's thick tool. She wraps her arms around his neck, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her nipple and his big cock inside her tender hole. Chuck runs his hands over his daughter's pantied bottom as it moves up and down.
"Ohhh...ahhh...Daddy...ahhhh..." Modeling her pretty new panties for her daddy always makes Tanya quite horny, and she loves to thank him afterwards, pleasuring him with her mouth, pussy, or ass. Her own pleasure grows as she rides her daddy's fat prick, making her tremble and moan. Chuck releases his daughter's nipple from his lips, looking down to watch his glistening cock disappear into his daughter's hairless slit. Dainty pink lace frames her bald pussy lips, stretched wide by Chuck's thick shaft. His hands roam over her panty-covered bottom and he notices that the slit in the crotch goes all the way back to her tight little tush.
"Uhhhhh...ahhhh...ohhhhh...ahhhh..." Tanya moans loudly as she bounces up and down on her daddy's big cock. When she feels his finger probing her tiny anus, it sends her over the edge. She suddenly stiffens and arches her back before convulsing, falling forward against Chuck's broad chest. He wraps his arms around his daughter and pumps her spasming pussy with his hard meat. Tanya cries out with pleasure as she comes, her whole body quivering with orgasmic tremors. Her tender passage clenches around her daddy's pistoning cock, gripping it like a fist. Chuck lets out a groan and buries his fat prick in his daughter's pulsating pussy, spurting thick gobs of his hot love juice into her tight hole. Tanya moans when she feels her daddy's cock erupt inside her tiny twat.
"Oooooh...Daddy," she coos. "You squirted a lot of cum in me."
C Activities
Now is the time to add a little spice to your sexy games together. Don't be afraid to get a bit kinky with your special little girl. You've raised a loving, adventurous daughter and, chances are, she's up for anything short of pain or humiliation. A little light bondage, some new toys, sexy lingerie, and fantasy role playing will help keep your sexy games feeling fresh and new.
1 Manual
There's more you can do with your hands than rub a clit or stroke a penis. Your special little girl is old enough to appreciate a sensuous massage. Start with her feet and work your way up, avoiding her private parts so she'll squirm with anticipation. Lovingly caress her breasts and bottom before zeroing in on her lovely pussy. As you finger her swollen clit, kiss and suckle her budding breasts. It'll drive her wild with passion and desire.
If your daughter wants to return the favor, relax and enjoy it. You'll love the feeling of her soft hands on your back and legs. When you roll over and reveal your erection, she won't be able to resist giving her daddy a "happy ending" with massage oil covered hands.
Miranda and her daddy Max are taking a long car trip together. She's 13 years old, with a pretty face and a pair of perky little breasts. Ever since she was 3 years old, she'd amuse herself on these long trips by playing with her pussy. She'd even cut a hole in her panties so she can touch herself easier.
"Uhhhh...mmmmm...uhhhh...uhhhh..." Miranda moans softly as she diddles herself. She likes to use both hands, rubbing her clit with two fingers while she squeezes her tits or fingers her pussy with the other hand. Max is finding it hard to keep his eyes on the road. Every few seconds, he glances over at his pretty daughter.
"I gotta pull over," he mutters, pulling off the state road and parking behind an abandoned gas station.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" Miranda asks.
"You're driving me wild," he says. Max puts the car in park and reaches over, slipping his hand under his daughter's miniskirt. As his fingers find her swollen clit, Miranda pulls up her t-shirt and bra, freeing her pert little breasts.
"Mmmmm...Daddy..." Miranda pinches her puffy nipples as her daddy rubs her secret pearl. Though she'd love for her daddy to lick her down there or stuff his big cock in her hungry hole, they're in a sports car with only two bucket seats. There will be time to enjoy each other later, when they check into a motel, but for now she'll have to settle for some quick manual relief.
"Uhhhh...uhhhnnn...uhhhh...uhhhhh..." Miranda moans as her daddy frigs her pearly clit. Now he leans over and clamps his lips around one of her nipples. Miranda uses her free hand to reach over into her daddy's lap. First she squeezes the bulge in his pants, then she unzips his fly and fishes out his cock. As Max fingers his daughter's damp pussy, Miranda starts to stroke her daddy's throbbing tool.
"Uhhhh...Dadddy...yesss...oh, yessss..." For the last 30 miles, Miranda has been fingering her slit, bringing herself to the brink of an orgasm and then backing off. Now, thanks to her daddy's finger, the floodgates begin to open and waves of pleasure spill over her lissome body. She trembles in her seat, her perky little breasts heaving. All of a sudden she lets out a sharp cry and strains against the seatbelt. Max keeps rubbing his daughter's clit until she has to push his hand away.
"Mmmmm...that was good," Miranda whispers. "Jeez, you're so hard." She strokes her daddy's cock the way he likes it, with short, quick strokes.
"Mmmm, yeah," Max murmurs. "Jerk that prick, baby."
"I love your cock so much, Daddy," Miranda coos. "Come for me. Come for me, Daddy."
"Here it comes, baby," he says. Miranda unbuckles her seatbelt, leans over the seat, and wraps her lips around her daddy's cockhead just in time to catch the first spurt of his hot semen. She milks her daddy's penis with her fingers, swallowing every drop of his creamy spunk. Miranda doesn't waste a bit. She's been drinking her daddy's loads since she was 6, though lately she likes when he shoots on her tiny titties.
"I love your cum, Daddy," Miranda says. "But I'm still hungry.""Let's get some lunch then," Max says, putting the car in gear.
2 Oral
Your special little girl loves nothing more than to have her pussy licked by her beloved daddy. Her clitoris should now be more prominent when she is aroused, swelling in response to your tongue. Some girls are too sensitive down there for direct stimulation, however circling her clit with your tongue should have the desired effect. A good tongue lashing, along with fingers or a toy in her pussy or bottom, is guaranteed to make her climax. If your daughter is multi-orgasmic, keep licking until she pulls back or pushes your head away.
Your daughter will love to suck you almost as much as she loves getting head. Pubescent girls are proud of the effect that they have on a man, making his penis hard and making him come. You'll find that she looks up at you a lot more often, interested in how much you enjoy her mouth on your hard member. She'll come to crave your spunk, hungrily swallowing it or aiming your penis at her face or breasts when you come. Seeing her rub your cum into her budding breasts is a very sexy sight.
Now that your daughter has grown taller, the sixty-nine position should be much more comfortable. You're probably too big to be on top, but you can still give each other oral pleasure either side-by-side or with her on top. Don't forget that she'll love gentle caresses while you lick her lovely pussy.
Trina is a pretty twelve-year-old girl who's been playing with Roman, her daddy, since she was six years old. One of the things they love to do together is to give each other oral pleasure. Today they're going to try a new trick. Trina and her daddy love to sixty-nine, but she's never been on top before.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," Trina says as she stretches out on top of her daddy. She kisses his hard cock from the root to the tip.
"Scoot back a little, sweetie," Roman says. Trina moves back a bit. Roman's head is supported by a pair of pillows, and now her hairless pussy is touching her daddy's lips.
"Mmmmmm...I love it when you eat me, Daddy," Trina coos. Roman's tongue is probing her bald cleft, seeking out her swelling clit. Trina gives her daddy's big cock a tender kiss before parting her lips. She slowly strokes his veiny shaft while she swirls her tongue over his glans. When she was just six, Trina could barely get much more than the tip of her daddy's penis in her mouth. Now that she's older, she can suck half of his thick tool.
"Mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm..." Trina's soft moans are muffled by her daddy's hard meat. Roman is lashing his daughter's clit now, his big hands caressing her soft back and round bottom. Then he starts to probe her juicy snatch with two fingers, sawing them in and out of her tight passage while he licks her pearly clit.
"Mmmmmm...mmmmmmm...mmmmmm...mmmmmph..." As her daddy ravishes her young sex, Trina's moans grow louder. Her tender body begins to tremble and shake as her pleasure grows. While her daddy licks her succulent slit, Trina hungrily gobbles his fat knob, slurping loudly as she sucks her daddy's penis.
"Uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhh..." Trina has to remove her daddy's cock from her mouth as her release nears. She's shuddering and shaking as her pleasure grows, and she's afraid of grazing him with her teeth when she comes. As Roman feasts on his daughter's fresh young pussy, Trina licks his veiny cock and shaved balls. Then Roman does something that he knows will push his daughter over the edge. Using a fingertip moistened with her pussy juices, Roman presses against Trina's puckered anus, penetrating her tight tush. It works like a charm. Trina convulses on top of her daddy, quivering and shaking as her body is wracked with orgasmic spasms. She cries out with pleasure as she comes, rocking her hips back and forth. Roman lashes his daughter's clit relentlessly until she scoots forward, away from his probing tongue.
"Mmmmm...that was great, Daddy," she says before pouncing on her daddy's throbbing tool. She licks and sucks his fat penis greedily, hungry for a taste of her daddy's cum. It isn't long in coming. With a grunt, Roman erupts in his daughter's warm mouth, spurting thick gouts of his hot spunk down her throat. Trina hungrily swallows her daddy's steamy load. It took a while for her to get used to the taste of semen, but now she loves it.
3 Penetration
As your special little girl's pussy matures, it will be able to withstand harder, faster, and deeper thrusts. As always, let her be the guide to how vigorously you pump her tender passage. Digging her heels into your back is a sure sign that your daughter wants you to pound her pussy hard.
The positions you use should become more varied. Girls in this age range are quite limber, especially if they've had gymnastics training. Don't restrict yourself to missionary, doggie, and cowgirl. One very enjoyable position is to take her from behind while you both lie on your sides. This leaves your hands free to fondle her budding breasts or stimulate her clitoris. It's a good position for a long, slow screw.
Anal penetration is usually done doggie style or with your special little girl lying flat on her tummy. But it doesn't have to be that way all the time. Try the cowgirl position, with your daughter sitting on your cock. Or have her kneel in a chair or on a couch while you pump her tight tush. She can even lie on her back with her legs up in the air or resting on your shoulders. Even though doggie might be the most comfortable position for anal sex, most of the other positions work as well.
Twelve-year-old Tara and her daddy Ben are playing a game called "Three Holes for Daddy". They've been playing this since Tara was seven and first took her daddy's penis in her tight little tush. Right now, Ben is getting his daughter ready to play by licking her succulent slit. Tara's lying on his bed while her daddy kneels next to it, her lithe legs resting on his shoulders.
"Ahhhh...ahhhh...Daddy...yessss..." Tara moans and writhes on the bed as her daddy lashes her clit with his tongue. Ben likes to lick his special little girl's hairless pussy, and he loves to see her come. He keeps ravishing her delicious young twat until she twists away from his tongue.
"That felt so good, Daddy," Tara says. Her face is flushed and her budding breasts are heaving. Once she's caught her breath, she rolls over on her tummy across the bed. Ben gets up from the carpet and stands next to the bed, his hard cock bobbing with his heartbeat. He offers his cock to his daughter and she readily accepts it, enveloping it with her warm little mouth.
"Mmmmm..." Tara loves to suck her daddy's member, something she first did when she was just four years old. She ravishes his tool like a porn star, tilting her head this way and that while she strokes his shaft and fondles his balls. Soon Ben's penis is glistening with saliva. Tara releases it from her mouth with a loud slurp.
"I want you in me, Daddy," Tara says. She gets up on her hands and knees, wiggling her pretty bottom. Ben doesn't need to be asked twice. He places the tip of his cock to the entrance of his daughter's juicy cunt. Holding her slender hips, he pushes forward, sinking his thick tool into Tara's hungry hole.
"Oooooh...Daddy..." Tara coos with delight as her daddy's penis fills her tender passage. She pushes back with her hips, eager to take all of her daddy's hard meat. When Ben broke his daughter's cherry, she was only six years old and could take just a few inches of his big organ inside her young pussy. Now that she's older, she can take almost all of his hardness in her tender hole.
"You feel so damn tight, Tara," Ben says as he starts to thrust.
"I've been doing my exercises," Tara says. "The ones in the 'Little Girl's Guide'." She tightens her kegel muscles around her daddy's cock, making her pussy even tighter for him.
"Keep that up and it'll be 'Two Holes for Daddy' tonight," he says. Ben slowly pumps his daughter's juicy hole, savoring the delicious friction of Tara's tight twat. Tara rocks back and forth on her hands and knees, meeting her daddy's long thrusts. She reaches between her legs and rubs her swollen clit.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Tara lets out a soft gasp every time her daddy's penis bottoms out in her tender passage. Soon her gasps become moans, and she starts to tremble and shake. Ben is pumping her pussy a little faster now, knowing that his daughter is close to another climax. He bends over and cups her tiny titties, rubbing her nipples with his palms as he bangs her juicy slit.
"Ahhhhh...ahhhhh...Dadddyyy...ahhhhh..." Tara's moans get louder as her daddy starts to pound her delicious snatch. She furiously rubs her pearly clit, teetering on the edge of her orgasm. Suddenly, she shudders and arches her back, crying out with pleasure as she comes. Her hungry pussy spasms around Ben's pistoning cock, squeezing it tightly.
"Oh, shit," Ben mutters. He's about to lose it and blow his load in his daughter's pussy, thus losing the game. But he manages to hold back until Tara falls forward, off of his cock. After Tara rolls on to her back and lifts her legs, Ben grabs a tube of lubricant and squirts some on his daughter's tiny anus. He works it into her tight little hole with his finger, then he applies some to his cock.
"Put it in my tush, Daddy," Tara says. "Make me your tushy slut."
"You're my anal angel," Ben says as he mounts his special little girl. He presses the tip of his slippery cock against his daughter's tight anus and pushes. Tara gasps when the mushroom head of his penis pops through the tight ring of her rectum. Slowly, he stuffs her bottom with his hard meat.
"Uhhhhhh..." Tara moans as her daddy slowly fills her tight tush with his thick tool.She loves to please her daddy, and she knows how much he enjoys putting his cock in her supple bottom. Ben holds his daughter's legs up as he sinks his member into her tiny anus. Once he's balls deep in his daughter's ass, he starts to thrust in and out. By the rules of the game, he has to give Tara's tight tush at least ten strokes or else he loses. Ben makes it to seven before erupting in his daughter's bottom, flooding it with a great gusher of his steamy cum.
"I win!" she says, happy to have a bottom full of her daddy's cum.
Role-playing can be an exciting way to play with your special little girl. Pubescent girls still like to play make-believe and dress-up, especially if it pleases their daddies. At this age, girls are able to play younger or older roles. Examples of some scenarios are girl scout selling cookies, teenage prostitute, newlywed wife on her wedding night, or a little girl playing with her daddy for the very first time.
Ashley is a lovely twelve-year-old girl. She and her daddy Sam have been playing together since she was five years old. Today she's dressed in a school uniform: white blouse, pleated plaid skirt, knee socks, white cotton panties, and her hair is put up in two pigtails. Her daddy calls her into the living room, where he's seated on the couch.
"Come sit on Daddy's lap, sweetie," Sam says. Ashley, acting bashful, hesitates for a moment before climbing onto her daddy's legs. In the process, the hem of her skirt lifts up, exposing her creamy thighs.
"You wanted to talk to me, Daddy?" Ashley says.
"Yes, princess," Sam responds. "You know that I love you and that you're my special little girl, right?"
"I know, Daddy," Ashley says. "I love you, too."
"Ashley, sweetie," Sam says, "There's a special game I'd like to play with you."
"What kind of game?" Ashley asks.
"It's a game that daddies play with their special little girls," Sam replies. "And it feels really good. Do you like to feel good?"
"Yes, Daddy," Ashley says.
"I know you do," Sam says, putting his hand on her thigh. "I heard you in bed this morning. Do you touch yourself down there?" He moves his hand under the hem of his daughter's skirt, just barely touching her panties.
"Um...y-y-yes, Daddy," Ashley stammers. "I know it's wrong. I'm sorry."
"Oh, sweetie," Sam says. "It's not wrong to make yourself feel good that way."
"It isn't?" she says.
"No, everyone does it," Sam says, pressing his finger against the crotch of her panties. Ashley lets out a soft gasp when she feels her daddy rub her slit.
"Do you do it?" Ashley asks.
"Of course," her daddy replies.
"How?" she asks. When she was five and just starting to play sexy games with her daddy, Ashley had never seen her daddy's penis. It amazed her, mostly because it was much bigger than the only cock she'd seen, that of a neighbor boy who played a game of "Show Me Yours and I'll Show You Mine" behind his family's garage.
"I rub my penis with my hand for a while," Sam says. "Then the good feeling comes and my penis shoots cream."
"Will you show me, Daddy?" Ashley asks.
"I will if I can watch you do it, too," he says. "Take off your school clothes and lie on the couch."
"Okay, Daddy," Ashley says, getting up from her daddy's lap. She unbuttons her blouse and takes off her skirt, standing before her daddy in her knee socks and white cotton bikini panties. Her underpants have a dainty floral print, little rosebuds. Ashley skins off her panties and lies down on the couch. She runs her hands down her tender body, all the way down to her hairless slit. As she does this, Sam takes off his trousers and boxer shorts. His cock is erect and throbbing, and Ashley's eyes go wide when she sees it, just as they did when she was five years old.
"Daddy," she says with amazement. "It's so big!"
"You made it get big," Sam says, "by being such a pretty little girl."
"Really, Daddy?" Ashley says.
"It's the truth," Sam says.
"Show me how you make the good feeling come, Daddy," Ashley says.
"I rub it like this," her daddy says. He wraps his hand around his thick shaft and strokes his erection. As Ashley watches, she rubs her clit with her fingers. Soon she's gasping and rocking her hips.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Ashley is moaning softly as she watches her daddy stroke his fat prick. She enjoys role-playing games with her daddy; they make her feel so sexy and horny. As she fingers her pearly clit, she starts to tremble and moan louder.
"That's it, baby," Sam says as he watches his daughter masturbate. "Come for Daddy. Come for Daddy, baby."
"Uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh..." Ever the obedient daughter, Ashley rubs her clit harder and uses her other hand to poke her juicy hole, sawing her fingers in and out of her tight passage. Watching her daddy jerk off was an endless source of fascination when she was five, and even now seeing him stroke his hard cock makes her feel all gooey down there. She fingers her tight little twat until she convulses on the couch, her tender body wracked with orgasmic spasms.
"Mmmmm..." Ashley moans, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Are you going to make the cream, Daddy?"
"Any minute now, sweetie," Sam says, jerking his throbbing tool with short, quick strokes.
"Will you squirt your cream on my cunny, Daddy?" Ashley asks.
"Okay, baby," he says. Sam kneels on the couch between his daughter's legs. A few strokes later, he groans and starts to spurt his creamy load, right on Ashley's hairless slit. She giggles with glee and rubs his spunk into her bald cleft.
"That feels nice, Daddy," Ashley says. Then she licks her spermy fingers.
"How's it taste, sweetie?" Sam asks.
"A little salty, Daddy," she says. "But I like it."
"That's my special little girl," Sam says proudly. "Let me get another cup of coffee and I'll show you some more games we can play."
"This one was fun, Daddy," Ashley says.
If you have more than one child, your adolescent daughter can help teach the younger ones how to play special games with you. And the older ones can help you keep your daughter satisfied and happy. As mentioned above, once your special little girl reaches this age, her sex drive will skyrocket and you may be hard-pressed to keep up.
Cassie is a horny thirteen-year-old girl. She lives with her daddy, Walt, her fifteen-year-old twin brothers Danny and Dave, and her younger sisters Hayley, 10, and Pammy, who just turned 6. She loves to suck and fuck her daddy and her brothers, and enjoys teaching her little sisters all she knows about making cocks and pussies feel good. Walt and his boys consider themselves lucky to have three horny little nymphets eager to please them.
Today, Cassie is teaching her sisters the fine points of pleasing a penis with their mouths and hands. Walt and the twins are sitting on the edge of the bed while the girls, wearing only their pretty pink cotton panties, kneel at their feet. Each girl has a hardening penis in her hand, gently stroking it to life.
"Okay, it's time to start sucking," Cassie says. "Remember to use a lot of tongue and watch your teeth." She leans in and parts her lips, taking her daddy's penis in her mouth. Hayley does the same with Danny's smooth young cock as does Pammy with Dave's hard teen tool. The three girls hungrily suck and lick Walt's and his boys' meat.
"Very good, Pammy," Dave says. "Just like that." She looks up at her brother with her big, beautiful eyes.
"Feels nice, Hayley," Danny says.
"Looks like you taught them well, Cassie," Walt says, caressing his daughter's soft cheek. "You're a good little cocksucker."
"Thank you, Daddy," Cassie says after releasing his penis from her mouth with a loud slurp. She starts to lick his cock from root to tip. Her sisters, glancing over to watch how Cassie sucks a penis, start to do the same. Then the three girls take the trio of hard members back in their mouths, three heads bobbing above three laps. Hayley and Pammy stroke their brothers' smooth shafts while they bathe the tips with their tongues, just like Cassie showed them. With their other hands, they cup and fondle the boys' balls. The room is filled with the sound of slurping and sucking.
"Fuck," Dave mutters. "Gonna come, Pammy." It's hard to resist her warm little mouth and soft tongue swirling over his smooth young penis. He tries to hold back, but a moment later he erupts in his sister's mouth, spurting his hot teen spunk. Pammy's no stranger to the taste of cum, and she swallows her brother's load.
"Here it comes, Hayley," Danny warns his sister. She nods her head, her lips glued to his throbbing tool. With a groan, he shoots his creamy cum in his little sister's hungry mouth. Cassie has trained her well, and she drinks every drop of his creamy spunk.
"Very good, girls," Walt says proudly. "Now it's time for your feeding, Cassie." He lets out a soft grunt as he ejaculates in his pretty daughter's loving mouth.
"Mmmmm..." Cassie loves the taste of her daddy's spunk. She's been sucking her daddy since she was seven years old, when Hayley was still in diapers. Now he's spurting a massive load of his hot semen in her mouth, and she's swallowing it all like a good little girl. Once he's finished squirting his spunk, she slowly pulls his cock out of her mouth.
"Okay, girls," Walt says. "Panties off. Boys, these pussies aren't going to lick themselves." | null | Part IV | Authors/anais_ninja/www/ptm/adg04.txt |
123,425 | Anais Ninja | A Little Girl's Guide to Love and Pleasure | You're growing up to be a big girl now. Your breasts are getting bigger, as are your hips and bottom. When you're aroused, your pussy gets wet and your clitoris swells. You might even have a few hairs down there. But despite the changes your body is going through, you'll always be your daddy's special little girl.
When you were a little girl, you learned to do the things that big girls did. Now that you're a big girl, it's time to learn some of the special games that grownups like to play. It's sad that some daddies lose interest when their special little girls grow up. But with a little effort and imagination, you can keep making each other feel good.
I Your Growing Body
This is the time when your body goes through a lot of changes. Perhaps they've already started to occur. In a few years, you'll be a grown woman, ready to find a young man and make him a daddy.
A Breasts
The biggest change you'll notice is your budding breasts. They may have started to grow when you were as young as ten years old. First, they're nothing more than pads of fat. Your nipples will grow pointy or puffy and get very sensitive. Most girls enjoy having their little nubbins licked and suckled, and a few can come from just having their nipples stimulated.
Getting your first training bra is a rite of passage every girl goes through. Just as your daddy loves to see you in your prettiest panties, he'll love it if you wear an adorable little bra. And just as he enjoyed taking off your pretty panties, your daddy will enjoy taking off your lovely little bra so he can play with your budding breasts.
Though your daddy loved his little girl and her flat chest, he'll love his growing girl with her tiny titties. And when they grow bigger, you'll be able to use them to make your daddy feel good. If you're a B cup or larger, you can push your breasts together so that your daddy can slide his penis between them. Squirt a little lotion between your titties and hold them together. Your daddy can now slide his cock up and down between your breasts. This is called a tittyfuck. When your daddy shoots his spunk, you can catch it in your mouth or let him squirt his cream all over your boobs. Be sure to rub his semen into your breasts, since it's good for your skin.
B Vagina
Now your vagina is big enough to take all of your daddy's penis inside it. Though your pussy is not as tight as it was when you were a little girl, you can learn some exercises to make it grip your daddy's cock like a fist. You'll learn more about that below, but first let's discuss some of the changes your vagina is going through.
Along with getting bigger, your pussy is also getting wetter when you're horny. Some girls get so wet that they have to change their panties or wear a pad. It's important to keep your pussy clean for your daddy so it always smells and tastes fresh.
Your clitoris is also getting bigger and more sensitive. You may have noticed how it swells when you get aroused. This is when some girls learn to have more than one orgasm during sex.
Around this time in your life, a sensitive spot inside your vagina starts to develop. This is called the g-spot. When you were a little girl, you may have had to rub your clit in order to have an orgasm when your daddy's penis was in your pussy. Now this spot can give you that special feeling. Taking your daddy's cock inside you will feel much better.
As you start puberty, you'll notice that hair is beginning to grow down there. Though some daddies like to see a few hairs on their daughters' pussies, most daddies like a hairless pussy better. It's time to start shaving, something you can do in the shower.
Just like any other muscle in your body, you can exercise your vaginal muscles. They have a special name - kegels - and learning to control them can make your daddy's penis feel very good. Here's how you do it: the next time you pee, try stopping the flow by bearing down. That's your kegel muscles you're clenching. The more you practice tightening them, the more you'll be able to control them. Not only can you massage your daddy's cock with your pussy, but you might be able to make him hard again after he comes. Daddy will love feeling your pussy tighten around his penis.
C Anus
No matter how much your pussy grows, your anus will always be tight. By now, you may have learned how good it feels to have a toy or your daddy's penis inside your ass. Even though your bottom is still tight, you'll be able to take larger objects inside it.Taking your daddy's cock in your pussy while your tush is filled with a butt plug or vibrator feels really nice.
If you haven't yet enjoyed the pleasure of taking your daddy's penis in your bottom, it's time to start. Your daddy will be glad to help you train your bottom. Starting with a thin anal wand, you can use progressively larger dildos and vibrators until you're able to take your daddy's cock in your ass. The keys are patience and plenty of lubricant.
Trina is a lovely twelve-year-old girl who loves her handsome daddy Roman. She'll do anything to make him happy. Trina has been making her daddy feel good with her mouth and pussy since she was six years old. Now that she's seen movies of women pleasing men with their tight bottoms, she wants to try that, too.
Roman has piled pillows on his bed for his special little girl. She lays on the stack face down, with her pretty bottom up in the air. As a vibrator hums away in her tight little pussy, Roman prepares his daughter's tush for her anal training.
"Ready, honey?" he asks her as he finishes applying lubricating jelly to her tight anus.
"Yes, Daddy," she says. Trina is enjoying her anal training. This is her third night, and she looks forward to having a mind-blowing orgasm.
"Here we go, baby," Roman says. He presses the tip of a lubricated anal wand into her bottom, slowly sinking the vibrating toy into her hot little ass. The vibrations from the wand in her tush and the dong in her pussy send waves of pleasure through Trina's tender body.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh..." As her daddy slides the two toys in and out of her tight holes, Trina begins to moan. She pushed back with her hips, meeting each stroke. As she imagines her daddy's veiny cock pumping her tight bottom, Trina's pleasure begins to grow.
"Let's try a bigger one," Roman says. He removes the wand and selects a thicker vibrator. After applying lube to the toy, he slowly slides it into Trina's tight ass. Trina begins to tremble as her daddy pumps her hot little bottom with the vibe.
"Uhhh...ahhh...uhhhh...uhhhh..." Trina's moaning louder as her daddy stimulates her tender holes. She has her hands between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit. Trina rocks her hips, enjoying the feeling of two vibrators sliding in and out of her tender passages.
"You're ready for this one now," Roman says as he squirts lubricant on a third vibrator. This one is bigger and shaped like a penis, nearly as thick as his own cock. Trina gasps as the head pops through the tight ring of muscle inside her anus. As her daddy manipulates the vibe in her bottom, stretching her tight holes, Trina imagines what it would be like to have two cocks inside her. She's seen the way her uncle Marco looks at her, and she wonders what it would be like to play with him and her daddy.
"Uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh..." The thought of pleasing two penises at the same time is a potent trigger. Trina begins to shudder and shake on the pile of pillows. Her daddy is pumping her hot little holes with the two vibrators, and waves of pleasure are coursing through her tender body. All of a sudden Trina stiffens and arches her back. Roman can feel her pussy and ass clench around the two toys as she comes. Trina's orgasm seems to go on forever, making her quiver and cry out.
"Dadddddyyyy...Daddddyyyy..." Trina calls out her daddy's name as she climaxes, and Roman knows that she's had enough. He turns off the vibes and eases them out of his special little girl's tender passages. He's been looking forward to plunging his cock into her buttery bottom for quite some time now.
"You're almost ready, sweetheart," he says as he caresses her soft cheeks. "One more night."
"I can't wait to feel you in my tushy, Daddy," Trina says.Andy is going to town on his daughter's hot little pussy, lashing her swollen clit while he fingers her tight passage.
"Uhhh...oh, Daddy...oh, Daddy...yessss..." Katie releases her daddy's cock so she can give voice to her pleasure. Her body starts to shake from head to toe. Her daddy relentlessly licks her juicy twat, making Katie come hard. He keeps it up until she can't take anymore, twisting away from his probing tongue. Then she pounces on his penis, hungrily licking and sucking it. Now Andy can concentrate on his own pleasure. Katie ravishes his penis with her soft lips and warm tongue until she can feel his cock start to twitch. She's been pleasing her daddy with her mouth since she was six and she knows when he's about to come. Katie clamps her lips around the head and uses both hands to stroke his shaft. This never fails to make her daddy come. He lets out a satisfied sigh and begins to shoot his hot load of steamy spunk in Katie's warm mouth.
"Mmmmm..." Katie loves making her daddy come and now she gets her creamy reward. As her daddy spurts his baby batter in her mouth, she swallows every drop, milking his cock with her hands.
Now that your pussy is growing, getting wetter, and your g-spot is developing, your daddy's penis should feel really nice inside you. And with practice controlling your kegel muscles, it'll feel amazing to your daddy. Once you've mastered the technique of contracting your muscles around your daddy's cock, you'll always have a pussy full of his cream to keep it warm.
Trying out new positions and locations is always fun. Try lying in bed like spoons, with your thigh up. Have your daddy enter you from behind. This position is good for a nice long screw, and your daddy's hands will be free to play with your titties or rub your clit.
Another position good for long, slow screws is a variation of the cowgirl position. Start off on top of your daddy, riding his cock. Instead of folding your legs under you, stretch them out in front of you. Then have your daddy sit up and use his thighs to bounce you up and down. This is a good position if you like to kiss while you ride your daddy's penis or if he likes to fondle your budding breasts.
You don't have to limit your special games to bed or even the bedroom. Try different places around your house, like the shower or the living room couch. Playing outside is fun, too. Try doing it on the lawn or in the pool if you have one.
Tanya is a blossoming twelve-year-old girl. She and her daddy, Chuck, have been playing sexy games together since she was four. Tanya loves to make her daddy happy, and he enjoys taking his pleasure in her mouth, pussy, and ass. They live together in a big house with a pool in the backyard.
One of Tanya's favorite things to do is to play in the pool with her daddy. She likes to make him horny by swimming topless. Chuck loves her tiny budding breasts. He can't get enough of them, and every chance he gets he licks and sucks her puffy little nipples. Now Chuck is chasing his special little girl around the pool, trying to untie her pretty bikini bottoms. It's a sexy game they like to play.
"Can't catch me, Daddy!" Tanya sings. She's a good swimmer and she manages to evade her daddy by diving underwater. But just as she's about to surface, her daddy catches her ankle. He pulls her closer and gets his hands on the strings securing her bikini bottom. A minute later he has her swimsuit off.
"You win, Daddy," Tanya says. She wraps her legs around him and rubs her hairless pussy against his hard cock. Playing this game makes both of them very horny.
"What do I get for winning?" Chuck asks. He cups her lovely bottom in his hands.
"Me, Daddy," Tanya says, giggling.
"I'll take that," Chuck says. He reaches down and guides his stiff penis into his special little girl's tiny twat.
"Mmmmmm...Daddy..." Tanya loves the feeling of her daddy's hard cock in her pussy. She starts to rock her hips, sliding up and down on his thick tool. Water resistance makes it hard to move fast, but Tanya and her daddy don't mind. They love to screw nice and slow. As Tanya pleasures her daddy's penis with her pussy, Chuck tilts his head and suckles her puffy nipples.
"Oh...oh...oh...oh..." With every thrust of her daddy's thick cock in her tender passage, Tanya lets out a soft gasp. Chuck has her round little bottom in his hands, guiding her movements up and down. Tanya feels nearly weightless in the water. She holds on to her daddy's shoulders as he pumps her tight twat with his fat prick.
"Ohhhh...ahhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhnnn..." Tanya moans as her daddy's cock plunges in and out of her hot little pussy. She begins to tremble and shake as her pleasure grows. Chuck is thrusting as fast as the water will allow, savoring the feeling of his pretty little girl's pussy gripping his thick shaft. He squeezes her cheeks and starts to probe her tight bottom with his finger. Tanya loves it when her daddy plays with her tush, and this sends her over the edge. Her tender body stiffens and shakes, and she cries out with pleasure. Tanya's hot little pussy spasms around her daddy's cock as she comes. He gives her pulsating passage a couple of deep thrusts before erupting inside her hungry hole. Tanya moans when she feels her daddy spurt his hot spunk, filling her pussy with his love juice.
"Ooooh...Daddy..." Tanya wraps her arms around her daddy and hugs him tightly. It's a perfect day, warm and sunny, and now she has a pussy full of her daddy's cream.
With puberty comes your monthly period, though that doesn't mean that you and your daddy can't have fun together. Some daddies don't mind the mess that comes with menstrual sex. But if he does, you can make him feel good with your mouth, hands, or your bottom.
Many daddies love to lick their special little girls' bottoms. It feels so nice when your daddy rims your tight sphincter. It's just as important to make sure your bottom is as clean for him as your pussy. Using baby wipes are a good way to make sure you'll taste nice and fresh for your daddy.
Thanks to her anal training, twelve-year-old Trina is able to take her daddy's cock in her tight little bottom. Even better, they've asked her uncle Marco to join them in playing their special games. Now Trina has two strong, handsome men to play with.
"My beautiful niece," Marco says. She's just taken off her white cotton training bra and he's fondling her little nubbins. Roman, Trina's daddy, has his hands in her cotton bikini panties, fingering her hairless slit. Then he slowly pulls down her pretty panties.
"I'm going to make both of you feel so good," Trina says as she steps out of her underpants. She kneels at the feet of her daddy and uncle and takes both of their hard cocks in her hands. Both penises are weeping clear precum, and Trina can't resist licking the tips. First she takes her daddy's cock in her mouth and sucks it before switching to her uncle's thick member. Roman smiles proudly at his special little girl. Now she's about to experience her first double penetration.
"I want Uncle Marco in my pussy, Daddy," Trina says. "And I want you in my tushy."
"Whatever you want, princess," Roman says. After Marco climbs into bed and lays down on his back, Trina straddles his hips. She reaches down and guides her uncle's thick tool into her hungry pussy. Trina leans forward to allow her daddy to pour some lubricating jelly between the perfect globes of her ass. He works the lube into her tiny anus with his finger, then he squirts some jelly on the head of his cock. Roman kneels behind his daughter and presses the slippery tip of his member against Trina's tight tush.
"Uhhhhhh..." Trina moans as her daddy's penis fills her hot little bottom. Now she's got two thick adult cocks in her tender holes. Once she feels her daddy's pubes tickle her tush, she starts to rock her hips. Trina slides up and down her uncle's fat prick while her daddy pumps her tight ass.
"That feels amazing," Marco says. "So fucking tight." As he plays with Trina's tiny nipples, he can feel his brother's cock plunging in and out of Trina's tush. He pushes upwards with his hips, pumping his pretty niece's tender twat.
"Uhhh...uhhh...uhhhh...uhhhhh..." With two hard cocks sawing in and out of her tight passages, Trina begins to tremble and moan. Pleasuring two penises at the same time makes her feel so hot and sexy. She loves the feeling of two sets of hands on her body as well. Marco is fingering her stiff little nipples while her daddy caresses her soft bottom. Both men are savoring the delicious feeling of this special little girl's tight holes.
"Uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh..." Trina's pleasure grows as her daddy and uncle pump her tender passages harder and faster. She undulates her little bottom between the two pistoning penises inside her. Trina's moaning grows louder and her trembling becomes shuddering and shaking. Suddenly she cries out and convulses. Orgasmic tremors wrack her tender body as she comes. Her pussy spasms around her uncle's penis and her clenching anus grips her daddy's cock. They hold her quivering body as they pound her tender holes, eager for their own release. Almost simultaneously, Roman and Marco let out a groan. Both men erupt in Trina's spasming holes, filling her with a massive amount of hot spunk. Trina gasps when she feels the twin gushers of cum in her pussy and ass. This triggers another orgasm that leaves her weak and breathless.
"Wow," she says, panting. "You both came at the same time. It felt so good."
"What a hot little ass," Roman says, leaning over to kiss his special little girl.
"And a sweet pussy, too," Marco says. Trina smiles, happy that she's satisfied her two favorite men.III Advanced Techniques
When you first started playing special games with your daddy, you entered a world of pleasure that only grownups usually enjoy. Now it's time to learn all of the things that grownups do together. They're fun and are sure to make you and your daddy feel good.
A Dressing for Daddy
There are many ways to dress to please your daddy. Of course, you already know that he loves to see you in your pretty panties. Now that you're growing up, you might want to wear sexier undies, like string bikinis and thongs. Though your daddy will love to see you show off your sexy body in a tiny thong, remember that he also loves the soft cotton panties you wore as a little girl. It's these two ways of dressing, sexy and innocent, that mark your growing years. One day your daddy might love to see you in a lacy black bra and matching thong, and the next he'll want you to wear a training bra and white cotton bikini panties. At this point in your life, you're both a sexy young woman and a cute little girl. There's no reason why you can't be both for your daddy.
If you and your daddy started playing special games together when you were very young, it's a safe bet that he'll love to see you in the kind of clothes you wore when you were a little girl. That means little party dresses, panties with ruffled bottoms, and lacy socks. Put your hair up in pigtails and your daddy will love it. Another fun outfit is a school uniform, with a pleated plaid skirt, white blouse, and knee socks. Don't forget to wear your little white cotton panties underneath the skirt. Make sure your daddy sees your pretty panties and you'll make his penis nice and hard.
Now that you're older, you can wear the kind of sexy lingerie that women love to wear for men, like lacy bras, skimpy panties, garter belts, and stockings. There are even undies that are made just for your special games, like panties with a slit in the crotch that exposes your pussy, or bras with peekaboo holes for your nipples. You can wear sexy nighties, too, like a short babydoll with matching panties. There are so many sexy things to wear for your daddy.
Fiona and Callie are two sisters who love their daddy Patrick very much. Fiona is fourteen and has lovely perky breasts and long shapely legs. Callie just turned twelve and her breasts are just beginning to bud. Patrick loves his sexy daughters and indulges them by buying them all the pretty clothes they want. Both girls love to wear frilly lingerie, and they enjoy modeling for their daddy. Today they're putting on a panty show for Patrick. They start off in adorable white cotton panties decorated with little pink and pastel blue hearts.
"Feel them, Daddy," Callie says. Patrick is sitting on his bed, his bathrobe open, stroking his veiny cock.
"They're so soft, Daddy," Fiona says. Her daddy stops stroking himself and reaches out to touch his special little girls' panty crotches. Callie and her sister stand side by side, enjoying their daddy's gentle touch. He rubs their succulent slits through the thin cotton of their pretty panties.
"Nice," he says. "Turn around, girls." Patrick caresses their cute little bottoms. Callie was four and Fiona was six when they started playing special games with their daddy. When they were that age, they wore pretty cotton panties like the ones they're wearing now.
"Back in a sec, Daddy," Fiona says. The girls scamper to their bedroom to change their panties. They return wearing pink satin briefs with rows of frothy white lace along the bottoms.
"Lovely," Patrick says. Fiona and Callie turn around to show their lacy ruffled bottoms to their daddy. He pulls them into his lap. As the girls straddle his thighs, their daddy reaches around and fondles their puffy pink nipples.
"Mmmmmm...Daddy..." Callie moans. Since her breasts began to bud, her nipples are extra sensitive. She rubs her silky panty crotch against her daddy's thigh.
"I love my frilly new panties, Daddy," Fiona says. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, princess," he says, dipping his hand into her dainty undies. Patrick fingers her shaved slit, feeling how moist her pussy is getting.
"Let's put on our new thongs, Fiona," Callie says. The girls go back to their bedroom, returning a minute later wearing skimpy white lace open crotch thongs that expose their hairless pussies and cute little bottoms. Patrick strokes his hard cock as his daughters show off their blossoming bodies. The girls turn and embrace each other, their legs intertwined, pressing their naked pussies against each other's thigh.
"Let's sixty-nine for Daddy," Fiona says. She and Callie have been licking each other since they were little girls. Now they climb into bed and lay head to toe and bury their faces between each other's legs. As the girls lick and suck each other's pearly clits, Patrick caresses their firm young bodies. Then he stretches out behind Fiona and places the tip of his cock at the entrance of her juicy slit. Callie guides her daddy's penis into her sister's hungry hole.
"Uhhhhh..." Fiona moans as her daddy's thick tool fills her tender passage. As Patrick begins to thrust in and out of her pussy, Callie nibbles and sucks her sister's clit. Soon Fiona is moaning and writhing as her pleasure grows. She rocks her pelvis between her daddy's thrusting cock and her sister's lashing tongue. Modeling panties with her sister always makes her very horny, and her climax is not long in coming. She shudders and shakes, crying out with pleasure as she comes. Patrick gives her spasming pussy one last deep thrust before pulling out.
"Your turn, Callie," he says, stretching out behind his youngest girl. Fiona aims his cock at her sister's tight little pussy. As Patrick sinks his penis into Callie's tiny twat, Fiona ravishes her little button with her probing tongue.
"Uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhhh..." Callie moans and rocks her hips as her daddy pumps her tender passage. Panty shows make her really horny, too, and she loves to make her daddy's penis hard by showing off her body. Now comes the payoff, with her daddy's thick tool pistoning in and out of her young pussy and her sister's tongue lashing her pearly clit. Callie's moans grow louder as her release nears. When Fiona starts to finger her sister's puffy nipples, this sends Callie over the edge. Her tender body stiffens and she arches her back as waves of pleasure sweep through her. Patrick is pounding his special little girl's spasming pussy, eager for his own release. He groans, buries his cock in Callie's tiny twat, and erupts, spurting a gusher of his hot cream in her hot little hole. Callie gasps when she feels her daddy's steamy spunk fill her young sex.
"Mmmmm...Daddy," she coos. "You came a lot."
B Brothers & Sisters
It's a lucky girl who has brothers, sisters or both who love to play special games with you and your daddy. You may have seen porn movies where three or more people play together. You can do some or all of these things with daddy and your siblings.
Having an older sister is a good thing to have. She can show you how to do the things that make your daddy very happy. By the same token, if you have a younger sister, you can be the one that teaches her how to play sexy games with your daddy. And sisters, as you know, can make each other feel good, too.
You're a fortunate girl if you have older brothers, since you can play sexy games with them as well. Even if their penises aren't quite fully grown, teen boys have plenty of stamina and can pound your little pussy for a long time. Younger brothers are fun to play with, too. Some daddies like to play sexy games with their special little boys, and you can help them make your daddy happy.
Candy is a lovely twelve-year-old who's blessed with a younger sister and two older brothers. Sister Kacey is just six, and though she likes to make their daddy feel good with her hands and mouth, she hasn't yet done it with her pussy or bottom. Kacey adores her sister Candy and can't wait to do all the things her big sister does. Brothers Joey and Bud are sixteen and fourteen, and their cocks are nearly as big as their father Carl's member.
Today they're all playing together in the family room in the basement. It's a big room with a deep pile shag carpet. A porn movie is playing on the television. Carl, a burly biker with a beer belly, is naked, sipping a beer while his special little girl Kacey sucks his fat cock. She's wearing just her little pink cotton panties, sitting on an ottoman while she licks her daddy's fat prick. Candy, dressed in a skimpy red babydoll nightie, is kneeling at her brothers' feet, sucking Joey's smooth young penis while she strokes Bud's boner.
"Ready, darlin'?" Carl asks Candy. She releases Joey's organ with a loud slurp.
"Yes, Daddy," she says. "I wanna be stuffed full of cock."
"You betcha," Carl says. He hands Kacey his beer and lies down on the carpet. Candy slips her nightie over her head and skins off her skimpy red lace g-string. Then she straddles her daddy's hips, reaching down to guide his thick tool into her juicy slit. Slowly, Candy settles down on her father's fat penis.
"Mmmmm...you feel so good inside me, Daddy," she moans. As Candy starts to rock her hips, churning her little pussy with her daddy's cock, Kacey is applying lubricant to Bud's penis. Then the boy kneels behind Candy and presses his slippery tool against his sister's tight tush.
"Uhhhhh..." Candy moans as her brother sinks his smooth young cock into her hot little bottom. She starts to move her hips again, rocking between the two hard members invading her tender passages. Now Joey kneels by her head, offering her his penis to suck. Candy wraps her lips around her brother's hard meat, loudly slurping as she sucks him.
"Play with her titties, Kacey," Carl says.Kacey kneels by her sister and starts to fondle Candy's tiny breasts, cupping the two nubbins with her palms. Bud and Carl are now rocking their hips, taking their pleasure in Candy's tight holes, while Joey enjoys his sister's warm mouth on his penis.
"Mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmm...mmmmmm..." Candy's moans are muffled by her brother's cock. She undulates her bottom as Bud and Carl pump her ass and pussy. When Kacey reaches between Candy's legs and fingers her pearly clit, she starts to tremble and moan louder. Candy loves to make her daddy and brothers feel good like this. It makes her feel so sexy and naughty. She's servicing a trio of hard cocks like a porn star, making her own pleasure grow.
"Mmmmm...mmmmmmm...mmmmmm...mmmmph!" Candy suddenly convulses, her cries stifled by Joey's meat. Her whole body shudders and shakes as she comes. Candy's pussy spasms around her daddy's pistoning cock and her bottom clenches around Bud's penis. They keep on pumping her tight holes, chasing their own pleasure.
"Ungh!" Joey is the first to come, letting out a grunt as he squirts his hot teen spunk in Candy's warm mouth. She squeezes his cock with her hand, swallowing all of her brother's love juice. Candy loves to milk the cream from her brothers' balls. After the last drops have dribbled from his penis, Joey pulls out of his sister's mouth.
"Uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh..." Without a cock between her lips, Candy is free to give voice to her pleasure. Carl and Bud are pounding her tender holes hard and, with Kacey's finger busy on her clit, she's close to another orgasm. The trembling starts anew, building to a crescendo until she cries out and convulses again. This time, Bud and Carl can't resist when her tight passages contract around their pumping members. They let go simultaneously, spurting their steamy spunk in her spasming holes. Candy moans loudly when she feels the twin gushers in her pussy and ass.
"Wow," Candy says as Bud slowly pulls his penis out of her ass. He helps her up off of her daddy's cock. Spunk is leaking from her pussy and ass. Kacey gives her sister a towel so she can wipe off her thighs, then she hands her daddy his beer.
"I can't wait until I can do that," Kacey says.
"Gotta bust your cherry first," Carl tells his little girl.
A lot of daddies and daughters like to play pretend games together. You can make believe that your daddy is one of your teachers, or a stranger, or a burglar who just broke into the house. Or you can pretend that you're husband and wife and that it's your wedding night. A little fantasy adds some spice to your special games.
Bonnie is a sexy thirteen-year-old girl, with lovely budding breasts and a tight little bottom. She and her daddy, Dean, like to play make-believe games. Tonight Bonnie is pretending that she's a teen prostitute. Dressed in a tube top, short miniskirt, and high-heeled boots, she's sitting on the bed of the motel room that her daddy has rented.
"How much?" Dean asks his daughter.
"$20 for a blow job, $30 for pussy, mister," Bonnie says. "$50 gets you a half-and-half."
"Gimme a half-and-half," Dean says, taking money from his wallet. As he lays it on the bedside table, Bonnie slips her tube top over her head. Dean cups her tiny tit, gently squeezing it, then Bonnie unzips her daddy's trousers and fishes out his hardening cock. She leans in and takes it in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the tip and stroking his thick shaft.
"You're a good little cocksucker," Dean says. Bonnie ravishes his hard cock, slurping and slobbering over it and making it glisten with her saliva. While Dean watches his daughter gobble his knob, he unbuckles his belt and undoes his trousers, letting them pool around his ankles.
"How do you want to do this?" Bonnie asks her daddy after he pulls his cock from her mouth. He steps out of his pants and skins off his boxer shorts.
"Get up on your knees," Dean says. Bonnie assumes a submissive position on the bed. Her daddy flips up her short skirt and pulls her black lace thong panties down around her thighs. He fingers her shaved slit, feeling how wet she is. Then he presses his glistening cock against the entrance to her tight cunt.
"Ahhhhh..." Bonnie moans as her daddy sinks his thick tool into her tender hole. She loves these make-believe games, and the thought of being a dirty whore who lets strange men use her body for their pleasure has made her quite aroused. As her daddy starts to slide his cock in and out of her wanton hole, she rocks her hips, meeting his thrusts. Gradually, her daddy's strokes get faster until he's pumping her tight little twat.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Bonnie lets out a little moan every time her daddy's cock bottoms out in her tender passage. Dean leans over his daughter as he pounds her tight pussy and starts to maul her tiny tits. Bonnie's been pleasing her daddy since she was only four years old, and lately she loves it hard and fast. Now that his daughter is a teen, Dean doesn't need to be as gentle as he was when he took her cherry on her sixth birthday.
"Ah...mister...fuck me, mister...fuck me..." Bonnie urges her daddy to slam her hungry hole. She gyrates her hips, adding a new dimension of pleasure to their coupling. Dean is pumping her tight pussy hard now, slamming his hard meat into her tender hole. Bonnie begins to tremble and shake as her release nears. A minute later she shudders and cries out, her lithe body wracked by orgasmic spasms. Her arms give way and her head falls to the bed. Dean holds her by her upturned ass as he pounds her hot little cunt. With a sharp grunt, he buries his thick tool in her spasming pussy and starts to spurt his hot spunk.
"Fuck yeah," Dean says as he fills his daughter's tight twat with his steamy cum. "Take it, you fucking whore."
"Shit, mister," Bonnie says. "That's a lot of jizz you squirted in me. I'm gonna to be leaking for the rest of the night."
"Not my problem," Dean says as he pulls out of her sopping pussy.
It's time to learn about some of the ways grownups play together. Perhaps you've seen some of these games in porn movies. Adults like to do many interesting things together. Some you might like, some you might not. It's good to try out a lot of different things.
One of the things grownups like to do is to swap partners. If your daddy wants you to play with another daddy, give it a try. Playing with both of them together can be sexy and fun. And it's always good to make friends with another special little girl who makes her daddy happy. You can play sexy games with her, too.
Another game grownups like to play is bondage. The man ties the woman to the bed or handcuffs her. Then the man does sexy things to her. Since she's helpless and can't move, she has to trust that the man won't hurt her. Some women find it hot and sexy to be totally controlled by a man.
Ashley is a sexy twelve-year-old girl. She'll do anything for Sam, her handsome daddy. Today they're visiting another daddy and his special little girl. Jeff works with Sam. His daughter Rebecca is ten years old. Ashley and Rebecca are going to play with each other's daddy.
"Go ahead, sweetie," Sam says to Rebecca as he strokes his hard cock. "Go ahead and suck it."
"Okay," she says. Sitting on the edge of her daddy's bed, wearing only her little white cotton panties, Rebecca leans over and takes Sam's penis in her mouth.
"That's so hot," Ashley says as she strokes Jeff's cock. He's lying on the bed next to his special little girl. Ashley, kneeling next to him, bends over and takes his thick penis in her mouth. She's never seen another girl suck her daddy, and the sight of Rebecca gobbling her daddy's knob makes her horny. As she licks and sucks Jeff's fat prick, her hand is busy inside her pretty pink panties.
"That's a good little cocksucker you got there," Jeff says. Ashley is ravishing his hard tool, hungrily sucking the tip while she strokes the shaft.
"Ashley's been chowing down since she was five," Sam says. "Becca's not too bad herself."
"Got her started at four," Jeff says. "I'd pour syrup on my dick and she'd lick it off."
"I need this big thing inside me," Ashley says after releasing Jeff's fat prick from her mouth.
"Climb aboard, then," he says. Ashley skins off her panties and straddles Jeff's hips. She reaches down and guides his hard cock into her tight pussy.
"Damn, you're wet," Jeff says as she settles down on his fat penis. She starts to move her pretty bottom up and down. With every stroke of her hips, her pussy grasps and releases his cock.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." When Jeff starts to push up from the bed, Ashley begins to gasp with every thrust. She's only had her daddy's cock inside her until now. The thought that this man she barely knows is using her pussy for his pleasure makes her hot and bothered. Next to them, Rebecca strokes Sam's hard penis as she watches Ashley ride her daddy's thick tool.
"Will you put it in me?" Rebecca asks Sam.
"Sure," he replies. "I'd love to lick your little pussy first."
"Okay," she says, skinning off her adorable white panties. Rebecca lays down on the bed next to her daddy and spreads her thighs. Then Sam curls up between her legs and kisses her succulent slit. He dips his tongue in Rebecca's hairless cleft.
"Uhhhhh..." Rebecca moans when Sam's probing tongue reaches her tiny clit. Watching her daddy fuck Ashley has made her horny, and she's eager for her release. As Sam lashes her little button, he penetrates her tiny twat with his finger. Rebecca starts to rock her hips, enjoying the feeling of a near stranger's tongue swirling over her clit.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Ashley is bouncing up and down on Jeff's glistening cock. He cups her cute bottom in his hands, guiding her movements.Then he moves his hands to her budding breasts, running them over her puffy nipples. Ashley's nubbins are quite sensitive, and she begins to moan louder. Her body trembles and shakes until she convulses and cries out. Ashley falls forward when she comes, clinging to Jeff's chest. He wraps his arms around her and starts to pump her spasming pussy hard and fast. With a groan, he erupts in Ashley's pulsating passage, spurting thick gobs of his hot spunk.
"Uhnn...uh..uh..uhhhnnn..." On the bed next to them, Rebecca is moaning and quivering as Sam ravishes her fresh young pussy with his tongue and fingers. Just as she's about to come, Sam stops licking her hot little twat.
"Whaaaa...?" Rebecca moans in disappointment. "Don't stop!"
"It's time for a deep dicking, little girl," Sam says.
"Becca likes to be tied up when she gets fucked," Jeff says as Ashley rolls off of him. He reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a set of leather restraints. Ashley helps Jeff snap the straps onto Rebecca's wrists and ankles, attaching the other ends to the bedposts. A naked Rebecca is now spread eagled on the bed.
"Sweet," Sam says as he mounts Rebecca. He reaches down and guides his hardness into her wet slit. Rebecca gasps as his thick cock stretches her tiny twat.
"Uhhhhh..." As Sam starts to thrust, Rebecca lets out a low moan. Ashley's never seen her daddy fuck anyone else before, and she watches this scene with interest. Jeff stands behind her, running his hands over her blossoming body.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Rebecca moans louder as Sam pumps her tiny twat with his hard meat. The straps hold her limbs fast, but she can still rock her hips, meeting Sam's powerful thrusts. Her interrupted pleasure returns as Sam's thick tool plunges in and out of her tight hole.
"Uhhh...uhhhh...uhhhhh...ahhhhh!" Rebecca lets out a cry of pleasure, her tender body wracked with orgasmic tremors. Her legs quiver and shake and her pussy spasms around Sam's pistoning cock. Sharing her body with a man she hardly knows has made her orgasm particularly intense. Plus, Sam's cock is a bit bigger than her daddy's and it feels so good as it pumps her tiny twat.
"Fuck yeah," Sam mutters. As tight as his daughter's pussy is, Rebecca's tender passage grips his organ like a fist. He gives her a last deep thrust before he comes, shooting a big load of his steamy cum into Rebecca's hot little pussy. She gasps when she feels how much spunk he spurts in her tiny twat. As the last drops dribble from Sam's cock, his hips begin to slow. Finally, he pulls out of Rebecca's well-used cunt.
"Lemme clean you, sweetie," Ashley says after her daddy climbs off of the little girl. She kneels between Rebecca's legs and licks the semen that drips from her hairless slit.
"Mmmmm...that feels good," Rebecca says. She hopes that maybe she and Ashley could play together some more. | null | Part III | Authors/anais_ninja/www/ptm/algg03.txt |
123,743 | Liana M | A Cordelian Slave Girl - Mirida | You have probably heard by now of the Yatus Games. Vids of the games, while illegal on most worlds, are widely available now in the underground. You may have seen one, but you probably know very little about the women and the few men forced to enter those games or how they ended up on Yatus. They tell you that the players are all criminals that have been sentenced to death and taken to the Yatus colony for execution. While that may be true for some, it is only partially true for most, and the Yatus Games are only one part of the depravity and corruption that is the secret world of the Yatus Colony.
The Yatus Colony is completely underground, built in old mines on an asteroid in the Korban system. Korban is a major hub of galactic commerce with several large star ports. With many star ship crews arriving at Korban after weeks or months in space, the usual collection of casinos and bordellos could be found near each of the space ports, but about 20 years ago, some do-gooders decided that casinos and bordellos were causing too much of a crime problem, and closed them all. Now you don't get rid of gambling or prostitution that easily. To some extent, it just moved underground, but the Yatus Corporation saw this as a business opportunity. They had a large underground mining town with a small, grubby casino and a few low-class bordellos in an asteroid that could be reached easily from Korban. The metals being mined were running out, so they decided to build a luxury hotel and casino complex with some upscale bordellos nearby.
The Korban government didn't really care about this, although the legal status of the Yatus colony is so vague that it is not clear they could do anything about it, even if they did care. The Korban government was happy to see the troublemakers in star ship crews run off to the Yatus Colony rather than hang around Korban.
At first, the Yatus Colony operated as a fairly standard gambling, sex, and sin resort, frequented mostly by star ship crews but some Korban locals too. Things began to change when the Cordelian Treaty was ratified 15 years ago. Most of the galaxy hardly noticed that a few frontier worlds with a crime problem had agreed to legalize slavery for condemned prisoners. Cordelian slave licenses were not valid on any of the civilized worlds, but the Yatus Corporation claims full sovereignty on the Yatus Colony, and signed the Cordelian Treaty. This allowed the Yatus Corporation to import slaves from the handful of other planets that had signed the treaty.
A Cordelian Slave is a condemned man or woman. The owner is allowed to do anything he wants with his slave, including killing the slave. This threat is how Cordelian slaves are controlled. If anyone questions an owner's treatment of a slave, all the owner has to do is show his papers to the authorities, at least on the worlds that have signed the Cordelian treaty.
The Yatus Corporation began to staff their bordellos with some Cordelian slave girls, and a few slave men too. The slaves didn't have to be paid, but the main advantage was that they could be forced to provide more kinky services for customers. Word quickly got around that almost any S&M fantasy could be made real for a price on the Yatus Colony.
While most Cordelian slave girls had reconciled themselves to working in a bordello as an acceptable alternative to immediate execution, being physically tortured was different. Some decided that death was a better alternative. To keep the girls working longer in this highly profitable business, the Yatus Corporation had to threaten them with very slow, painful executions.
The first one of these slow, painful public executions was a hugely popular event. So many people were willing to pay hundreds of credits to watch the execution that Yatus was forced to build a large arena just for that purpose.
The Yatus games were a further perversion of this idea dreamed up by the Yatus management a few years ago. The original idea was to offer 2-4 Cordelian slaves the chance for one of them to win their freedom in a torture game. One contestant would be set free and allowed to leave the colony, and the others would be executed on the spot. All the contestants are locked into some kind of a fiendish torture machine. Each contestant could end her torture by pressing a button near her hand, in which case she would be immediately executed. The execution could be quick, like a blaster, but that was reserved for contestants that had suffered through days of torture first. If a contestant quickly pushed the button, then they were given an extremely slow and painful execution.
The people who distribute copies of these games say that all the contestants 'volunteer' for the games, hoping to escape their death sentence. It is technically true that all the players are condemned Cordelian slaves, but it is a lie that they volunteer for the games. There may be a few that do, but most are forced to enter the games.
The Yatus Games and the horrible public executions of Cordelian slaves is, however, not the darkest, most perverse aspect of the Yatus Colony. There is a secret part of the Yatus Colony that is open only to the most wealthy and powerful. Here there are few limits to the perversions that can be had for a price. That is the world that I experienced and will tell you about.
My road to Yatus Colony began when I was a junior officer on a merchant star ship. We made regular runs out to the frontier worlds. In a bar on Urtu, one of the most notorious of the frontier worlds, a man offered me 20,000 credits to bring a small package back to Urtu on my next trip. Now I knew this package had to contain something very illegal for him to offer me 20,000 credits, but I was only making 12,000 credits a year, so 20,000 credits was a huge sum of money. I had made 10 or 12 trips to Urtu, and no one had ever looked in my bags when I disembarked, so I figured this would be easy money. I couldn't have been more wrong.
On the next trip back to Urtu, I picked up the small package from a contact I had been given, and hid it in my bag. When I headed into the terminal, it seemed like the security people were waiting for me. I am not sure if they had some detectors for the drugs that were in the package or if they had arrested someone in the smuggling ring that told them I was bringing in the drugs. I was arrested, and quickly discovered that Urtu had the death penalty for drug smuggling. After a short trial, I was condemned to death, and sentenced to be sold as a Cordelian slave.
Urtu actually holds slave auctions every month. Most of the women are bought by one of the Urtu slave schools. There were at least three of them, owned by local Urtu businessmen. I was bought at auction by one of these schools. Actually, the school was not that bad. It kind of looked like a low-security prison, with lots of guards, but they also had workout classes and hairstylists. Much of the day was spent in classes where they explained over and over what was expected of a Cordelian slave, how to speak respectfully to your owner and others, and the importance of our appearance and quality of service to our future. They had sex classes to improve our "quality of service", especially in kinky sexual practices with which we probably didn't have any previous experience. These classes included evaluation of our services by instructors, who gave us feedback on how to improve our technique. They also had workout gyms to help you lose weight and get in shape, beauty consultants, and even cosmetic surgeons.
They told us we would probably be sold to a bordello owner, who would keep us in the lineup until we were too old. The best girls would go to high-class bordellos on the frontier worlds. The rest would probably end up at low-class houses in some mining colony. When we grew too old to justify staying in the lineup, our fate would really depend on our wits. Some Cordelian slave girls became companions to wealthy older men. Some found other ways to profitably benefit their owner. Some were simply executed. Since I was only 23, I was told that I could probably work in a bordello for 10 or 15 years, if I was good. This was not the career I had been looking forward to, but I didn't seem to have much choice.
When the classes were completed, the school held a private auction to sell us off. Hours before my scheduled auction, they took me to a beauty parlor and fixed my hair and nails.They carefully shaved my pubic hairs between my legs, but left a heart-shaped patch above, which they told me was the most favored style right now.
When my turn came, I was led naked onto a lighted stage. The lights were bright enough that I could not see the bidders very well. We had been told that a typical Cordelian slave girl would fetch 100,000 to 200,000 credits at auction. I was, of course, hoping for the upper end of that range. I was surprised when the bidding quickly spiraled up to 250,000 credits. Someone in the back bid 300,000 credits. Everyone turned to look at this new bidder, but I could not see him because of the lights. Someone in front bid 350,000 credits, and the man in the back bid 500,000 credits. There was a hush that went over the room, the bidding was over, and I was quickly rushed off the stage.
I knew I had been sold for a very high price, but I did not know what this meant. I asked my guard who my buyer was. He said he did not know. He had never seen that buyer before, and he had not bid on any of the earlier girls. I knew I was in good shape and one of the youngest, best-looking girls to be sold that day, but I didn't know what to make of this.
A few hours later, the buyer picked me up, gave me some plain clothes, and led me to his starship. It was very small, and I was the only slave on board. I found this very unusual. I thought most slaves were carried by special slave ships to their destinations, but I knew better than to ask.
I expected that the buyer or captain of the ship would be "sampling the merchandise," so to speak, during the trip, but was surprised to discover that I was mostly left alone in my rather nice, locked cabin. Meals were brought in for me, and once a day I was escorted to a very small gym where I was allowed to exercise for 60 minutes.
After several weeks, we arrived at the Yatus Colony, or rather at the headquarters on a small moon of one of the outer planets. The asteroid the Yatus Colony is on spends most of the time so deep in the asteroid belt that it is difficult to approach by ship. For a few months every 2 or 3 years, the colony is at the edge of the asteroid belt and can be reached easily by ship. This is when all the metals being mined there are hauled away in ships, and heavy supplies are brought in. The rest of the time, the colony is only reachable by transport beams. The transporter beam, of course, consumes a lot of energy, so it is only reserved for people and the most urgent of supplies.
I was quickly beamed up to the colony and whisked away from the arrival center in a private transport. I arrived and was led into a rather grand-looking building that was mostly empty and led up to a small room. This did not look like the bordello I expected. There were no customers around. It seemed more like a huge private residence. Had I been bought by a wealthy man? If so, for what?
After a few hours, my questions were answered. A well-dressed man came to my room to explain my new situation to me. I was now owned by a bordello of sorts, but what he called a "necroticism bordello." This house specialized in parties where young women, and sometimes men too, were executed in erotic manners for very wealthy and powerful clients. I would be part of their lineup, but he told me not to panic. I was their top new girl, and my price would be 20 million credits. It was very unlikely that any of their clients could afford that price. They had many girls that could be executed for 1 to 4 million credits, and those were the girls that would get picked. As long as I kept my appearance up and stayed in good shape, they could keep my price out of reach for their clients.
What I would have to do is provide sexual services at their parties. Most of the buyers liked to have sex while watching their victims be executed, and I was to be available to provide that service. If I were good at it, my execution price would be kept out of reach of the clients.
I was in shock. This was not at all what I had expected. I could not believe that this was legal, even for a Cordelian slave, but I guess on the Yatus Colony, almost anything is legal. He asked if I had any questions. I didn't know what to say. He said that they were the premiere necroticism house on Yatus, and only the most wealthy connoisseurs in the galaxy could afford their services. I was the youngest and most beautiful girl in their top lineup. If I kept myself in shape and pleased the clients, I should live for many more years. After he left, I lay in my bed and cried myself to sleep.
The house was very large. There were at least 2 large gyms. Given the cost of space on the Yatus Colony, this was a very expensive facility. We were allowed to use the gym in small groups, but I was never allowed to really talk to the other girls. Most of the girls were older, well over 35. Many looked to be 50 or more, although they were in good shape. We had weekly trips to have our hair cut, nails trimmed, and pubic hair styled.
The guards watched us closely, so I learned little about what was going on. One day, a guard arrived and ordered us all to the beauty parlor. I realized this must mean that a client was coming. I knew what that meant. Some of us would be selected for execution. I hoped that what I had been told was true, that my price would be set so high that clients could not afford me.
We were ordered to strip naked, and collars were put around our necks, and we were chained together. I was led into a large hall chained to 10 to 12 other girls. This was apparently the house's A-list. I was shocked to see that the client was a woman, very well-dressed. A man I had seen once or twice was pointing at each of the girls in turn and saying something we could not hear. The woman's eyes went up and down the line of women, stopping to linger over me. Then she waved her hand, and we were led off.
I was confused. What had just happened? Had any of us been selected for execution? I didn't know.
I was led back to my room. An hour or so later, the man that had been talking to the woman entered my room. He told me the client had selected me to be a companion for her most important client at the party tonight. He told me he knew this would be my first time, and I needed to do a good job with this very important client to keep my price up.
"Have you ever seen someone die, young lady?" he asked in a straightforward manner.
"No," I replied.
"Well, let me make sure you understand what is expected of you. Marchel has three clients she is entertaining tonight, and she has chosen 3 women from our B lineup for tonight's main entertainment. Their fate is sealed, and you must not concern yourself with them. Your job is to entertain the clients and make sure your client gets his release at the moment of death. If you do not think you can do this, I am sure one of the chosen women would be happy to trade places with you. Can you do this?"
Since my first day of arrival, I had known this day would come. What could I say? I nodded my head.
"Can you do this?" he repeated.
"Yes," I answered meekly.
"Good," he said. "Marchel is paying a high price for your services tonight, so do not let her down. Now, each client is different. Some clients will want you to give them a blowjob. Have you done that before?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Are you good at it?" he asked.
"I think so, sir?" I answered.
"Good," he replied. "Some clients will want you to ride them. I assume you can do that?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Some clients will want to take you in the ass," he said. "Can you do that?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Now, remember, you don't need to actually enjoy the sex," he said. "But you must never let the client think you are not enjoying it."
With that, the man turned and left my room. A few minutes later, a guard came to bring me to have my hair touched up again and some makeup applied. Two other girls from the lineup I had been in that afternoon were also led in for touch-up and makeup. After we were ready, the three of us were given some clothes to wear. It was semi-transparent, but it did provide some modesty. Then the three of us were led into a small waiting room.
"This is your first time," the girl next to me whispered.
I nodded my head.
"Don't look at the other girls," she said. "Keep your eyes on the customers."
I nodded. We were led into a big hall. There were three small theaters off of this hall, each with an elevated platform with some equipment on it. Each room had a large couch and some soft chairs opposite the platform. The guard pointed to the center room, and I was led to a chair near the platform. I quickly sat down. A minute later, the main door opened, and a large party entered. I could see the woman from the afternoon, but there were many men and a few women with her. They broke up into three groups. The group that approached the center theater was headed up by a fat, balding middle-aged man. As he approached, I stood up and then knelt before him.
He looked down at me, then turned back to the women and said, "Very nice, Marchel."
"Come, join me on the couch, girl," he said.
I rose and sat next to him. There were several young men and a woman who took seats behind us. My client ordered drinks for everyone, and I was brought a drink along with all the party. When I sipped my drink, it tasted like fruit juice. I suspected only the real customers got alcohol in their drinks.
"So, how long have you been here?" the fat, middle-aged man asked.
"I just arrived," I replied.
"Is this your first... er... time?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Excellent," he said. Then, turning to find Marchel, he said, "You even found me a virgin."
I wasn't what you usually call a virgin, but in this house, I guess I was a virgin.A few minutes later, the doors at the end of the room opened, and a woman was led in by the guards. I had never seen her before. She looked to be older, in her 30s at least, but she was in good condition. She had a good figure and larger breasts than I did. She was led up onto the platform. Her hands were already fastened behind her back. A device was lowered down, and a loop of smooth cord was fastened around her neck. Next, small devices were attached to her nipples, and then a long, shiny tube was brought out and inserted in her vagina.
"Do you know what that is, girl?" the fat man asked.
"I am not sure, sir," I replied.
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote control.
"It is a most ingenious invention," he said. "When I push this little button, it vibrates, producing a most pleasurable sensation, I am told."
I nodded.
"And if I push this button, it sends out impulses through the body," he said. "Impulses that produce an irresistible orgasmic effect."
I nodded. I used to own a sex toy like this, though not remote-controlled like this one.
"And when you are hanging by your pretty neck," he continued, "that can be a fatal experience, even in the anti-gravity fields used here."
I nodded again.
"And finally, if I push this button here, then sharp needles shoot out, cutting her insides apart."
I gasped.
"Don't be shocked, girl," the fat man said. "With you here for me, I am sure her suffering will be short. I may even let you do the deed."
He looked at me.
"Would you like to pull the lever, as they say?" he asked.
"I don't understand, sir," I said.
"With these buttons, I control the girl's fate. I can finish her quickly or make her struggle. The anti-gravity fields allow a girl to hang for hours. We can make it a very erotic final experience for her, or just watch her gasp for air."
The guards had finished preparing the girl and left the platform now.
"Let me see," he said. "Ah, this is the one."
As he pushed one of the buttons, the loop around the girl's neck rose, and she struggled up on her tiptoes. I glanced up at the girl. She was staring down at the fat man with a look of horror on her face.
"There," he said. "That is a good start. Let's see how long before her legs get tired."
I tried not to look up, but I could not help myself. The girl had large, sagging breasts. She was in good physical condition and was having no trouble standing on her tiptoes, but it had only been a minute or two.
I quickly looked back down and smiled at the fat man. He ordered another round of drinks for everyone and some food to nibble on. My drink was only fruit juice again, and I didn't feel like eating.
The fat man lay back on the couch with his drink and looked over at me.
"So, what is your name, girl?" he asked.
"Mirida, sir," I said.
"Mirida, hmmm, nice-sounding name," he replied. "What did they get you for?"
"Drugs, sir," I answered.
"Ah, yes," he said. "What most of the girls are here for."
He got out a cigar and lit it up.
"So, Mirida, what do you know about hanging?" he asked.
"Nothing, sir."
"Hanging has been used as a means of execution for tens of thousands of years," he said. "But regular hangings are way too quick. It is over in a matter of seconds. Even a slow hanging, with no drop, will kill anyone in a couple of minutes max. To make it last for hours requires precise control, monitoring, and the anti-gravity noose, which is the innovation they have developed here on Yatus. Just look at her."
I was trying not to have to look at her, but at the fat man's command, I looked up. The poor girl was obviously having difficulty breathing now. She was now dangling with her legs just off the platform. Her legs were hanging still, and her body swayed slowly back and forth.
"Let's give her a little ride," the fat man said, pulling the remote control from his pocket. "Now watch this carefully."
As I watched, he pressed a button, and the smooth cord around the girl's throat lifted her up higher off the platform. The girl's legs began to kick, looking for something to support her. Her eyes were looking around widely. Apparently, the noose had gotten tighter. Then the fat man pushed another button, and the girl relaxed again.
"That," the fat man said, "is a little taste of what it is like to be hanged. I am told being hung can be a very erotic experience."
The fat man obviously saw the look of disbelief on my face.
"Many women find the lack of air heightens the sexual experience. Have you heard about that?"
"No, sir."
"Well, let's test the theory on our friend here," the fat man said. "Let's give her one final experience."
The fat man fiddled with the remote controls.
"There," he said. "Now let's turn up the nipple stimulation with this."
The girl, already straining for air, gasped as the clamps on her nipples bit into her.
"And now we turn up the vibrator," he said.
The girl's face became more wide-eyed as she realized what he was doing.
"How long does it take you to cum with a vibrator, Mirida?" he asked.
"I'm not sure, sir," I answered. "It varies. Five or ten minutes maybe."
The fat man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, elongated silver rod and handed it to me.
"Let's see how long you take compared to your less fortunate friend here," the fat man said.
I did not know what to say.
"You want me to use this now, sir?" I asked.
"Ah," the fat man smiled. "I forgot you are a virgin. Yes, I want you to use that on yourself, while I manipulate the vibrator on your friend. The difference is that your friend is having her breathing restricted, and we can both compare what effect that has on her."
This was certainly not anything I had expected, but I didn't dare displease this important client. I stood up and quickly slipped out of my flimsy clothing. I sat back down, spread my legs, and began to run the vibrator around my pussy lips.
"Watch your poor sister, Mirida," the fat man said. "See what effect it is having on her."
As I looked up, the girl was struggling to stay up on one leg. Although she was clearly finding it difficult to breathe, she appeared to be getting aroused. I had never watched a woman before, but I could clearly see the little signs. A little sigh here, a distant look in her eyes...or was that because she was losing consciousness?
My own pussy was getting wet from the vibrator or the impulses it was sending out, as I watched the girl struggle to stay still despite the vibrator and nipple clamps.
Suddenly, her face changed, and I knew she was close. The fat man adjusted the controls, and she began to wiggle her body. Suddenly the noose around her neck tightened, and her feet began kicking at the air frantically, looking for support as her orgasm rippled up her body.
This was too much for me. I closed my eyes and felt the little spasms grip the vibrator in my pussy and radiate out through my legs and torso. I stiffened my muscles and concentrated on the intensity of my own orgasm. As the tension drained out of my body, in the distance, I could hear the fat man muttering about something.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the fat man fiddling with the remote control. I realized that I had just masturbated in front of this disgusting man while watching some poor girl hang. I felt dirty. I was repulsed by what I had done. I could not understand how I could have done something so sick, but I knew I must not let the fat man sense this.
He was furiously pushing buttons on the remote.
"Not yet," he kept saying.
I looked up to see that the girl had been lowered back down, but was in such a weak condition it was not clear it was doing much good. Her face was dark, and her eyes looked vacant. I was not sure she was really alive.
Then suddenly, her eyes moved, and her body tensed up again.
"There," he said. "That's better. I didn't want to lose you so quickly. At least not until I have had mine too."
"You look thirsty, Mirida," the fat man said. "How about another drink?"
Since they were just going to bring me more fruit juice, I nodded my head yes.
"I think we need to give both of you a chance to catch your breath, so to speak, before the finale," the fat man said.
The finale was going to be much more final for the girl on the platform. I looked down so the fat man could not see the disgust in my eyes. When they brought my drink, I took a few sips and set it aside. I wasn't really thirsty.
The fat man picked up the remote and started making adjustments again. I heard muffled gasps from the platform, but I didn't look up. I was pretty sure I knew what was happening.
"Mirida, dear," the fat man said, turning towards me. "Do you have oral experience or are you a virgin there too?"
I knew what he meant. He wanted a blowjob. That was the sort of thing I was expecting.
"I have experience, sir," I said.
"Ah, but are you an expert?"
"I think so, sir," I replied. "No man has ever complained."
"But can you sense a man's arousal, to prepare yourself?"
"Yes, sir," I replied.
"And do you swallow it, young lady?"
I nodded.
"Good," he said. "Then I want to test your expertise."
He started fiddling with the remote control again. Then he unfastened his pants and bared himself. I took this as my cue, and got to my knees between his legs. As I stood up, I could see that all the other men had bared themselves as well. Most were already stroking. The woman in the party was on her knees in front of one of the men.
I knelt down between his legs, smiled up at him, and began running my tongue up the underside of his cock.
"Ah, you have had some experience," the fat man said.
"Now, when you sense me reaching the finale, I want you to press this button here for a few seconds," he said.
I nodded as I continued licking.
"Pressing this button will finish your friend," he said."I want you to finish both me and your friend at the same time."
The muscles in my stomach tightened. How could I be the one to execute this poor helpless girl? I licked the fat man's penis and ignored his question.
"Can you do this, girl?" he repeated.
I was repulsed. How could I kill an innocent girl?
"If you were the one with the noose around your neck, you would be begging to get it over," he said. "Can't you finish your friend's suffering?"
I had this urge to immediately hit the button and end it all for the poor girl, but I knew better than to do that.
"Yes," I said, lifting my tongue from the fat man's penis. "I can do it."
I slipped the fat man's cock into my mouth and began sliding his penis along my tongue, as I tightened my lips around his shaft. I wanted to end that girl's suffering as soon as possible.
I sucked away with enthusiasm, feeling his penis head get bigger in my mouth. I ran his penis head along my tongue until I felt that little twitch and tasted the salty taste that told me he was about to cum.
I reached out and pressed the button.
I tried to block everything from my mind as I concentrated on his cock. I tightened my lips around his shaft and slid the underside of his cock head back and forth on my tongue. I could taste his pre-cum and feel his cock head getting larger.
Then his cock twitched and cum splashed against my throat and filled my mouth. He was a fat, old man, but he came with as much force as a young man. I swallowed some of his cum and kept on sucking until he pulled it out of my mouth. I swallowed the rest of his cum and smiled at him. At the Cordelian Slave school on Urtu, they taught us it was very important to smile at the customer and make him think you enjoyed giving him a blow job, even when you found it totally disgusting.
I didn't turn around. I knew what I would find behind me and didn't want to look. I reached and found my glass and took a long drink of fruit juice to wash the taste from my mouth.
The fat man was gaining his composure again.
"Well, my young girl, whatever your name is, I think you are no longer a virgin," he said.
I stared up at him, not sure what he meant.
"You have executed your first," he said.
In my mind, I knew that wasn't really true, but I just looked at the ground.
Guards came and led me back to my room, where I cried myself to sleep.
The next day, guards brought me to an office to see one of the men in charge of this house. He was older and had a large office. He studied me carefully.
"You did well last night," he said. "The client was very pleased with your service."
I did not reply.
"You are either a good actress or you actually enjoyed yourself, Mirida," he said. "You can speak frankly to me. Which was it?"
I looked down at the floor.
"I will not hold your answer against you," he said. "But I want the truth."
"From what I could see, your orgasm did not look fake," he said. "Were you turned on watching the slow hanging?"
I was so ashamed I did not know what to say.
"Or was it something more complex?" he inquired. "Were you both excited and disgusted by it at the same time, and now you are ashamed of yourself?"
I looked up and nodded my head.
"Interesting," he said. "We paid a large sum of money for you, more than any other girl we have ever had. Last night was a good start. I believe Mr. Adams explained to you how things work here. You are one of our "A" list girls. The "A" list girls are mainly to provide sex for our clients during the executions. As long as you continue to do a good job at that, you will stay on the "A" list and your execution price will stay out of reach of most customers."
"The customers here really want to think you are enjoying both the sex and the execution. I know they taught you how to pretend to enjoy the sex with customers. Your report from the school says you are very good at that, and you showed it last night."
"How do you feel about watching the executions?" he asked. "You find them disgusting?"
I nodded.
"And you think the customers are disgusting too for enjoying the executions?" he asked.
I nodded again.
"As I suspected," he said. "Well, just remember to never let the customers find out how you feel about it. Your life depends on being a very good actress. Although we paid a large sum to get you, we have customers that would gladly pay far more to witness the painful, slow execution of such a beautiful young woman as yourself."
"Do you understand?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Good," he said. "I will be raising your execution price to 50 million credits. If you can keep the customers happy, then you can look forward to a long career here."
"We have operated this house for almost four years now, and in that time only one customer has ever paid to execute an A-list girl. That customer is probably coming for another visit in a few weeks, and I would hate to lose you so quickly. I think your new price should keep you safe from even him. Just don't let me down. I have high expectations for you."
With that, I was led back to my room.
Several weeks went by with no customers, or at least no customer who could afford to look at the A-list girls. The hardest part of this was being alone all the time. The guards kept me away from any of the other girls, so I had no one to talk to all day. Most of the day I was locked in my room. Now my room was a good size, and had a very nice entertainment console, but I really did not like being alone so much.
One day the guard came in mid-afternoon to take me to the beauty salon again. I knew this meant another customer lineup. I wondered if this was the very wealthy customer that had been mentioned.
We were given collars again and chained together. I recognized all the girls from the previous lineup. We were led onto the stage. The customer seemed to be a fairly young, well-dressed man. We spent a long time standing on the stage while he discussed something with the man from the house. Eventually, we were led off the stage, still very unsure what had happened.
I was taken back to my room again to wait and wonder what was happening. A few hours later, one of the managers came to my room.
"The Client has selected you for his companion on the third day," he said. "The client is a very wealthy man, one of the richest men in the galaxy. He expects you to be very accommodating and provide the finest quality service."
I nodded my head.
"The client has selected three girls to be executed by crucifixion. You are very fortunate that Mr. Gobbi raised your price, or it might well be you on one of those crosses. Two of the girls to be crucified are "A" list girls. You need to do a very good job, so that Mr. Gobbi keeps your price very high."
I nodded my head, even though I did not completely understand what all this meant or who Mr. Gobbi was.
"Your services will only be required on the third day," he continued. "The client is having a different group of friends with him on each of the three days, and we will let one of the girls expire on each day. You will only be there on the third day for the final execution."
I nodded again, but I must have looked puzzled.
"Ah," he said. "You are new here. You have never seen a crucifixion before."
I nodded my head.
"We use ultra-modern crosses with the latest in biofeedback and anti-gravity technology," he said. "This allows us and the client far more control over how long a slave will last on the cross. We can adjust it so almost anyone will last three days on the cross. This client has chosen 3 slaves, and he wants to let one expire each day for his friends. The client will choose which one expires each day. By the third day, when you join him, there will be only one slave left on the cross. When she expires, it will be the climax of the party, so to speak."
I nodded my head.
"I'm sure the client will expect to climax also," he said. "Perhaps several times. That will be your responsibility."
I nodded my head again. The manager turned and left my room.
I was kept in my room for the next two days, not allowed to go to the gym for my usual exercise. On the morning of the third day, I was taken to the beauty parlor to have my hair done and some makeup. I was the only girl there that day.
After the preparations, I was brought to a large hall. There were three crosses at the far end, but only the center one was still occupied. The girl on the cross seemed slumped over and resting on a rod that had been inserted between her legs. She looked very weak. As I approached, I could see her face clearly, and immediately recognized her. She was one of the girls I had sometimes seen in the gym and who had been in the lineups with me. She was probably only a few years older than I was. I remember someone calling her Katrina.
The cross was very smooth and metallic, and metal rings held her wrists and ankles tight to the cross. It seemed that most of her weight was supported by a rod that came out at crotch level, but this looked like it must be very uncomfortable. The girl's eyes were closed. Perhaps she was even sleeping.
The doors of the hall opened and a large group of people walked into the hall. I recognized the young man that was leading the group. I had seen him at the lineup. I assumed he must be the client. I knelt down with my head bowed as the party approached.
"Get up, girl," a voice said.
I looked up into the young man's eyes.
"Come join me," he said.
I got up and sat next to him on the couch.
"Bring us some fruit," he ordered. "And juice for everyone to drink."
He settled back on the couch and looked up at the cross.
"Your rest for the night is over," he said, and reached for a rather large remote control. He started flipping controls, and I heard a moan from Katrina.I looked up, and the rod that had been supporting most of her weight was retracting back into the cross. She slipped off it, and her knees bent out from the cross as her body slid down it. She seemed weak, and her head and upper body bent forward.
He turned and looked at me, his eyes moving down from my face to my hips.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Mirida, sir," I replied.
"Mirida," he repeated. "That's a nice name."
"Thank you, sir," I said.
"So, Mirida, have you ever seen a crucifixion before?" he asked.
"No, sir," I said, looking down.
"Ah, that's right," he said. "You are new here."
I nodded.
"Let me explain a little of the basics," he said. "In barbaric times, crucifixion was usually done by nailing the person to a wooden cross at the wrists and ankles. That, of course, was very painful, but it caused considerable loss of blood and actually shortened the time a person could last on the cross."
"You see, hanging like that," he said, pointing up to the cross in front of us, "with your arms pulled back like that makes it very difficult to breathe. In order to get good deep breaths, the person has to push themselves up on the cross. After a while, they become so exhausted that they can no longer push themselves up to breathe, and then they pass out."
"Now, of course, we have added a number of technological twists. As you can see, there are no nails holding our lovely victim to the cross, only clamps. So there is no loss of blood to shorten her torments."
I looked up at the barely conscious girl, wondering if Katrina could hear what he was saying.
"There is, of course, an adjustable anti-gravity field," he continued. "That makes it easier to keep her alive for days."
He looked back up at the cross as the girl pushed her way back up the cross for another breath, and then slumped back over again.
"You see that," he said. "After 2 whole days, she still has fight in her."
To me, Katrina seemed barely alive and struggling to breathe.
"There is something so lovely about watching a young lady struggle for life on the cross," he said, turning towards me. "Don't you agree, Mirida?"
"If you say so, sir," I replied, my Cordelian slave training having taught me not to say anything different.
"Come," he ordered. "Sit closer to me."
I slid over, and he put his arm around me.
Several platters of fruit and pitchers of different fruit juices arrived. I waited until he offered me some. Fresh fruit and juice like this must be very expensive on a mining colony, but I guess that was not an obstacle to a man as wealthy as he was.
When he finished the fruit, he again put his arm around me. I leaned against his shoulder and closed my eyes. I quickly felt his hands groping me through my thin clothes.
I knew what was expected of me if I did not want to be the next one struggling for air on a cross. I ran my hand down towards his crotch and felt around to confirm his arousal. He quickly pulled his pants down, and I stood up, unfastened my gown, and let it fall to the floor. I knelt down between his legs, forced a smile, and began to lick his manhood.
After a few minutes, he pulled me up and motioned for me to sit on his lap. I climbed up, spread my legs wide, and slid towards him. With a little difficulty, I worked his cock inside me. I smiled at him as I let my pussy tighten around him, then I began to slowly rock up and down on my knees. I closed my eyes and lifted my neck as I felt his cock slide in and out.
It took what seemed like a very long time for him to finally cum, and I was exhausted by the time he finished. I slumped forward, hugging him for a minute until he recovered. I climbed off and sat next to him on the couch.
I looked up at the cross to see that Katrina was looking very weak, but she continued to struggle to breathe.
A guard arrived a minute later and signaled for me to follow him. I picked up my clothes, and he led me to a small room.
"You can clean up here," he said, motioning towards a shower.
I felt really dirty, and the shower made me feel better, but when I was clean again, the guard led me back to the big hall.
I smiled and sat down next to the client on the couch. Katrina looked completely exhausted. I could only imagine the suffering she must be going through, and I quickly turned towards the client and tried to put Katrina out of my mind.
"I like you, Mirida," the client said, smiling at me. He turned and looked behind him and gestured for one of the men seated on the couches behind us to come over. He stood up and briskly walked over to our couch.
"Consider this part of your bonus," he said to the young man.
Then he turned back to me and said, "Mirida, would you entertain this young man?"
I nodded my head, and he turned back to the young man and said, "You can use the both over there, if you like."
I stood up and took the hand I was offered and let him lead me away towards the booth. The man was younger than the client, but older than I was. He looked around 30. Although not the type of man I would have picked, if I had a choice, he was not bad-looking.
He led me into the booth and closed the door. There was a similar booth on the other side of the main area. They were not very large, but they were completely enclosed and had a large clear wall that looked out on the stage with the crosses. There was just a single couch against the back wall.
The young man gestured for me to sit down, so I did. He sat down too, but at the other end of the couch. He sat there for a minute, looking at me but not saying anything.
Finally, he asked, "So what is your name?"
"Mirida, sir," I replied.
He stared at me, not seeming to know what to say.
"This is awkward," he said. "Somehow... somehow it all seems..."
I smiled at him, trying to look as friendly as possible.
He shook his head. "This is crazy," he said.
I smiled at him.
"What is your name again?" he asked.
"Mirida, sir," I replied again.
"Stop calling me sir," he laughed. "It makes me feel awkward."
"Okay," I replied.
He stared at me, and finally said, "If you were not a slave here, would you really be interested in me?"
"Of course," I said. "You are handsome and successful. What girl would not be interested in you?"
A Cordelian slave must always be a good actress. While not really true, it had a ring of truth to it, and that is what is needed to fool people. This seemed to relax him a little. I'm not sure he really believed it, but it made him feel better anyway. He slid down to my end of the couch and kissed me on the forehead. I looked up into his eyes and smiled at him so he would not lose his nerve. He kissed me on the mouth, and I felt our tongues meet. His hands began to run over my breasts. I reached down and felt his crotch.
We caressed and kissed for a long time before he got a little bolder and slipped his hand under my thin clothes. I fumbled with his belt, and he stood up to slip his pants off. I unfastened my gown and let it fall to the floor. When he got his pants off, I knelt between his legs, smiled up at him, and began to lick his cock. After licking some pre-cum off the head, I slipped his cock in my mouth and ran the head along my tongue. After only two strokes, his cock exploded in my mouth. I kept sucking until he had finished and then licked the last cum off the head.
I smiled up at him, but he was clearly embarrassed at having cum so quickly. He didn't say anything, but he began to pull on his pants.
"Do you have to go?" I asked.
He looked down at me still kneeling on the floor.
"You are a real temptress," he said with a smile. "Of course I don't need to go. What was I thinking? Come sit with me a while."
I got up and sat next to him. He put his arm around my shoulder. He stared up at Katrina struggling to breathe.
"God, that is erotic," he said. "I have never been here before, but you saw how excited it got me. I suppose you don't find that erotic."
I didn't know what to say, so I just looked at him.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Of course you don't. That will be you someday."
He looked down and then back at me.
"God, how can you do this?" he asked.
I just stared at him.
"I suppose you do what it takes to survive," he said. "You are good, extremely good. God, I wish I could get you away from here."
He shook his head.
"I would buy your freedom, if I could afford it," he said. "But I don't have 1 million credits, much less 80 million."
80 million credits? The manager had told me 50 million. Maybe he had raised it higher than he said.
"Even that blow job probably cost 50,000 credits," he said. "Most expensive blow job of my life."
I couldn't believe this. These people must be insanely rich.
He stared at Katrina for another minute. Her hips were slightly to the right, and her head was hanging down, seemingly lifeless. Then suddenly, her body moved again, and she struggled to push her body up and get another breath.
He turned and looked down at me.
"I want you," he said. Before, I had seen tenderness in his eyes, but now I just saw animal lust.
He helped me up off the couch, and pressed a button. The couch folded out to form a bed. He took me roughly in his arms and kissed me, and then picked me up and dropped me on the bed. He hopped on the bed, his cock now hard. I pulled my legs up and spread them wide. He ran his fingers around to find the opening and then slipped his cock into me. I moaned as he began thrusting in and out. He would look up at Katrina on the cross and then down at me as he pounded away. This time, he lasted much longer than before. I was just starting to get excited when he grimaced, made a few hard thrusts, and then collapsed, rolling off of me.
I snuggled up next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. He rested for a couple of minutes, and then he seemed to wake up.
"God, you are fantastic," he said.He got up out of the bed and started to get dressed.
"I think we better get going," he said. "He will wonder what is taking so long."
I got my flimsy gown back on and followed him out. The guard again took me to the shower to clean up.
I repeated this twice more with two older men in the party. They were not as shy. We did not use the booths, but just one of the couches off to the side. They both came fairly quickly, but not like the first young man.
At this point, I was starting to get sore. When the guard led me back, I sat down on the couch next to the client. I wondered whom the client was expecting me to entertain next.
"Mirida, I bet you are ready for a rest," the client said.
I just looked down.
"This girl has given us a good show," he said, looking up at Katrina. "I think we need to give her a good send-off to the next life."
I looked at him, not sure what he meant.
He reached over and picked up one of the remote controls, like I had seen before. He began fiddling with the remote controls.
"I would guess we will need lots of stimulus," he said.
I guessed Katrina must have one of those remote control vibrators inside. The client began adjusting the controls, but Katrina did not seem to respond. The client kept pushing buttons and making adjustments. Katrina struggled weakly to get another breath and let out a little moan as she did.
"There," the client said. "Given how weak she is, this will take a while, so sit back and enjoy everyone. You too, Mirida."
Enjoy is hardly what I was thinking, but I knew better than to say anything. I wanted to close my eyes and wait for it to be over, but I looked up at Katrina and tried to make it look like I was interested.
Katrina looked soft, her breasts and hips were rounded. In contrast to Katrina's curves, the cross was straight and cold. Katrina began to moan louder and struggle to force her body up so she could breathe better. I am sure Katrina wished that she could bring her fingers to her clit for just a minute to release the tension that was building inside her, but her arms were tightly fastened to the cross beam, and much of her weight hung from them.
I had tried the electro-stimulation vibrators, and I knew they could build up a huge orgasm without any physical stimulus. It was an amazing sensation to just lay back in your bed and let the tension slowly build to the point you could not resist it anymore. I had turned the electro-stimulation to the highest level once for a completely frictionless orgasm. While it was physically intense, I found it strangely not as satisfying as my fingers. I preferred to use my fingers at the end to push myself over the edge.
"I think it is time, Mirida," the client said.
I looked over, and he was pulling his pants down. I unfastened my gown again and knelt between his knees.
"I don't need that this time," he said. "I want to do it doggie style."
He pressed something, and a little platform rose out of the floor. I climbed on the platform on all fours, now facing the cross. The client slipped his cock into me and pushed it deep inside. I was surprised at how easily it slid into me. I was very wet.
The client began to thrust in and out slowly, and I began to moan. I only like the doggie position when I am extremely turned on and want to feel like I am being used. I looked up at Katrina, and it was clear that she was very close now. She was moaning loudly, and her chest heaved up for more air. As she raised her head, I could see the tension in her face. I realized that it was hard to tell if Katrina's expression was one of agony from the pain of crucifixion or pleasure from her impending orgasm. She writhed on the cross in some combination of pain and pleasure.
As her moans grew louder, I felt the tension begin to build in my own groin. The client was thrusting faster and harder, as Katrina's moans grew louder.
Katrina struggled upright on the cross and let out a scream as her body twisted and contorted in pain or pleasure. The client cried out too, as he thrust deeply into me. I felt my pussy muscles tighten up, gripping his cock, and then waves of pleasure rolled out across my stomach and legs as I cried out. I buried my head in my hands on the platform as the spasms in my loins slowly subsided.
The client had apparently finished too. He had collapsed back on the couch. I rolled on my side on the platform and lay there semi-conscious for some seconds. After some time, I sat up. I looked up towards the cross. Katrina was hanging almost lifeless. Her hair hung down over her head, making it difficult to see her face. I was not sure whether she was still alive or not.
I felt suddenly cold and dirty, but not the kind of dirt I could wash off with another shower. I went over to the couch and sat down next to the client. I leaned my naked body against his, because that is what we had been trained to do. He put his arms around my shoulder and pulled me close.
"I think she is almost finished," he said.
I did not say anything.
"Do you think I should put her out of her misery?" he asked.
"What do you mean, sir?" I inquired.
"She is just barely alive," he said. "I can explode her vibrator, and she will bleed to death in a few minutes. Who knows how long she might hang on in her current weakened state?"
It did not look to me like she was going to hang on for very long, and I found the idea of exploding the vibrator inside her revolting.
"She has suffered for three days," I said. "Let her pass on peacefully."
The client looked at me, surprised.
"If it were you up there, that is what you would want?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Very well," he said. "I will increase the gravity back to normal. We reduced the gravity to keep her alive this long."
He reached down and fiddled with some controls.
Katrina seemed to wake up and take another weak breath, but she could not force herself up on the cross anymore. The client got dressed, and so did I. He ordered some more juice for everyone to drink, and we sat sipping from our glasses as Katrina slowly expired on the cross.
A red light came on at the far end of the hall, and the client stood up.
"That light means her heart has stopped," he said, turning towards me. "Mirida, you have certainly lived up to your advanced billing."
I looked down. "I'm glad you were pleased," I said.
"I look forward to seeing more of you on future trips," he said, smiling down at me.
I did not know what that meant. Was he hoping to use me like he had today, or was he looking forward to watching me die? I didn't know, but I just bowed my head.
One of the guards came and led me back to my room.
The first thing I did was to get in the shower. I let the water run over my body for a long time, hoping it would make me feel clean again. I sat down on the floor of the shower and cried for a long time.
The next day, I was again brought to see the older man in the large office. I wondered if this was the Mr. Gobbi that the guard had said raised my price.
"The client was extremely pleased with your enthusiasm, Mirida," the man said.
I did not say anything, but just bowed my head.
"I don't think your enthusiasm was good acting either," he said. "I think you genuinely enjoyed yourself."
I didn't dare look up.
The man came out from behind his desk and approached me.
He pushed my chin up as he said, "It is nothing to be ashamed of. It was very erotic. It is just human nature."
I looked into his eyes. He looked like such a nice gentleman. It was hard to believe he might be in charge here.
"I understand why you are ashamed," he said. "But you shouldn't be."
I thought I should be.
The man stared at me for a minute.
"I think I should raise your price again," he said. "You are something special."
I looked down at the floor again.
"Keep it up, Mirida," he said. "And you will not have anything to worry about."
After the meeting, I was led back to my room.
For the next month, nothing unusual happened. There were no customers or at least customers who could afford to look at "A" list girls.
One day, I was brought to the large office with the older gentleman.
"Mirida, I have an unusual assignment for you," he said. "The Emperor of one of the frontier planets has brought a number of prisoners here for execution. These are people that have been found guilty of rape, murder or terrorism. You will be the companion to the Emperor in his private box."
I nodded.
"These executions will not be in our house," he said. "They will be at the public arena, and they will be broadcast back to the home world."
I nodded again.
"Of course," he added. "What goes on in the Emperor's box will not be broadcast."
I was brought to the beauty parlor to get my hair and nails done. Two guards brought me to a vehicle and accompanied me to the arena. I was taken up to a private box. It was empty, but the arena was filling up with people.
I sat alone in the box for some time. A man was brought out into the arena in robes. The robes were removed, leaving him naked. The man's hands were lashed to a metal frame. He was standing with his arms and legs spread and connected to the frame. He was left standing, fully exposed.
After a minute, the guards led a woman out into the arena. The guard was carrying a whip, which he handed to the woman when they got near the man. The woman positioned herself and then snapped the whip at the man. Clearly, she was not very experienced with whips, and the first stroke missed completely. The woman positioned her body differently and swung the whip again. This time it connected with the man's chest with a loud crack. Obviously, this was not a simple whip. It included some kind of an energy shock when it connected.
The woman positioned her body again and snapped the whip at the helpless man.This time the whip connected lower down close to the man's exposed genitals. The man's body twisted in pain from the energy-enhanced blow.
Suddenly, the door behind me burst open and the Emperor entered, followed by his entourage. I knelt and bowed low on the floor. The Emperor came up to me.
"Come," he said. "Sit with me."
I stood up and followed the Emperor to a chair in the front of the box. The Emperor was a tall, middle-aged man with a slender build. He was well-dressed in very contemporary-looking, but comfortable clothes, not the kind of clothes you would expect an Emperor to be wearing for an official state function. He settled into his seat, and I sat in the chair next to his.
The Emperor looked down at the proceedings in the area. There was now a different woman whipping the man tied to the structure in the middle of the arena. This woman was younger than the first and seemed to have better aim with the whip. She was clearly aiming for the genitals, and when she found the mark, the crowd in the arena let out a roar of approval.
"Do you understand what is going on?" the Emperor asked me.
"Not really, sir," I replied.
"This man is a convicted rapist," the Emperor said. "He has been found guilty of 23 rapes, but he probably committed more than 100. The women who were his victims have been offered the opportunity to whip him before he is executed. Several have taken the opportunity to do so today. We are broadcasting this live today to serve as a deterrent."
After a few minutes, another woman came out and took her turn with the whip. The man was clearly beginning to bleed from the whipping of his private parts. This woman was extremely accurate with her blows, landing several right on the man's cock. Each time, the man screamed in agony, and the crowd roared its approval.
After this woman was finished, several men came out with some equipment. They began attaching some metal rings to the man's cock and balls. These rings were attached to cables that ran down to something on the ground level. Next, they inserted a metal butt plug into the man's rear and connected it to a cable as well. They carefully checked his wrist and ankle connections to make sure they were secure. When they were satisfied, they left the arena.
A man dressed like a government official came out and began to read the charges against the man. This took some time, since there were so many charges. The crowd was clearly getting a little restless. He then gestured up towards the Emperor's booth.
The Emperor stood up next to me and held up his hands for silence. The crowd gradually became quiet. When the crowd had settled down, the Emperor reached forward and threw a switch on the barrier in front of him.
The man screamed as his body was jolted by a burst of energy, and the crowd roared its approval. It did not look to be continuous, but rather a few-second burst of energy every 10 or 15 seconds.
The Emperor sat back down and turned to me.
"This will take a quarter hour or more," the Emperor said. "At least that is what we have been promised. The energy bursts should completely burn away his genitals before the device finishes him off."
I looked down and could see the man try to bend over with each jolt, but with his wrists and ankles restrained, he could not. Even from this distance, I could start to see signs of burnt flesh around his crotch. The crowd was getting louder, but I really didn't want to look, so I concentrated my attention on the Emperor.
I was not sure what I was supposed to do. I thought it would be more than just sit in a chair next to the Emperor, but I was going to follow the Emperor's lead and just sit for the moment.
"This form of execution is especially appropriate for a rapist, don't you think?" the Emperor asked me.
I nodded, but didn't want to look at what was going on below in the arena. I kept my eyes on the Emperor and a smile painted on my face.
The rapist's cries and the crowd noise grew louder. The Emperor and other people in the booth were concentrating on the arena below. It sounded like he would not last much longer. I glanced down and saw him withering in pain with a large patch of burned flesh around his lower abdomen. I quickly looked back to the Emperor. He seemed to be intently staring down at the spectacle in the arena. I looked down at the floor and hoped this would soon be over.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a minute, there was wild cheering from the crowd. The Emperor was standing up again and reached for another switch. He hesitated a minute as the crowd cheering grew louder still, and then he threw the switch. Even over the crowd noise, I could hear the screech and explosion of multiple blaster discharges. When I looked down, the man and parts of the chains that had restrained him were gone. His body and parts of the chains had been completely vaporized.
After the crowd began to settle down again, the Emperor sat down again and looked over at me.
"What do you think of it?" the Emperor asked.
Not knowing what to say, I replied, "I think he got what he deserved."
The Emperor nodded.
"You may find what's coming up interesting too," the Emperor said. "Even though it is not an execution."
I looked down at the arena. Men were pushing a number of platforms out with some kind of small device sticking up in the center.
"On our world, we execute only the most violent and dangerous rapists," the Emperor said. "We have another very fitting punishment for most rapists."
I glanced at the platforms being positioned in the arena below, but still didn't understand what they were for.
"We castrate them," the Emperor said.
I had heard that some frontier worlds used a drug on child molesters which was supposed to permanently remove the sex drive, but administering a drug would not make much of a show. This was going to be a real castration.
"The rape victims will activate the actual castration of their rapists," the Emperor said. "If you were raped, would you want to castrate your rapists?"
Hadn't I been raped multiple times? Wasn't the Emperor going to rape me? Would I want to castrate the Emperor?
"Of course," I said, mostly as the answer I thought the Emperor wanted.
"The victims will also have the option to take their rapist's penis," the Emperor said. "Would you do that?"
Cutting off the penis was a good start of what I wanted to do to the men who ran the Yatus colony, but just the start.
"Yes, sir," I replied.
"I suspect most of these women will agree with you," the Emperor said.
The crowd began to make noise again, and I looked down to see three men being led naked into the arena. Each man had a collar around the neck, and the collars were chained together. They were led to the platforms. Each man was separated from the chain and led to a platform. When he was standing on the platform, his feet and wrists were fastened to restraints, and then the device in the middle was brought up and fitted around his penis and balls. I suspected this device had some sort of laser surgical cutters built into them.
With the three men securely in place, the guards left the arena. The government official entered the arena again, followed by three women. The government official read out the charge against the first man and then handed the first woman a small box. She immediately pressed the button, and the man screamed as his balls were cleanly cut off. There were big screens all around the arena that showed close-ups of the balls falling to the ground. The women smiled, and then pressed the second button. The man screamed again, and the screens showed his penis being cut off and falling to the ground. The crowd cheered.
The first man now hung limp from his restraints. The official moved on to the second man and read out the charges and sentence for the second man.
The Emperor leaned over to me and said, "This is all done without anything to deaden the pain either."
I nodded, as the second man screamed. I looked back to see his balls drop to the ground on the big screens. The crowd was roaring its approval. The women seemed to be looking around, waiting for something. When the crowd began to quiet down a little, she looked back at her rapist and pressed the second button. The man screamed again, and his penis fell to the ground. The crowd roared its approval again.
I wondered, were these men really rapists? They seemed to be very handsome men, not the kind I would expect to be so desperate as to rape women. Perhaps they only chose the very handsome ones to do this.
The official was now reading out the charges and sentence for the last man. He handed the last woman the remote control, but she did not immediately press any of the buttons. She walked over closer to the man and was saying something that we could not hear. Finally, she pressed the button. The man screamed, and the monitors showed his balls dropping to the ground. The woman walked up onto the platform and stepped on his balls to a roar from the crowd.
The woman then pointed down at his penis and said more things to the man. After several minutes of conversation, she took several steps back, then pressed the second button. The large screens showed the man's penis fall to the ground, as the man screamed. The crowd roared its approval again.
"It looks like all three women agreed with you," the Emperor said, "and took their rapist's penis."
I nodded.
The three men were being led out of the arena, and the platforms they had been on were being pushed out in a different direction. A large platform was pushed out from one end of the arena. The purpose of this platform looked clear. There was a high beam that ran above the platform and about 20 nooses hung down above an elevated section that ran under the beam."This is the execution I have been waiting for," the Emperor said. "This is a group of terrorists who plotted to assassinate me."
As the Emperor said that, a line of naked people chained together at the neck was led into the arena. Most were young men, but there were two older men and three young women included in the group. When the group reached the hanging platform, they were unlocked one by one and led up a movable staircase onto the shelf. They were positioned with a noose around their neck. Each noose was carefully adjusted so that it was taut and the knot was positioned near their left ear. Each of the people standing on the shelf had their wrists tied behind them.
When the last person was positioned on the shelf with the noose around his neck, the stairway was moved away and the group was left standing alone as the guards exited the arena.
The Emperor stood and held out his hands for silence. It took a minute for the crowd in the arena to quiet down.
"These twenty-one terrorists plotted to kill me," the Emperor said. "And now they will pay the price for their crimes and their total disregard for moral principles. Tonight we show our determination to uphold the historic principles that have made us strong by subjecting these traitors to the traditional punishment that has been used throughout all of history for treason."
With that, he touched a control on the railing, and the shelf began to slowly move down.
The Emperor sat back down next to me and leaned over.
"These bastards are in for a surprise," the Emperor said. "They think this will all be over in two minutes, but this is going to be a slow hanging."
Having watched a girl hang for hours, I knew this was possible with anti-gravity platforms. There must be an anti-grav generator built into the hanging platform.
As I looked back, the crowd roared as the shelf descended far enough that the group's legs were now swinging free. Their feet were not tied. Some seemed to be hanging quietly trying to accept their fate, but a number were wildly kicking around. The big screens in the arena panned along the hanging men and women. All of the men seemed to have erect penises. The Emperor must have seen me staring at the screen.
"It is a widely believed myth that men get erections when they are hanged," the Emperor said. "To make sure no one here was disappointed, we gave them a special secret drug."
I nodded.
"But it looks like we may have overdone it," the Emperor laughed.
The roar in the arena was now mixed with laughter as the screens zoomed in on each man's erection. Then suddenly the penis of one of the men jerked and shot some cum on the ground. The man shuddered and then went limp as the crowd roared.
"This drug is working as well as I was told it would," the Emperor said, smiling at me.
There was another roar from the crowd. I looked at the screen to see another one of the young men shudder and go limp. Then several more men did the same thing. The crowd was going crazy.
The women were still struggling. I wondered if only the men had been given this drug. As time passed, one after another of the men ejaculated and then went limp. Their faces were now turning blue. The women were beginning to turn blue in the face too, but they seemed to still struggle a little.
The crowd seemed to settle down as the last signs of life faded from the condemned. All of the naked men and women hung silently, a few slowly twisting on the end of their ropes.
"I think that is the end of them," the Emperor said. "I hope the rest of their terrorist friends get the message."
The Emperor stood up and looked back at me.
"Come," he said.
I stood up and followed towards the back of the box. The Emperor exited the box and I tried to follow, but a guard stepped in front of me and ordered me to follow him. In the hall, there were more of the Emperor's private guards. I could see the Emperor entering another door flanked by guards. I was led to the same entrance and into a large room surrounded by three guards.
The room had a large low bed but otherwise appeared to be empty. I had seen the Emperor enter this room, but he was nowhere to be seen and I could not see any other exit. The guards seemed to be just waiting, so I had no choice but to wait too.
Suddenly, a section of the sidewall slid open and the Emperor stepped into the room. After the door had slid closed, I could not see the entrance even knowing it had been there.
"Leave her here with me," the Emperor said.
The guards looked at each other, unsure if they should follow this order.
"She is but one unarmed slave girl," the Emperor added. "I can handle her."
The guards slowly departed, leaving me alone with the Emperor.
"They act like you are one of the terrorists," the Emperor said. "You aren't a trained assassin, are you?"
"No, sir," I said, looking down at the floor.
"I didn't think so," the Emperor laughed. "Of course, if you were, you wouldn't tell me anyway."
"Come," the Emperor gestured towards the bed. "Let's try this thing out."
I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. The Emperor went over to some hidden controls on the wall, and suddenly the solid walls on three sides of the room appeared to turn into windows onto the arena. Even the door I had entered by had appeared to vanish. I had heard of this kind of technology, but had never seen it applied like this. The effect was very impressive.
I could see that the hanging platform had been moved to the end of the arena, but the victims were still hanging lifelessly from it. A new platform was being pushed to the center of the arena now.
"There is nothing so stimulating as watching your would-be assassins hung," the Emperor said. "It is some primeval instinct that sexually stimulates the survivor of a combat to the death."
This made no sense to me. The Emperor had simply ordered the execution. There had been no combat. Perhaps these terrorists had come very close to succeeding before being captured.
"Yes, sir," I said, not daring to contradict the Emperor.
"Now, as the victor I will have my prize," the Emperor said.
I assumed I was the Emperor's prize.
The Emperor grabbed my gown and ripped it down the front. He pulled me up out of it and then lay me back down on the bed. He lifted my legs up in the air, and then suddenly he entered me. All this had happened so quickly that I was not prepared and he had a hard time forcing himself into me. I let out a gasp of pain, which I tried to disguise as a gasp of pleasure. The Emperor seemed to be unconcerned with me, and proceeded to force himself deeper into me. At least I was beginning to lubricate, which allowed me to relax and let the Emperor have his way with me.
After several minutes, the Emperor arched his back and let out a cry. As I had been taught in slave school, I arched my back and twisted my face in a faked orgasm. The Emperor lay down on the bed exhausted. I sat up and looked down on him. I realized that if I were an assassin, this would be the moment to strike. Alas, I had no training for that. Instead, I lay down next to the Emperor and placed my arms around him.
After a couple of minutes' rest, the Emperor pushed me away and sat up again.
"You actually are a prize worth winning," the Emperor said, smiling at me. I guess that was a compliment, perhaps on my appearance or the quality of my fake orgasm.
The Emperor stood up and fastened his pants back up. On the wall, I noticed that two crosses had been set up and two women were being fastened to the crosses before they were erected.
"Ah, yes," the Emperor said. "The final show for today, a Dandurian enhanced crucifixion."
Danduria was the developer of a torture machine rumored to be used by criminals, spies, and some law enforcement agencies on the frontier worlds. While it did no physical damage, it made the victim feel like their body was racked with pain. Crucifixion was already supposed to be one of the most painful ways to die. Why did they need to make it worse with a Dandurian torture machine?
The Emperor watched the crosses being erected.
"These two are not really criminals," he said. "In fact, we got them right here on Yatus. They are Cordelain slaves, just like you, but we made up some crime for the crowd."
With the crosses now erect, the women were struggling to hold themselves upright. While the walls showed what was going on in the arena, there was no sound. Suddenly, both women appeared to scream, and their bodies went rigid. This must be the effect of the Dandurian torture machine.
"Ah, yes," the Emperor smiled. "That is just a taste of what is to come. Too bad I won't have time to stay all afternoon and watch."
The Emperor walked over to the controls and turned off the wall displays. He then walked over to the door and out of the room. In a moment, one of the guards was in the room, ordering me to get up and follow him. I found what remained of my clothes on the floor and draped it over myself.
A few hours later, I was back in my room. I took a shower, but it didn't really make me feel clean. I was not sure I could ever feel clean again.
I expected a visit from one of the managers, but the house seemed very quiet the next day. I was taken to the gym for exercise, but that was all. Nights were usually very quiet, but something different was going on that night. There were people coming and going in the halls late at night. Suddenly, my door opened and a strangely dressed security man or policeman entered the room and ordered me to follow him. In the hall, he put a collar around my neck and fastened me to a chain, and then led me towards the lobby of the building.
When we got to the main entry, there were many similarly dressed policemen guarding a group of slave girls who were locked together.The regular house guards were also standing around with several policemen watching them. My guard added me to the chain of women and departed. I looked at the other women. I recognized some of the women, but not all of them. They were obviously just as worried as I was about what this all meant.
A large vehicle arrived at the front entrance, and all the women were led out and put into the back of it. The vehicle ride lasted only a few minutes, and I recognized the back entrance to the arena that I had been at only a couple days before. We were led off the vehicle to a large room. There were already around ten women from our house sitting in the room.
"You will not be harmed here as long as you obey," one of the guards said in a loud voice. "Sit here and wait for your name to be called. Absolutely no talking."
Then the guard began to remove the chains from our collars, but left the collars on. I sat down on one of the benches next to some women I had never seen before. Several girls were whispering to each other. I whispered to the girl next to me, "What is happening?"
"Change of ownership," the girl whispered back to me.
It seemed unlikely that all these policemen would be needed if the house had just been sold. This looked more like a police takeover of the house.
Another group of women arrived and took seats in the room. I had not realized that our house had this many women. Could some of these be from another house?
Suddenly my vision froze. Sitting near the end of the bench of women that had just arrived was one that looked just like Katrina, the woman I watched die on the cross with a very wealthy client. That was not possible. I had watched her die, hadn't I?
I looked around at the policemen. They had told us to sit on the benches, but there were only two policemen in the room, and they were distracted right now by the new arrivals. I got up and walked over to the women that looked like Katrina and sat down next to her. I checked, but it seemed that none of the policemen had noticed.
I leaned over and whispered, "You are Katrina?"
The woman looked at me a little puzzled.
"Yes," she whispered. "But I don't know you."
"Mirida," I said. "I thought you were dead."
"Don't say that," Katrina said with some panic in her voice.
"I saw you die on the cross," I protested.
Katrina looked around to check the policemen guarding us.
"Don't ever tell anyone that," she said.
I looked at her puzzled.
"I was dead," Katrina whispered. "They brought me back with some new, secret technology. It doesn't always work. My memory is very hazy. I don't remember the time on the cross or seeing you."
"You mean they try to bring all the women back to life," I asked.
"No," she said. "Most they cannot. Time is important and how you died. If you bleed to death, there is nothing they can do. Like when a client explodes one of those vibrators inside you."
I had seen that with my first client.
"What are they going to do with you now?" I asked.
"They don't know," Katrina said. "They just want to keep it secret that I'm alive."
Katrina looked around at the police that still seemed to be busy with papers.
"Look," Katrina whispered. "I would move away and forget everything I told you. I don't think these ones have figured it out yet, but they will eventually. If they remember the two of us talking, you may be in big trouble."
I nodded. I looked around at the policemen, who all seemed to have their noses in some papers or books. I quickly slipped over to another bench and looked in a different direction. I carefully avoided looking back at Katrina again.
I guess it made sense that they wanted to keep it a secret that they had some technology to bring the dead back to life, at least as long as they had not been dead too long. The customers might feel cheated if they found out, and demand their money back.
The policemen started calling names one at a time. As each woman's name was called, she was led away to another room and did not return. Eventually, my name was called, and I was led to a room where two men I had never seen before sat behind a large table with several young assistants standing behind them. These, I took it, were the new owners of the house. They were looking at some papers in front of them. One of the assistants pointed to some items and whispered in the older man's ear.
"So, you are Mirida," the older man said, looking up at me. "I have heard about you."
I looked down at the floor.
"The notes here indicate the Emperor was very pleased with your last assignment," the man continued.
I looked up, but did not say anything.
"All your clients have been very pleased," he said. "If you keep up this kind of work, you should have many more years to look forward to as one of our star attractions."
"Yes, sir," I said.
"Take her back to her room," the man said. "And make sure she gets special treatment."
The guards acknowledged the order, and I turned to follow them out of the room.
"Wait a minute," the man ordered. "Bring her back."
One of the assistants was pointing to something on the papers.
"You were an officer on a merchant starship?" he asked.
"A junior officer, sir," I replied.
"Did you play Tocana?" he asked.
Tocana is a gambling game that is very popular with the crews of merchant ships.
"Yes, the officers played once or twice a week," I replied.
"Did you win or lose?" he asked.
"I usually lost a small amount," I said. "But sometimes I would win."
He studied me for a minute.
"Okay. Take her away," he said. "And make sure she gets some new clothes and some vids to watch."
The policemen nodded, and we turned and went out again. This time I was the only person in the back of a much smaller vehicle. After a few minutes, we arrived back at the house, and the policeman brought me into the lobby to turn me over to the regular house guards. One of the guards led me up to my old room again. Even though it was the middle of the morning, I took a shower and went to bed. I did not know what to think of the events of the night, but I was so exhausted I quickly fell asleep.
I was awakened from a deep sleep by someone saying, "Wake up, Mirida."
I forced my eyes open to see a well-dressed man with a guard standing behind him.
"We are moving you to a better room," the man said.
I had never seen this man before, but I recognized the guard. I slowly began to sit up to get out of bed. I was only wearing panties, but given my experience, I was now used to being nude around the guards and managers.
"Here," the man said, handing me a large bag. "Get dressed and put your belongings in this. We will wait outside."
The man turned and walked out. The guard looked surprised, but followed him out. It took only a few minutes to get dressed and ready. I only had a few changes of clothes the house had issued me. I knocked on the door, and the guard opened it.
"Follow me," the manager said.
We went down some halls I had never been in before to a lift that took us up two floors. I had never been on these floors before. The halls looked similar, but when the opened the door to my new room, I could immediately see that it was almost twice the size of my old room. The room also had a much larger shower and dressing area and a large video screen.
"I think you will find this room much nicer," the manager said.
"It looks very nice," I said.
"The videos are available anytime," he said.
My old room had a very small video screen, and it only worked for two hours in the evening.
"We will leave you now to rest," the manager said. "Someone will come to bring you to dinner."
Up to now, meals had been brought to my room.
"Bring me to dinner?" I asked.
"Yes," the manager replied. "You will be eating dinner with some of the staff."
The manager and guard left me alone in my new room. I wondered what all these changes meant. What changes were the new management planning? Why was I being treated so well? It made me feel uneasy.
A few hours later, the guards came to get me for dinner. I was brought to a small room on the lower level. There was a table set for dinner, and I was directed to take a seat near the end of the table. Three guards sat at the table, and we sat there in silence for several minutes, until a well-dressed man I had never seen before arrived and sat at the head of the table.
"Hello, Mirida," the man said. "I am one of the new owners of this house."
I nodded. I guess that made him my owner too.
"I hear that you have some experience with Tocana," he said.
"Yes, sir," I said.
Several men dressed as waiters began to bring in food, which was served to all of us. It was much better food than I had been getting, but nothing spectacular.
The owner proceeded to quiz me on the basic rules of Tocana, which is not that complicated. Each player gets four tokens. Eventually, 5 tokens are placed in the middle for everyone. The object is to make the highest and lowest set of 5 tokens using 3 from the common tokens and 2 from your 4 tokens. For the high set, there is a ranking based on pairs, triplets, and sequences and colors. For the low set, only tokens of value eight or less are allowed with no pairs. Some plays, no one can make a low set, so the high set gets all the bets, but usually the high and low hand split the bets.
One of the guards picked up where the owner left off, asking about strategy.
I explained my basic strategy, which a lieutenant taught me one night after I had lost a lot of credits in the weekly officers' Tocana game on my ship. The basic idea is you only want to play starting tokens that have a chance of being both the high and low winner, so you get all the bets, and if your chances do not look good after the first three common tokens, get away from it.
When I was finished, the guard nodded and looked back to the owner at the head of the table."We are going to give you a chance to show your skill at Tocana," the new owner said.
I could not imagine what he was talking about. I had no money. Unless we were just playing for fun, I didn't see how I could play with this group, but I didn't say anything. I just nodded.
"The game will be in a few days," he continued. "You will play against some of the other women."
So no one in the game will have any money. What was the point of this game?
"If you are wondering where you will get the money for this game," he said. "We will loan it to you. If you cannot pay your loan back at the end, we will take it out on you with the Dandurian whip."
I had heard of the Dandurian whip. It was supposed to be unbearably painful, but did not do any actual physical damage or leave any marks. That was certainly an incentive to win, since I doubted they would let me keep any money if I won. Still, it didn't really explain the point of it all. If they wanted to whip some of their slaves, they didn't need a Tocana game. They could just do it.
"Yes, sir," I said. Slaves did not question their owner. Maybe this was something some client wanted to watch.
I was led back to my room.
The next week or so seemed normal. I was again allowed to work out in the gym. The food I was getting seemed better than it had been, but I was still forced to eat all meals alone in my room and had no contact with anyone, other than the guards. No one mentioned Tocana.
Then in the evening after dinner, a guard came to my room and announced he would be back in an hour to get me for the Tocana game. About an hour later, he returned and led me to a part of the building I had never been to before. We arrived at a large room with a low ceiling. In the middle of the room was a circular table set up with an automatic Tocana game. I had seen these in casinos, but no ship I had been on could afford something like this. Instead of dealing plastic or metal tokens, there was a control unit in the middle of the table and each player had a small console. The consoles had very directional screens that could only be seen when seated directly in front of the screen. There were a number of chairs at one side of the room, and there were screens set up facing the chairs. I gathered these screens would be showing those watching the tokens that everyone had so they could follow the game more closely.
The guard motioned me to one of the seats at the table, and I sat down. There was one other woman I did not recognize already seated at the table. Over the next few minutes, four more women were brought into the room and took a seat at the table. I did not recognize any of them.
Other men were filtering into the room, taking up the seats along the wall. Most of these men I recognized as managers or guards, but a few I had never seen before.
A man came around and placed a stack of chips in front of each of the women players.
The new owner from the dinner a week ago arrived with a small entourage that included two well-dressed women. The women and the others found seats, while the owner walked around behind the table so he was facing both the seated audience and us.
"Tonight we have a Tocana game for your entertainment," he said. "Each player has 1000 credits. The game will end when the first player goes broke. For each 100 credits a player is down, she will receive one lash with the Dandurian whip."
He gestured towards one end of the room where something was fastened to the wall. It looked like a whip with long strands of material hanging from a handle that had a power cell attached to it. I gathered that was a Dandurian whip, although I had never seen one before.
"You all understand the rules," he continued. "This is a no-limit Tocana game, with the usual all-in rules, so let the game begin."
The officers always played no-limit back on my ship, but as I had been taught, you never put all your money on the table. No-limit was tricky. People with more money in the game could force you to go all-in at any time. Sometimes your tokens were just too good to fold, or you were sure they were bluffing and just trying to push you around. Bad luck could clean you out quickly, so you always wanted to have enough cash in your pocket to buy back in to the game several times to get a chance to win your money back.
There was no chance of buying your way back into this game. If I went all-in and lost, it was 10 lashes with the Dandurian whip! I would have to be very careful and not take chances. Of course, that was what this game was all about, taking chances.
The game started slowly. All the other women were playing carefully too. It soon became clear to me that while all of these women knew the rules of the game, it seemed none of them really knew anything about strategy or what kind of tokens to play. You might think that would make it easy for me to win, and it would in the long run, but in a game like this, it made it even more tricky. In a game against skilled players, you could be sure they would never play certain kinds of tokens, but these women were playing anything. I would have to be doubly careful.
I folded most of my hands. Saw the first tokens on the board with a few and quickly folded when I missed. My stack of chips was slowly dwindling by the small losses and open fees. I decided that with the pots so big, I needed to play more starting tokens that could connect and see what happened.
A few hands later, I got one, two, and two three tokens. I decided to play this and see what developed. The board showed another three, giving me 3 threes, but that would never hold up for the high hand. If the board paired or the last three came, that might be high, but my low looked pretty good. Several women called, with Kate leading the betting. My tokens did not improve on the final board, and Kate bet 100 credits, a large bet for the game so far. She had been getting more aggressive, but I thought I had the low, and half the pot looked pretty good right now. One other woman called us too.
Thankfully, I did have the low, and Kate had a straight for the high, so we split the pot. The pot was big enough, even though we split it. I was now up a little.
I continued to play very carefully, and saw my chip count slowly shrink to one then two strokes of the Dandurian whip. Two of the women were getting dangerously low on chips, and I was afraid one of them would bust out of the game soon. That would mean 10 strokes for her, but 2 or maybe more for me. I desperately needed to win another big pot, but my tokens were just not connecting with the board.
Then what I feared happened. Kate forced Shiria, one of the weak players with only a few chips left, to go all-in. I watched in horror as the common tokens appeared on the board. I was hoping for a split pot that would at least keep the game going. Then I noticed Shiria had a half-smile on her face. Had her tokens connected with this board?
The last common token appeared, and the board flashed the results. Not only had Shiria not busted out, she had scooped both sides of the pot! She had good starting tokens that connected with the board. Kate had lousy starting tokens that had completely missed the board.
Suddenly, luck and the texture of the game shifted. All the women realized how Kate had been pushing them around, and began to call her down.
I finally got a good starting hand, two ones, three and four tokens. Kate was in the pot with several other women, and Kate opened the pot. I just called her, because my hand could always miss the board, but it connected this time. I was sure I had both sides of this pot.
Kate led the betting again, and I decided to just call her to disguise the strength of my hand. The next token on the board was no help to me, but I didn't think I needed any help. Kate led the betting again, and I decided this was the time to trap her. Rather than just calling, I bet all my chips. From experience, players are suspicious of all-in bets on the end. They are more likely to call with at least one token to come. Going all-in when a token comes on the board which could not possibly help a good player's hand always makes it more likely a weak hand will call.
Kate stared at me. She still had enough chips to call my bet without going all-in, but it would take most of what she had. Kate thought for several minutes, and then pushed her chips into the pot. All the other women folded. I didn't even notice what the final board token was, but the board flashed that I had scooped the pot.
Kate stared at me in disbelief. I looked at her tokens. She actually had a good low. Mine was just a little better. I could hear many hushed conversations amongst the audience, but could not make out what any of them were saying.
Kate was now very low on chips. Every time she tried to enter a pot, someone would try to force her all-in, and she was forced to drop out. Finally, she was so low on chips that she had to go all-in. She had a fair set of tokens, but they completely missed, and she busted out of the game. I smiled, because I was well ahead thanks to Kate's overly aggressive play.
As soon as the hand ended, guards moved forward to grab Kate and three other women who were down a little to a lot. The audience began to clap and cheer. It was not clear whether they were cheering the winners or the losers of this game.
The guards lined the 4 women up at the end of the room. The new owner moved towards the women and whispered something to one of the guards.
"Shiria won the final hand," the new owner announced. "So I have decided she will not be punished."
One of the guards led Shiria back to her seat.
The guards stripped the first girl naked and fastened her hands to restraints in the wall, while another guard got the Dandurian whip ready.Dandurian whips, like other Dandurian torture devices, were illegal everywhere. Nonetheless, they were available on many of the frontier worlds, especially those that had signed the Cordelian treaty.
The first girl received a single stroke, but when the strands of the whip hit her back, she cried out in agony. The small group of men and a few women watching from the chairs cheered at this first blow. Her body became rigid, and then a shudder seemed to run across her shoulders and arms as the pain slowly faded from her mind. There were no marks on her body, but the girl was left slumped against the wall sobbing.
The guards unfastened her, and one of them helped her from the room, since she could not seem to walk on her own. All that from a single blow from the Dandurian whip! What would 10 do?
The second girl was to get 6 strokes. The first stroke had a similar effect on her, leaving her crying with her body hanging from her wrist restraints. The guard allowed the full impact of each stroke before administering the next. The audience cheered each new blow. The girl's cries initially grew louder with each additional stroke, but then faded on the final strokes. She seemed to have passed out between strokes, but each additional stroke brought her back to consciousness briefly. When her ordeal was over, two guards had to carry her away.
Kate had watched this bravely, knowing it was her turn next. She was older than most of the slaves I had seen there. Her face seemed emotionless as the guards removed her clothes and fastened her wrists to the wall. She lowered her head to rest against the wall as she braced herself for the first blow. When it landed, she screamed in agony. The audience cheered, but I and the other slaves remained silently thankful we did not have to endure this. Kate seemed to lose consciousness by the third blow. Her body would hang against the wall until the next blow landed. When it was over, she seemed totally unconscious as the guards carried her away.
The new owner stood up and said, "That concludes our entertainment for tonight. Let's all give a round of applause for all the contestants."
There was a polite round of applause, and then everyone began to get up and leave. A guard came up behind me to escort me back to my room.
The new owner seemed to make eye contact with me from the other side of the room and smiled, but said nothing, as I was led out.
Nothing seemed to have changed the next day. I resumed my regular schedule of exercise, beauty treatments, and leisure time. If I hadn't been a slave with the constant threat of execution forced to provide sexual gratification for wealthy perverts, I would have thought this was a good way to relax.
Some weeks later, a guard arrived in my room early in the morning and announced, "Pack your bags. You are going on a trip."
I was puzzled.
"How long a trip?" I asked.
"It's ten days to get there," the guard said.
That was a long trip. Clearly, we were going far from the Yatus colony. By starship, this could be almost any of the inhabited worlds.
I packed all my belongings in a bag, assuming this would be a round trip. I hoped that was not being optimistic. I was quickly loaded into a ground car and traveled back to the starport. The ship could have been the same one that brought me to Yatus, but I was not sure. I was locked into a room similar to the one on my trip to the Yatus colony.
It was several hours before the ship finally lifted off. Of course, no one told me why we had to wait. The trip was similar to my trip to Yatus. I was kept locked in my cabin all but one hour per day, when I was allowed to use the small on-board gym. I saw no one except two guards. I was treated and fed well, but bored and lonely. I had lots of time to think about what this trip was about, and I did not like most of the ideas.
I had no idea where we were when the ship finally landed. It was obviously a frontier world from the looks of the spaceport, but not one I knew. I was whisked away from the spaceport in a low-altitude flying transport along with the two guards from the ship. We traveled for more than an hour across rather barren landscapes with no sign of human habitation. Then we crossed a mountain range and were flying over a green valley with rivers and forests. The craft then turned slightly and approached a small rounded hill with huge buildings on top. As we came closer, I could see on the top of the hill what looked like one of the largest houses I had ever seen. Surrounding it, lower down on the hill, were many outbuildings and some smaller houses. We landed on a pad next to the big house. There were four other small flying craft there and one that was much bigger.
After we disembarked, one guard watched me while the other went ahead to meet someone. He came back in a moment and motioned for me to follow him. We were met by another guard, apparently a local. He led us to a back entrance and then down a ramp into the hill under the house. There I was led to a small, well-lit, comfortable-looking room. The guards dropped my bags.
"You will be staying here tonight," he said.
I nodded.
"I hear she is quite good," the local guard said.
The two Yatus guards nodded their heads.
"We will see tomorrow," the local guard said as he closed the door.
What did that mean? What was I "quite good" at? Had I been brought all this way to provide sexual services? That didn't make any sense. There didn't seem to be any other slaves from the house on the ship. They wouldn't send me on one ship and other slaves on another. Were they planning to execute me tomorrow?
It just didn't make sense.
While the bed in the room was comfortable, I had trouble falling asleep. I kept wondering if this was my last night. I must have finally fallen asleep, because I was awakened with a start by a local guard bringing breakfast. I was just finishing my breakfast when I heard people outside, and the door opened again. There stood the new owner of my house. Had he come on the same ship I did? If he did, I had never seen him.
"Well, Mirida, today you get to show how good you really are at Tocana," he said.
Tocana! They had brought me halfway across the galaxy to play Tocana. That did not make sense, but I nodded and tried not to betray my thoughts.
"This time you will be playing for higher stakes," he said. "Your life."
What did he mean?
"Excuse me, sir," I said. "I do not understand."
"The owner of this house has arranged for a night of rather special entertainment," he said. "It will climax with a truly high-stakes Tocana tournament. Players that bust out will be executed on the spot."
This is what it was all about. Now I understood why I had been brought here.
"The other players will all be slaves like you," he continued. "But I suspect they will be better players than the slaves you played on Yatus. You will have to play well to survive this night, but I have seen you play and know you can do it. I would not risk you in this game if I did not have confidence in your ability."
He was trying to be reassuring, but I didn't feel reassured at all. He had decided to bet on me, but it was my life he was betting, not his.
"The game will be late tonight," he said. "You can relax here until then. You might want to get some sleep so you will be sharp tonight."
With that, he turned and left me alone to contemplate my fate. Sleep would be a logical thing to do, but I was way too upset to even think about sleep. I tried to sit, but ended up pacing around my room like a caged animal. I felt helpless to do anything.
A few hours later, a man I had never seen before came to explain the details of the game.
"You will be strapped into a chair," he said. "This is an execution chair. There are special dual dildos built into this chair. The losers are executed by passing energy through their body. How much energy, how painful it will be, and how long the losers will suffer depends on the Prince. He will have the controls and can make the execution relatively quick and painless or long and painful as he pleases."
I had my guess what this Prince would pick.
"After the losers are dead," he continued. "They will be vaporized with a blaster."
Well, that sounded very final. No chance of bringing anyone back to life after their body had been reduced to gas and dust.
"There are controls for the game built into the arms of the chair," he said. "You will be given 1,000 credits. The game is no-limit Tocana. If you lose all your credits, you will be executed immediately. There will be seven other players. The game will end when four of the eight players have lost the ultimate stakes."
"Do you understand this?" he asked.
I nodded.
"They will bring you to be strapped into the chair shortly," he said, and then turned and left me alone to think again.
In a few minutes, a guard showed up, but instead of taking me somewhere, he brought a hairdresser and a makeup person. They washed, dried, and trimmed my hair, including my pubic hair. A Cordelian slave must always look good, even at her execution.
When they finally finished with my hair and makeup, there were two other guards waiting to take me away. They led me down dimly lit corridors under the house to stairs that led up to the main level.
I was led along several brightly lit corridors and into a room with the special execution/Tocana chairs. Each chair had a dildo in the center of the seat.
"Take off your clothes," ordered a man dressed like a technician.
I slipped quickly out of my slave dress that was so flimsy it hid little anyway. The technician spread some kind of lubricant on the dildo.
"Now, take your seat," the technician ordered.
I squatted down and slowly let the dildo slide in.It was painful as it forced its way in, but after a minute, the discomfort seemed only minor. The technician was busy strapping my arms to the chair, then my legs. There were metal bands run across my chest, one just below my breasts and one just above. He then fitted a bra-like support cage over each of my breasts that ran between these two metal bands. This cage supported my breasts, but had a large hole at the end through which my nipple protruded. After a minute, the technician came back with another dildo with a short wire attached to it. He slid it into my vagina and attached the wire to the chair.
"There," he said. "You are all set."
"The game control buttons are here," he said, pointing to the ends of both arms. "I really wish you good luck tonight. It would be such a waste to vaporize someone as lovely as you."
"Perhaps you could rig the game for me then," I said.
"Oh, no," he said. "I couldn't do that. If the Prince found out, he would have me vaporized."
He walked over to the corner and pushed some controls. The wall opposite us suddenly became transparent, and we could see into a room with a large Tocana console in the center. There were half a dozen young men strapped into chairs around the console.
"You may find the end of this Tocana game interesting to watch," he said. "These men are playing for somewhat different stakes."
I looked at him, not understanding what he meant.
"The losers here are instantly castrated," he said. "Actually, not just castrated, nullified. It is all vaporized away, even the nipples."
The room had a balcony around it, and I could see people watching the game on the other side. There were screens on the balcony that probably allowed them to follow the game, but from this level, I could not tell anything about the state of the game.
Suddenly, one of the chairs moved back from the console, and a blue light flashed in the chair. The man was crying out in agony. Two guards came forward and unfastened him from the chair. They had to lift him out of the chair because he was too weak to stand on his own. They turned him around so that everyone could see. There was a bright red scar where his penis and balls had been. Only a couple of drops of blood ran down his legs, so the wound must have been sealed by the vaporization.
How could people view this kind of mutilation of other human beings as entertainment? I couldn't believe that this technician thought I would find this enjoyable, a sort of final treat for the condemned before I was vaporized for entertainment.
I resolved to do my level best to make sure it was some other Cordelian slave girls that were vaporized tonight. It would not be fair to them, but nothing here was fair. I just wanted to survive. With survival, there is hope.
A few minutes later, another of the young men met his fate and had his manhood vaporized.
"Well, that's it," the technician said. "You are up next."
The guards began to clear the remaining men from the room, and then a guard came and wheeled my chair out into the room. I looked at the other women around the console. Most were typical Cordelian slaves, a little older than I was. They had mostly led hard lives that showed in their faces and bodies. One of the women, though, did not look like any Cordelian slave girl I had ever seen. She was very young-looking, and she had elaborate body jewelry set in her stomach. This kind of body jewelry was common on free women, but Cordelian slaves were never allowed to keep their body jewelry. Her jewelry looked very high-class, the kind you would expect to find on the daughter of some wealthy businessman. Perhaps that is what she was, but still, why had she been allowed to keep it? If her family were wealthy, wouldn't they have bought her out of slavery?
A man in the balcony announced the beginning of our game, and play began. Everyone was very cautious. Only a few people bet, and bets were small. It rapidly became clear that most of the women had some experience with Tocana and knew the basics of what hands to play, all except for the young girl with the body jewelry. She clearly had no idea what she was doing. She won a couple of rounds with tokens she never should have played. That is what makes Tocana so confusing to learn. You can play all wrong and still win for a while. It happens to many novice Tocana players. In the long run, you will lose playing poorly. Of course, this game was the short run, not the long run. And luck had everything to do with your results in the short run.
Luck, however, did not shine on the young girl for long. She started to lose and saw her credits dwindle down. The other women started to try to force her to go all in. Each time they did, she would back down. This left her with fewer and fewer credits.
Finally, I got a good set of starting tokens, an ace, ace, two, and four. I should have raised with this hand, but no one had been raising before the board cards came out, so I just placed the minimum bet. A couple of women, including the young girl, were in too.
When the board cards came, my heart jumped - an ace, three, and five. I had the best possible low, plus a straight for the high. I couldn't believe my luck, but how to get the most credits for this? I made a small bet to see if anyone else had anything. Only the young girl called.
A high card came on the board. This was the point to test what the young girl had. She had slightly less than one hundred credits left, so I bet 50 credits. She stared at me. I figured she would fold, but she called my bet.
Another ace came on the board. I now had four aces and the best possible low! I bet another 50 credits to force the young girl all in. She seemed to not know what to do. She stared at me and then looked around for anyone to help her. She was almost out of credits, her fate seemed sealed at this point. Finally, she called with all her credits.
The board flashed her hand. She had four, five, five, and seven, a poor starting hand. She had made 3 fives and 2 aces for a high, and ace, three, four, five, seven for a low. Good, but not good enough. I had scooped both sides of the pot.
A look of terror spread across the girl's face as she realized I had scooped the pot and her life with it. As the young girl's chair pulled back from the console, she started to scream, but her scream was abruptly silenced as her body became rigid and began to shake from the energy flowing through it. She was still trying to scream, but her vocal cords would not work anymore.
Had I done this to her? I could have bet less and let her survive a few more hands. No, I told myself. I was not responsible for her agony. Those in the balcony who had organized this ghastly spectacle were responsible. I was just doing what I needed to survive.
The girl's body now glistened with sweat and became more rigid as the intensity of the spikes of energy flowing through her body increased. Her arms and legs flailed, but were securely fastened to the chair. Her torso wiggled, trying to escape the two dildos that were injecting energy into her abdomen. Her body jewelry flashed as her stomach wiggled with her suffering. Her small, firm breasts bounced around inside flexible wire frames that were also injecting energy into her body. Why didn't they just end it and put this poor girl out of her misery? I closed my eyes. I didn't want to watch.
Finally, I saw the flash of blue light and opened my eyes. A cloud of steam and dust obscured where the girl had been. I heard a rattle of falling objects. The girl was no more. Her flesh had been disintegrated by the blaster, and her bones lay shattered on the chair and floor. There was a slight odor of burnt flesh, but all that remained of the girl was a molecular cloud, a bit of dust around the chair, and the remains of her bones. Her partially melted body jewelry lay on the chair.
The guards pulled the now empty chair away and swept away all evidence of the girl's existence. The game resumed, but I could not get that look of terror on that poor young girl's face out of my mind. I was only up a little. The young girl had not had many credits to win. I had to be very careful. I continued to fold most hands. I needed to concentrate on making sure I did not meet the same fate as the young girl.
An hour or so later, another woman's luck ran out. She was low on credits and was forced all in with what turned out to be very strong tokens, but she lost when a miracle token came on the end to beat her.
She seemed more reconciled to her fate as her chair pulled back from the table. She didn't try to scream, but grimaced as the energy began to torture her. She was an older and larger-framed woman than the young girl. Her large breasts shook as her body vibrated.
This time her ordeal seemed shorter. The blue energy beams vaporized her more quickly. One moment she was there, her body jerking in response to the energy pulses. The next moment, there was a flash of intense blue light from several locations on the ceiling, and a cloud of gas and dust exploded out from the chair, followed by the clatter of her bones on the chair and floor.
I had, of course, seen movies of people being disintegrated by a blaster, but these were all animations and special effects. Actually seeing a living person disappear in a blaster beam was shocking.
I told myself I had to put my feelings aside. There were six of us left around the console, and two more had to meet their doom in the energy beam to end this abomination. I was now below a thousand credits again. I had to continue to play very carefully, playing very few tokens, and folding them when they missed the board.
I got an ace, three, king, king starting hand. A decent hand, and I made a small bet. One of the weaker women called.I got a three, nine, queen board, which didn't help me at all. I didn't have a low, since only tokens eight or less counted for the low and my three was no good because of the three on the board. The other woman went all in, and I folded.
My credits dwindled down as the game continued. I could not get tokens that connected with the board. Luck went back and forth, but each time one of the women was forced all in, she either split the high and low pots or scooped the whole pot.
I got an ace, three, queen, queen, a fairly good hand, and made a small bet. Only one woman who was very low on credits called. I figured she must have good tokens to call.
The board brought a king, ten and nine. It looked like no one would have a low with this board, and my pair of queens did not look very strong. I was about to pass when I noticed that the other woman looked uncomfortable in her chair. If she had played a good hand that didn't have a pair of kings, this board had completely missed her hand too. On instinct, I bet fifty credits.
She thought about it for a long time, but finally pushed the button to call. She now had less than one hundred credits left. The next card was a jack. I couldn't see how this could have helped her hand. I bet one hundred to try to force her all in or make her fold. She stared at me for a very long time, and then folded.
That small win left me in a slightly better position credit-wise, but I was still down. The women lasted 4 or 5 more games before she was forced all in by someone else and lost. She had played fairly well, but her luck ran out.
She seemed serene, almost relieved that it was over, as her chair pulled back from the console. The energy began to flow through her body and it became rigid, and she began to shake violently. Her rather large breasts bounced around in their cages. I started to see burned flesh around her breasts where the energy flowed out of the cages into her body.
Suddenly a flash of blue light came from the ceiling, and her body evaporated before my eyes like the previous woman. The energy beams are very selective. Only the soft flesh is destroyed, converted to dust and water vapor. At least her suffering was now over.
There were now five of us, and one of us still needed to disappear in a flash of blue light to end this. I realized that my credit position was not that strong. I had to be extremely careful now to make sure it was one of the other four women and not me that vanished.
I played very carefully, only entering games when I had strong tokens and then folding when I missed the board. This of course did not help my credit situation very much. I got an ace, three, king, ten with the ace and king blue, a weak hand that was only barely playable. The other woman who was a little low on chips bet, I called, and a third woman called too. The board came two, seven, jack, with two blue. I had a draw to 5 blue for the high, and a four, five, six or eight would give me a low hand, but I knew better than to bet on draws here. The first woman passed, and so did I. The last woman bet one hundred credits. The woman who was a little low on credits went all in!
What could she possibly have that would have connected with this board? I folded. The third woman, who was in a strong chip position, quickly called. A three and king appeared on the board. When the console displayed the results of the hand, a look of total astonishment crossed the face of the woman who had gone all in. Her chair pulled back and her body became rigid with pain from the energy flow.
I looked back at the board. She had ace, ace, three, four, a good, strong starting hand that had not been helped by this board. Still, she had a pair of aces for a high. Her opponent, though, had king, king, two, four, a weaker hand that had been made the winner by the king on the board. The curse of bad luck.
Her body was shaking violently now as the frequency energy pulses grew higher and higher. If she was still able to feel pain, then her body made it look like she was suffering terribly.
Although I know it was wrong to feel so, I was glad it was she and not I.
Her modest breasts wiggled in their cages with the shaking of her body, and sweat began to run down her face and torso.
I have been told there is a high you get from surviving a blaster fight. Successfully dodging your opponent's beams while vaporizing him with your own is supposed to be an intense adrenaline high. As I watched this poor, unlucky woman's body shake in torment, I felt that rush.
The blue light flashed. Her body disappeared in a cloud, and her bones rattled as they collapsed on the chair and floor around it.
I could now hear cheering from the balcony. A technician came out and began to release me. It felt good to get out of the chair and off those dildos. It also felt very good just to still be alive.
A guard brought me my clothes, and I slipped back into them. Then he pointed to an exit, and I followed another guard back through the halls, then down the stairs to the lower levels. When we reached the room I had stayed in, the owner of my house and the two guards who had brought me were waiting.
"You played very well, Mirida," the house owner said. "Perhaps too well."
He turned to the guards.
"Get her out of here quickly," he said.
The guards nodded. I followed the guards back up to the landing area, where the craft that we arrived on already had its engines running. I climbed in along with the two guards. The pilot motioned the guards forward to look at something. They whispered in hushed voices and then called someone on the communication system. A pilot came running out and started the craft next to ours. Then a minute later, my house owner and two other men walked quickly into the other flyer. As soon as they were aboard their craft, we both took off.
Why were we all leaving so quickly in the middle of the night? What did the owner mean when he said I might have played too well?
I noticed the flyers were staying very low and heading down a narrow valley. Although it was dark, I didn't remember anything like this on our trip here. The flyers turned off all their lights, which I knew was not normal at night. Clearly, something was wrong.
The guards did not seem nervous, so I decided to try to sleep. I closed my eyes and rested, but could not get to sleep.
The trip back seemed to take much longer than the trip here had taken, but we finally arrived back at the spaceport. The guards hurried me off the flyer and into our spaceship. I barely had time to sit down in my room when we took off.
I was kept locked in my room for the next half day or so, not sure what was going on.
That was when the ship was stopped and boarded by the Jardian Space Force cruiser.
Several young Jardian officers questioned me over and over again about what had happened in the last day. They seemed especially interested in the young girl who had been the first to be vaporized. They finally brought me some pictures of a well-dressed young woman. I told them she was the woman. They did not tell me who she was.
The next day, an older, more senior officer came into my room.
"Mirida," he said. "First, I want to assure you that you have done nothing illegal."
I nodded.
"I have requested, and gotten, your Cordelian slave file from Urtu. In court, you stated you were promised 20,000 credits to smuggle in the drugs."
I nodded.
"Did you know that the value of the drugs you were caught smuggling was about 8 to 10 thousand credits?"
"No," I said, completely confused as to what that had to do with anything.
"It was obviously a setup from the beginning," he said. "They picked you out and tricked you into smuggling just enough drugs to qualify for the death penalty on Urtu."
I stared at him in disbelief. Who had set me up?
"Now this leaves us in a very tricky situation," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Even though you were tricked, you did smuggle drugs, you were caught, and you were legally tried and sentenced according to the law on Urtu. The official Jardian position is that these laws are barbaric and inhumane, but they are nonetheless the law."
"You are going to send me back to Yatus or Urtu?" I asked.
"We have been trying to find a way to avoid that," he said. "The Jardian government strongly believes that we must put an end to death games on the Yatus colony. They go way beyond barbaric and inhumane. And the trapping of young, naive women, such as yourself, into the death games on Yatus has to be stopped immediately."
"Then you will help me?" I asked.
"We have decided that we need to hold you as a witness for two different investigations," he said. "One into the death of Claudia Krugel, the first woman to die in the game at Prince Balcone's party. The second investigation into who tricked you into smuggling drugs. Both of those are very serious crimes for which you are an important eyewitness. If we allowed you to return to Yatus or returned you to Urtu, chances are you would never be able to provide evidence in these cases."
I realized what he was saying. If they returned me to Yatus or Urtu, I would simply be killed, and that would be perfectly legal.
"We are going to hold you indefinitely on Jardia," he said.
"Hold me?" I inquired. "You mean in jail?"
"Not in jail," he said. "More like house arrest, but in a very nice house, much better than the conditions you have been living under."
I nodded.
"Once you are on Jardia," he said. "And the public finds out the details of what happened to Claudia Krugel, the people will never stand for the government sending you back to Yatus or Urtu."
"That is good," I said. "But what will they do with me?"
"That remains to be worked out," he said. "But don't worry about that now."
"Okay," I said. "Thank you for helping me.""It is my pleasure, madam," he said. "Do you have any other questions?"
Slaves are not supposed to ask questions, but now it appeared I was free.
"Who was this girl, Claudia?" I asked. "How did she become a Cordelian slave?"
"Claudia Krugel was the daughter of a regional governor on Jardia, but she was not a Cordelian slave," he said. "No one claims she was, not even Prince Balcone."
I gasped.
"Then how..." I stammered.
"That is the question we need to answer," he said. "Prince Balcone claims she entered the game voluntarily, for the thrill of it. He says she was an expert Tocana player and expected to survive the game."
"That is not true," I protested. "She played like a completely inexperienced beginner."
"That is what other witnesses told us too," he said.
I thought this over for a minute. Perhaps she thought she was an expert from playing against other very inexperienced players, but why would anyone take that kind of risk? Even if the game were pure luck, the odds of surviving were only 50/50.
"It doesn't make any sense," I said, shaking my head.
"I agree completely," he said. "We will be leaving for Jarida in a few hours. I am sure the authorities will wish to discuss this with you further when we get to Jarida."
That is how I came to be a sort of prisoner here on Jardia. I am kept locked in a large house surrounded by guards, while they try to figure out what to do with me.
I was able to identify two of the men who set me up, and they have been arrested. They in turn implicated some higher-up people, who apparently are connected to the Yatus colony somehow. These higher-ups are, however, hard to get at, so I don't know what will ever come of that.
The poor young girl, Claudia Krugel, still remains a mystery. Prince Balcone now says he thinks she was trying to commit suicide in a spectacular manner. I keep reading in the papers people calling for an invasion of Durange to capture Prince Balcone and put him on trial for her murder, or an invasion to destroy the Yatus colony to put an end to the death games that are destroying the "foundations of galactic civilization". I have no idea if this is just empty talk or we are really on the verge of another galactic war.
The Jardian government has kept my presence here a secret. I am not sure if this is for my protection or their protection. Every few days, an official comes by to reassure me that they are working hard to find a way to set me free, but so far little has changed. | null | null | Authors/lianam/slave.txt |
123,867 | WriterNoone | Peeping on the peeper | You come home after school and find yourself, once again, locked out of your apartment. Luckily, you never leave your sliding-glass door locked. It's a slight inconvenience, but for you, it is only a hop, skip, and a jump away, almost literally. You must have climbed to the second-floor balcony two dozen times in your first six months here.
Luckily, the landlord was kind enough to set you up in an unoccupied building. Well, up until a few days ago, it was unoccupied by anyone other than you. Someone must have moved in when you were away for the weekend, and you had not even noticed until you get ready to scale the iron bars on the porch.
Normally, you would not have peeped, as you find yourself doing now, but what you captured in a moment, while getting ready to hike up the bars, keeps you looking. There was a beautiful tall blonde with thick, round, and firm breasts, hunched over a pile of curious sexual devices. You could tell her breasts were firm, possibly fake, by the way they held their form while she remained hunched over, then stood, without them changing shape.
She was not paying attention to anything outside, perhaps because her curtains, which were rather thin, didn't let her see out. The world was nearly black behind you. Thick woodlands ran from here all the way to the highway, making this apartment a quiet little place to live. This particular unit was also an older, isolated one, which is the other reason you wanted it. Her too, as you are about to find out.
After standing, she headed over to a computer, the screen facing away from your view, but you assumed it was displaying porn. She clicks and types, then goes back to the pile of toys on the floor. Her hand kind of glides over the pile while she looks up to something, also out of your view. You watch intently, hoping she picks the "V" shaped toy. You are not sure what it is, exactly, but it looks interesting.
As if she is reading your mind, she eventually grabs the "V" toy. She holds it up, admiring it, again looking at something just out of your view. Your hand slides inside your pants as you hug the corner of the porch to ensure you are not seen. She licks both tips of the naughty-looking tool and lays back across an autumn, her body on display for you.
Slowly, she runs both of the soft, flexible demon-tongues from her parted lips down her neck and up along each breast. She slides it back and forth, wetting her perky nipples with the licked, pointed ends. Back and forth, several times, poking, rubbing, swirling, and gently tapping her nipples before continuing lower.
She reaches her belly button, tracing the contour of her navel, then sliding down to her bald-waxed, puffy mound. Her thick lips remain clamped tight, hiding her clit. Even with her legs spread rather wide, the inner delicacies remain tucked away from view. She slides the devils-tongues up and down her puffy mound, making it puff up more and slowly open, like a budding flower.
Through the shadow of her crevasse, a bright pink fleshy mass rises. Her clit rushes to fill with blood, making it thicken and rise from the shallow depths of her pubic folds. It shines from the expanding delicate fullness, not from moisture, as she continues to tease herself.
You run your fingers along your body, imitating her actions, but with your own devils-fingers instead of a toy. You fight off the urge to progress more than she has, but it is difficult. Her moan snaps your attention back to her, since you were spacing out on your own feelings while repeating what you just saw.
Now she is sliding each tip along the parting mound, reaching into slickness and coating each tip of the toy with her moisture. She moves the two pointed tips up through her slit, turning the toy to make her slit spread into a gaped view. Along her thin inner lips, the tips slide up towards her hooded, bulbous clitoris protrusion. She pinches the soft, firm tongues closed around her clit, like a gentle grip from a set of ice-tongs, and she moans again.
Your hand slows down in your pants. You don't want to also be moaning out here. She stops, gets up, goes to the computer, types something, and then returns. She is looking off in the distance again, waving her hand over the toys. Another one catches your eyes as she nears it. Again, she grabs that toy, as if reading your mind. You have no idea what that toy is, either. It looks like a rolled-up pair of socks with a curved tip on one end.
She lays back against the autumn and slowly inserts it into herself. You repeat her actions, using your fingers, maintaining control of yourself, which is getting difficult to do. Suddenly, the front door slams open, and a guy enters the apartment. He is yelling all sorts of profanities at her, calling her a slutty bitch, as he approaches her. You only see a moment of him grappling her wrists, pulling her around, up off the autumn, before you realize you just bolted to try and help her, instinctively.
You enter through the open door and begin pounding on the stranger who is still tossing her about and yelling at her. Without warning, he turns around, snapping up your wrists, and spinning you around with a tight locked grip. That is when you notice the giant monitor on the wall. It is playing a loop of you, standing outside, with one hand down your pants and the other hand up inside your shirt.
"If you want your turn, you are going to have to wait. Go close the fucking door, you peeping bitch... Do you live in a damn barn!", he says as he pushes you away, towards the door. "And don't think about running away!", he continues.
You are unsure why you didn't run out, well, you know why, just not why you still remained. You slowly close the door, your eyes looking at the monitor until it is completely closed. You turn around; he has stopped handling her, but is continuing to call her all sorts of profanities. She eventually replies, "Yes Master!"
She looks a lot less alarmed now, but still seems resistant to his actions. He yells again, and she whimpers and grovels as an undertone. "Get me something to shut her up...", said to you. You instantly reach down and grab a ball-gag, which he then instructs you to put on her. You have no idea how to put it on, but you manage to get it on, reducing her whimpers to a lulled, pathetic few gasps through her nose.
He double-checks it and seems satisfied with the way it is secured. "You see what you did to her? You scared the little bitch! It looks like she pissed herself. Why did you do that to her?", he asks, pointing at the obvious wet patch at your crotch. He continues as he pinches her cheeks with one hand, making her lips pucker up around the edges of the ball-gag.
"Take off those soiled clothes!", he says to you, but not at you. With a little hesitation, you start to remove your top. "No, not you, her...", he says, as he guides her over to you, kneeling her on the floor. "Make her do it... Tell this bitch to take those soiled clothes off of you. Tell her how much of a slutty tease she is..."
You do, without conviction, and add... "You are going to pay for this, you horny slut. You almost made me cum when you came. Now I have to start all over again!" You assume this is some sort of sex game and are getting too excited to stop playing along. He tells her to do it slower as she continues to undress you. She stops when she finally gets to your drenched panties, admiring them, letting him admire it.
"Keep going. They are not going to get themselves off!", he says. "Yes Master", she mumbles through the gag.
You use her head as a prop while she slides your panties off, taking them into her tight-gripped hand, like she has no intentions of giving them back. You think, perhaps this is a twisted reward for her, a trophy? They both stare at your slick, shaved mound, almost in awe, slightly distracted as they continue. You stand motionless, like a statue, enjoying the awkward moment of silence.
"Now mine", he demands in a loud voice, to her. Guiding you around to her backside, while she begins stripping him. "And don't let me get soft. I don't want a floppy penis exposed to everyone." | null | null | Authors/WriterNoone/Peeping on the peeper.txt |
123,869 | WriterNoone | A shot in the dark | You wake at the break of dawn, not because you have to, but because the other girls are not awake yet. Camp is your summer escape, your only solitude away from strict parental guidance. It helps that you are sure that your camp attendant is also a pure lesbian. She looks at the other girls more than you, and not in a cute way, more of a lustful way, when she thinks no one can see her. But, you do, and somehow, you will use that to your advantage, you are sure.
Looking around to make sure no one is awake, you cautiously toss and turn, pretending to be asleep between tumbles. The coast is clear, or they are all as good of fakers as you pretend to be. Casually, you slide a finger under the side of your panties, caressing the warming flesh of your tender mound. One finger turns into two, as fingertips cover more area, working closer towards your tightly clamped folds.
You turn your head into your pillow as you detect your own breathing begin to intensify. Suddenly, you realize you can smell someone else's sex permeating mildly through the freshly washed pillowcase. The scent excites you more, as you imagine that some other morning lover may have had her sweet cunny throbbing wildly against this same pillow. Surely, your sex was about to start perfuming up the sheets, as wet as you felt the pending build-up between your tightly folded legs.
Your sensitivity increases as you begin to feel each of your three fingertips' microscopic ripples brush across bare flesh. You loosen your tightly gripped legs, only a little, letting just enough pressure off to let your swelling clit peek through. The sensitive flesh retracts a little as the hot moisture is engulfed by the cooler morning air, even under the thick bed sheets.
You turn your hips down onto your hand, trapping your hand between your wetting slit and the bed. Your legs widen a little more, as your knees part. Two fingers slide along the sides of your clit, grazing the tender bud within, through the thin flesh walls. You get another deep scent from the pillow as your hot breath reveals more of this mystery person to you. Two fingers press against the outer bulges of your pubic mound, building more pressure that makes your clit protrude more.
With a slow motion, you gently curl the tips of your fingers that are resting against the moist opening. You relax, letting the soft flesh consume your invading fingertips, one, two, three knuckles deep. Your palm keeps steady pressure against your clit, as it begins to throb with the tightening flesh around your fingers. You relax again and curl them out, trying not to make any sound as they begin to pump in and out, while your thumb wiggles under your palm, seeking out your compressed bud.
Again, your breathing intensifies, no longer are you able to breathe only through your nose. You sacrifice the erotic scent for a much needed deep breath of air, but it is still restricted through the pillow. You begin to rise fast to your climax, juices lewdly dripping between your two fingers, collecting in your palm, lubricating your clit-rubbing thumb. While still in control of your breathing, you turn your head a little to the side to get one good unrestricted breath of air. There is a small moan that chases your breath, but not one that you think, you hope, no one can hear.
The oxygen rushes to your head, triggering an orgasm that spasms tightly against your two penetrating fingers. Your throbbing clit slides along your stationary thumb, extending the orgasm, as your breath and final exhaustion moan is muffled by the pillow. Quickly, you turn and let out a fake one-handed yawn, pretending to have just woken, innocently from a fresh dream. Your other hand slides up and grasps the underside of the pillow, as if it were there the whole time... Now you know how the other girls' scent may have gotten there.
No one wakes, but your yawning wasn't in vain. You chased your oxygen-deprived orgasm with a nice head-buzz of cool oxygen-rich mountain air. The other thing you were sure of was that you needed a shower, which was unavoidably going to be cold anyway. Through the dust-laser-beams of the morning light, you creep into the shower, sympathetically letting it run for a moment to get just above freezing. The water feels even colder than it would normally have been, had you not just climaxed.
The air is still so chilled in the cabin that the thin layer of water steams off your body. By the time you are completely dry, the other girls are just now entering the shower. You look, but not truly gawking, at every girl as she passes. You are, however, sizing them up, as competitive females. Noticing who has the most developed and perfectly shaped, symmetrical breasts, nipples and the most beautiful mounds. You get a little jealous when Mandy walks in. Everyone looks at her, some flat-out gawking, as she pretends not to notice, but still stalls in her path to ensure they have time to gawk at her properly.
Your eyes roll as you head over to get dressed. Your day has bigger plans. Last year, you discovered the hunting trail that leads to an adjacent set of cabins, and another camp. Though, it was on your last day, you vowed to take advantage of the pre-camp confusion, found in the first week, to do some exploring. You quickly get well suited-up for the brisk mountain air, but layered, for when the summer heat starts to break in the day. You resist bringing your swimsuit, so you don't attract any attention, but a waterfall you found was also another keepsake destination for you today.
Before the instructor gets into the cabin, you sign the attendance sheet and dart out the door. In passing, you tell some girl to tell the instructor that you had to go see the nurse, and will be at orientation when you get back. No one ever checks on who went to the nurse. Usually, it is just to get tampons or ointment for a vicious mosquito bite on some girl's precious nose. You were not one of those sissy bitches, and your plans for the day were almost guaranteed to go unnoticed, using this little trick to the fullest extent.
Without being seen, you head to the walking trails. Eventually, you get to the "Caution Hunting" signs, which are posted across a field at the top of a hill's crest. The path you found was just beyond that. You rush in excitement, feeling as if you are escaping prison. Your heart races as you breach the wire-bound wooden fence and place your foot on the deer-print littered path. Luckily, it isn't hunting season, but still, it isn't odd to hear guns being fired in these hills.
Within minutes, you pass by the waterfall. It pours into a small watering hole, about the size of an Olympic pool. Mist rises into the air, creating a rainbow as the sun still hangs low on the horizon. You press on, headed to the cabins, checking them out cautiously. Most are empty and run-down, some have simple rustic furnishings, but none have occupants. You imagine that they must be hunting cabins, which leads you to press on to your next destination, the other campground.
The sound of people talking stops you in your path. A strong thicket serves as a shelter, keeping you from becoming a deer in the headlights of an oncoming uncertainty. It's boys, from a boys' camp, but they look even older than you. None of them are wearing anything that says "Camp whatever" on it, but they are all dressed the same. You lean in for a closer look as they walk past, where a tree obstructs your view. Unfortunately, you blow your cover when your foot snaps a twig. The three boys pull out guns, long guns, and point them at you. In a panic, unable to say anything, but scared shirtless at being shot, you start to cry. You hope that is enough to let them know you are not a deer, because your lips fail to let anything other than that girlish cry exit.
"Stop!" one boy says.
You are unsure if he is talking to you, so you wail, "I... can... nt... s... sto....stop..."
"Not you... Put down your guns, it's just a girl," said the same boy.
"Come out, who are you? What are you doing out here, besides trying to get shot?"
You reply, in your defense, as you wipe your eyes clear of fear, "I am from the camp over the hill. I'm not trying to get shot. I didn't know you had guns!"
"Are you lost? How did you get out here? Didn't you see the hunting signs? That is why we wear these reflective suits, so we don't accidentally shoot anyone," added the boy.
You think for a moment, trying to sound not dense, "Yes, I saw the signs. It's not hunting season, is it? Are you even old enough to hunt? How old do you have to be, to hunt?"
"Mike..."
"That's not what I asked..." you say.
"No, Yes, 13, but I'm older than that," said Mike.
You tell him your name and say that you are old enough to hunt, asking him if he will show you how to fire a gun. He protests, but hesitates, looking to the side, at each of his fellow friends.You pick up on the signal and change the topic.
"Well, Mike... Can you show me how to get back to the camp? I don't remember how I got here, and I don't want to be shot," you sheepishly say, acting like a typical girl, but trying not to sound too much as if you are acting.
He hands the guys his gun and tells them he will catch up in a moment. Telling them to tell the instructor there that he had to take a piss and keep this under wraps. He was older, so they listened to him without question, as if this was a common thing that happened out here, and Mike knew exactly what to do. The boys headed off, and the two of you walk down another unseen path.
"I didn't come here this way," you say, sort of questioning his path.
"Trust me, we won't be seen if we go this way, by the old mill. There is a clear path to the cabins, and I'm sure you know your way back from there. But, I wanted to show you something first..." Mike said.
She hoped it was something on him, but she dared not scare him away just yet... He was kind of cute.
They get off the trail, which seemed invisible to you, but he clearly saw. He looks back and points to a clearing, telling you it is safe to approach from that direction, from here. He turns around and points in the other direction, showing you the mill, telling you that is where he is taking you next. Beside you, towers a giant rock, between the mill and the clearing.
"This is what I wanted to show you," he says.
You have a slight look of disappointment as you reply, "No shooting lessons?"
Your reply wasn't intended to be taken as a sexual innuendo, but that seemed to make him uncomfortable as he stuttered on his reply, "I... Oh, shoot, the gun... Well, we are not allowed to take our guns this far. Without a waiver, from a parent..."
You interrupt him with a raised brow, "a parent...", as if you were old enough to shoot a gun without a parent.
He squints his eyes and smiles, knowing what you are implying, but trying kindly to let you know that he doesn't believe you are that old. "It's a liability. You came to camp as an instructor?"
You raise a brow again, "I don't look like an instructor?", avoiding the answer.
"I... Come back in two days... I'll work something out. But, if you tell anyone, I swear, I'll... ... ...", he loosely hesitates at the thought of saying something that demanding.
"Two days... Mum's the word... I won't say anything," you stressed, with obvious certainty, which he knew would be offered. "Anything else you want to show me, while we are out here?" You desperately try, in hope that he takes your "instructor's title", to another hopeful level. Tough, honestly you are glad that he quietly avoided the obvious innuendo. If not, you would surely have told everyone about it, and blown your chance to shoot his gun. Really, you just wanted to have him put his arms around you, guiding you, showing you how to aim, his warm breath grazing your ears as he offered instruction. Instead, you were just guided to the mill with a soft departing smile.
You mumble something about him missing out on the time of his life, but didn't honestly know what you even meant by that. Still, it was an honest feeling you had, you were sure you could give him, if you tried hard enough. Shit, you think to yourself, am I crushing on a guy... Feels more like lust, as you tuck your panties into your uncomfortable slit, to pat it dry.
Feeling a bit rushed, with no intention of going back to camp yet, you poke around the cabins again. You hope that one of them is unlocked, or that someone has left a key hidden where it can be found. Any of them, even the empty ones, would make a great cozy escape from the click-ridden campgrounds. Luckily, out of the four weeks of camp, there was actually only two weeks of instructor-guided torture. The first week was the settling-in, followed by two weeks of torture, then another week of doing whatever, as they lose control or care about the campers.
Three furnished cabins into your search, and you find one that is not only unlocked, but it also has a key hidden in a stupid fake rock by the door. You are sure that some moron thought the idea was brilliant, but laugh inside, at this stupidity of placing a half-rock on a porch, right next to the door. For $19.95 + $9.99 shipping, he could have gotten a planter, front, back, and side door-mats, and it would have been just as effective, to put the key under the planter, next to the door-mat... or just leave the door unlocked, which it was.
There was power in the cabin, but only for three tiny lights. One was in the bedroom area, near a fireplace, in the open loft. The other two were in the bathroom and kitchen area. However, the bathroom didn't have any running water. The toilet looked like it was just a bucket with a seat on it, and the sink was just a metal bowl next to a can, used to hold water. The rest of the place was essentially empty. Nothing in the few cupboards and cabinets, or in the dressers. A decent-sized couch also harbored a cool fold-out bed, bigger than the one next to the fireplace.
When you were done poking around, you stuffed the key back into the rock, after locking the door, and put the rock on the neighboring cabin's porch. That made more sense. You couldn't imagine anyone finding the key and thinking that it belongs to another cabin. They would just think that the locks were changed on the cabin where they found the failing key. Though, you couldn't imagine anyone wanting to break-in to steal a toilet-bucket, couch-bed and bed... So that little self-stupidity, negated any brilliance you would have gotten by your "great idea". Even though it was better than his idea to leave it next to the unlocked doorway, in a fake half-rock, on a wooden porch.
Next stop, the waterfall. You remembered seeing it on your last visit, after some girl told you about it. She said she would swim in the lagoon, but it looked muddy to you, as you passed it before. The idea, as potentially dirty as it sounds, was still one worth exploring. The thought of chilling out in cool clear water, which wasn't full of pee and chlorine and screaming cannonball kids, was appealing. Even if you did have to walk through a little mud to get into the water.
Stripping off a layer of clothing, down to your normal clothing, you head out to the waterfall. You feel awkward holding a pair of sweat-pants and a spring jacket, in the middle of the woods, at the breach of summer, but it was unavoidable. Your body begins to heat up as the rays of the sun near full strength, only four hours away from noon. The morning dew has all evaporated, and sun-bugs are happily humming away in the warmer mountain air.
The sound of the falling water eventually drowns out the sound of the bugs, as you approach it. You eventually find an area, right next to the actual waterfall itself, where the ground is not mud. The rushing water has washed away the mud, and left behind a pebbled and stone path right into the falling water. The water itself, is crashing from over a protruding flat rock that is extending over a root-filled wall. There are all sorts of crevasses and holes, but nothing large enough to hold anything that would attack you. There was a strong fear of bears or wolves or something, creeping out from the shadowed area, but you washed those thoughts out of your head after poking around the darkness in the rising sun's rays.
Now you wish you had brought your swimwear, looking down at the miniature lagoon's clear waters. You look around, to see if there is a place where you could lay out and enjoy the view, when you return later-on. Eventually, across the way, you find a perfect tanning-spot, next to a shaded flat area, on the same protruding rock. There are little dimples all over the edges of the rock, where the trapped water freezes and slowly chips away pockets in the rock. They make perfect foot-holds for you to get up onto the rock, which rises a good four feet above the lagoon. The view is actually quite amazing, inspiring you to be a little naturally naughty.
Triple-checking to make sure no one is around, you remove your clothes, all of them. Your jacket and sweat-pants are laid out to sit on, but you stand in the warming air, buff nude, enjoying the sun's rays casting across your whole body. For about a minute, you have no fears, no worries, only solitude and the surroundings of nature spying on you. Then, a naturally settling insecurity penetrates you slowly. You start to get that feeling like someone is watching you, causing you to sit down, and remain motionless.
Your eyes scan the wood-lines, the shadows, the ledges, seeing nothing. You relax a little, but continue to pretend that you are being admired from a distance, but don't know you are being admired. The thought of being caught out here, naked, alone, starts to excite you. You don't even realize that you are doing it, but your hands have suddenly started caressing your young budding breasts and each other arms' shoulders. The air is nearly the same temperature as your body, but it seems to be getting cooler as your body-heat rises now, giving you goosebumps all over.
You start to take a second glance around, then cut yourself short of this paranoia. Instead, you focus on what your hands seem to be doing without guidance, pretending they are not even your hands, but the hands of your friend, from this morning. You imagine him having stumbled upon you, having not actually met him, and being completely infatuated by your beauty. He has an uncontrollable urge to reach out and caress you, to comfort your naked body as it bakes alone in the sun. You even pretend to resist, glancing back to an invisible boy's eyes, as you bite your lip, hands resisting going lower across your body.[Snap], A branch snaps in the shade of the canopy, by the lagoon's edge, across from where you sit naked. Birds suddenly stop chirping, and the sound of the waterfall dulls out. Your heart races as your roaming hands pull up to cover your exposed breasts. Your eyes narrow as they scan the grounds again. A deer is seen, pushing slowly through the brush, nibbling on the plants as it moves towards the lagoon. Your racing heart remains racing, but with a calming pulse, not a pulse of panic.
[Snap], Another branch snaps, opposite the deer, and the deer bolts away. Your heart races again as you scramble to get dressed. You leave your jacket and sweatpants, fleeing silently towards the camp. Your legs get small scratches from all the dry twigs as you race through the woods in a panic. Your feet continue to guide you home, fast, beyond the hunting signs, into the back trails of the camp. Then, once secure in your familiar surroundings, you check the damages and end up having to actually go to the nurse.
In the nurse's office, at the main counselor's cabin, you get washed up, and realize they were nothing more than surface scratches. However, once you were clean, your instructor crosses your path, seeing you exit the nurse's office. She asks if everything is fine, and you come up with a bullshit story about jogging in the morning, on the trails, and being chased off the trail by a deer. She laughs a little, under her breath, at your apparent fright, then oddly tries to console you with an overly extended hug. Her hands seem unusually low as she pulls your face tight against her cleavage. You smile, thinking that she is so your bitch, with one twist of your tiny pinky, or just by extending your lips to kiss her exposed flesh on her cleavage... But you continue to wait for your moment, to turn her into a puppet.
You pull away, slowly, leaving your arms half around her, as you thank her for her concern, but reassure her that you'll live, as you dash away to join the others at orientation. To add fuel to that fire, you make sure she sees you as you turn back and steal a glance from her again. You are not sure why, but this is almost as exciting as meeting Mike today. You think to yourself, "This is going to be a fun summer!", as you eventually reach the others, who are all self-absorbed and already in little cliques all over the fields, where orientation takes place.
Orientation, though half over, is as dull as it sounds. Instructors went to each polarized gaggle of kids and went through a list of safety and rules, as well as some of the coming events and activities. Most of which, you intended to avoid. Hopefully, with the aid of, or within the arms of your future summer-fling, Mike. The only activity you were interested in, with him, was learning how to cock his gun and learning how it discharges when shot. You try to imagine yourself naked, except for a hunter's vest, but that just makes you look silly in your mind. The thought of his arms around you, molesting you, while you try to aim a long gun, quickly replaces that less desirable thought.
You head off to your cabin, while everyone is distracted by the events and themselves. Surely it is empty, which will give you time to prepare a small tote and outfit for your journey, in two days. You intend to make it an all-day event, but you are unsure how to cover your tracks for more than a few morning hours. Once everyone is up and spread out around the campgrounds, you will have no easy escape or return until nightfall, and that will be impossible to explain. Perhaps, you think, as you walk back to the cabin, you should have paid more attention to the events coming up. Though, there will still be some settling-chaos to aid your departure.
You peek inside, the coast looks clear. There is no hesitation as you begin going through your bags, looking for something sexy, which just doesn't exist in your bags. Then a hand touches your shoulder, too high to be a fellow camper. It is your camp-guide.
"What are you doing? Settling-in in a hurry? Most girls live out of their bags until the first wash," Linda said.
"Wha... I... Yes, I just don't want to have to deal with all of them, and this is just a distraction," you respond, trying to throw her off, but not being entirely untruthful.
She looks at you funny, like she is trying to read your mind, then like she found what she was looking for, within your mind. You stop rummaging through your bags and just wait, knowing she is about to say something that demands your full attention. Your eyes lock to hers, giving her that focus she silently begs for. Her hand slides down from your shoulder, across your arm, and finally rests in your hand. Her other hand raises to rest on your cheek. You are the deer, frozen, knowing what might be coming next, but unsure if you want to bolt or embrace your fate.
"I know exactly what you are feeling. There is no shame in feeling outnumbered by these catty girls... You... are so... well... you are beautiful," Linda said with a tender look on her face.
Again, still, you can't help feeling guilty while she continues. You are not sure if you are seducing her, silently, or if she is seducing you, after being so worked-up over Mike this morning.
[Bang], The door to the cabin slams open and shut as some girls pour into the room. Linda's hand lowers from your cheek, but she keeps her other hand in yours, which loosens. They don't notice you two, yet, but she doesn't take any chances.
"Here, let me see if I can help you get situated. Then, I will see if maybe there is something I can do to make your stay a little less... well... burdened by your... surroundings."
"Thanks, but I am almost done here. I wanted to find my swimsuit, but it doesn't look like I packed it," you say, once you notice it isn't here.
Linda smiles, "Hmmm... There is a lot of suits left in lost and found, if you don't mind second-hand suits. We only save suits that people might actually claim, so none of them are nasty or anything. Swing by the pool-house later. I'll be in the office, doing some paperwork for the swimming events later."
"Yes, I will stop by. Thank-you," you say, trying to get her out of there, before more people come and then rumors follow that. The last thing you want is stupid bitch-drama, to top-off an inability to escape, with all eyes seeking out "that girl"...
Noon came and went, the day being completely uneventful. Groups of people were here and there, but not doing anything special. Mandy, the hot girl who knew she was hot, was oddly alone, hanging out by the center-court, surrounded only by the empty cabins to look back at her. You feel compelled to walk over, but resist. Instead, you decide to go to the pool-house, to check out the unclaimed suits. Anything is better than nothing, you think, as you turn to walk away from the cabin.
"Wait!" cried a voice from behind you. It was Mandy, surely looking for some attention, or to rub her faux beauty in your face. Still, something compelled you to turn and wait, as she caught up. Strength in numbers, so you don't get raped by the camp-instructor, you imagine.
"Thanks, where are you going? Can I go with you?" Mandy asked.
"I... Sure... Just going to the pool-house," you say.
"Swimming, but you aren't wearing a suit," she looks at both your hands, which are also devoid of anything related to swimming.
"Linda said she has some unclaimed stuff in lost and found. I seem to have forgotten to pack mine," you say.
"Swim naked," she joked, "It's just all girls anyway."
"If I looked like you, I would, but I don't. So... are you coming?" you retort, with a snide tone.
"Sorry, yes... You look pretty too..." she said, obviously trying to save face, not wanting to burn another bridge, you assume.
The two of you head silently to the pool-house, where the vacant tile room echoes as your feet clash with the floor. The horrible scent of chlorine nearly chokes you as you make your way to the offices. Through the frosted glass, you can see the outline of Linda, sitting at a desk. Mandy follows closely behind you, almost kind of scared, closeness.
"Something wrong?" you ask in a whisper, before continuing.
"You know she's gay, right? Linda..." she says.
You roll your eyes, "So, and you aren't?" you half-jokingly reply.
"No, why do you think that? Did someone say something?" she said, in a slightly guilty way.
"No, no-one told me you were gay... but you do linger in the locker-room more than usual. Perhaps you should stop trying to show-off yourself to everyone. Why, did you do something with someone? Who would have told me that?" you pry...
She looks at the floor, partly thinking, and partly, you assume again, trying to come up with a lie.
"Seriously, what's going on? It's not like I am going to tell anyone what you tell me. Not like they would listen or believe me anyway," you reassure her.
She pulls you back, further from the offices, to ensure what she says is not heard by anyone inside.
"I kissed Tammy Reynolds. She tried to put her hands in my shorts last year. Then we got caught by an instructor," she confesses to you.
"By Linda?" you ask.
"No, she would have let us continue, I am sure, but I... I don't think I wanted to... Then, after the showers this year, this morning... Everyone started looking at me funny and started talking in whispers and wouldn't let me hang-out with them. They just all ignore me now. It kind of sucks," she admitted, with a partially, but not too saddened reply.
"Well, whatever, it's none of their business anyway."Even if you did or didn't want to continue, or enjoy it, they can keep fucking themselves. "Me, I have other plans," you say, letting some of your plan slip. Since you figure she isn't going to be talking to anyone and confessing a secret, you share a fragment of yours.
"What plans?" she asks.
"That's why I need a suit. I am meeting a boy from the other camp."
"What, who, when, how, where?" she asks, knowing 'why'.
"Mike, and shush... I want to surprise him with the suit and try to get him to go swimming with me at the waterfall. Then I am going to see if he will at least kiss me, or... well... more," you admit.
"Cool. Can I go too? There are more boys there, right? Can he bring a cute friend? I'll help you! You know... get him to kiss you, at least... but I'm sure he would do a lot more with you," she says, almost blushing.
You shrug it off, since this isn't the right time or place to talk about this. "I need that suit, and she has it. I'd let her fucking finger me to get that suit, so hopefully he can do that, or more... But, with you here, I think I can avoid that whole drama," you say.
"Sounds like fun... She's not bad looking, and it's actually kind of fun being fingered by a girl. Better than doing it yourself. Do you really think she would try that with you if you were alone? Is that why she really invited you here? Are there even any suits?" she rambles on.
You roll your eyes again, pulling her by the hand towards the offices to shut her up, avoiding all her 20 questions. However, once you get there, she refuses to let go of your hand, swinging it like a little girl swings her first boyfriend's hand at a school playground, when they have no idea what else to do. You try to shake her off, but she firmly grasps your hand and is much stronger than you. Instead, you ignore it as you push the door open. Linda raises her head from the paperwork and smiles at you, then looks at your new appendage.
"Mandy, you need a suit too?" Linda asks, slightly confused by the paired bodies.
"Yup... Silly me, I forgot mine too..." she childishly says, blushing like an idiot.
Your eyes narrow, only for a split second, then you command the attention back to the objective with a stern reply, "Suits... You said you had a bunch. We don't want to take up too much of your time."
Your urgency to come and go almost seems to put a little disappointment in Linda's face. You, feeling as if this may ruin your chances, extend that reply with, "It'll be getting dark in a few hours, and then we have to be back for lights-out. So, unless it's better for us to come back tomorrow..."
"No, here... they are over here, in the storage room. Come, it is too many to bring out," she begs.
You put a smile on your face, which isn't entirely fake. Mandy loosens her grip and breaks away, dashing to follow Lisa into the room. You swear you could smell that girl's pussy boiling over, or perhaps it was Linda's, but you don't care, honestly. What you didn't expect was your own wetness to build. Though, you quickly justify that you must be thinking of Mike.
She wasn't joking about the number of boxes of unclaimed suits. There were dozens of them, going back over ten years. It was almost like Christmas, opening mystery boxes. You both get lost in all the various styles, but have a few dozen to try on. With both of your hands full of goodies, you ask where to change. Linda says that this place is safe from prying eyes, but you could change in the locker room if you wanted more privacy. Mandy doesn't hesitate to expose herself, wanting to jump right in to a suit that she thought was perfect for her.
Feeling comfortable with the situation, almost as if she is just another one of the girls, you too change right where you stand. Your eyes still can't help drifting over to glance at Mandy as she stands there naked, trying to figure out how to get into the suit she has. Linda is also looking, but not lewdly, yet, still deeply, as if she was reminiscing about her own body when she was younger.
"Having trouble?" Linda asked Mandy.
"Actually... How do I even get into this?" she said as she held up the twisted one-piece suit.
Linda stepped over and took the suit from her, untwisting it and holding the neck open for her to step into. Mandy put her hands on Linda's shoulders, her cone-shaped firm breasts only inches from Linda's hot breath. Her bald mound gaped as she lifted one foot, and then the other, to climb inside. With a gentle tug, the suit was pulled up as far as it would go, which was not all the way up. She actually looked quite sexy in the half-fitting suit. The neck came up just above her puffy thick nipples, with the shoulders actually restraining her arms from being able to rise, like she was bound by the suit.
"Pull harder, it will go!" she demanded.
Linda pulled harder, just enough to get the shoulders up, which were now cutting deeply into her tender skin. Below, the suit had pulled right up into her slit, both front and back, making her camel-toe look freakishly edible. Her hardening nipples struggled to suspend the suit off her chest, which was so tight that it made her look like she had womanly cleavage. The sides of her suit, at her hips, reached clear up to her ribs, exposing her full thigh, ass, and most of her belly. If that suit actually did fit and looked like that, she would make every girl at the camp even more jealous.
"I... don't think it's supposed to look like that... as sexy as it looks..." you say.
"Really, you think this is sexy on me?" she joked as she pushed her mound outward and attempted to model it off, while pursing her lips and crossing her eyes. "This hurts like a banshee, but, man, does it feel good to pose in!" she guiltily admitted.
That suit now had a permanent woman stain in it, which forced Linda to throw it in the trash. "That was so last-year anyway," she said. "Next..."
You slip into a two-piece, but the top and bottom are both too loose. "Well, this one is a dud too!" you say.
Linda comes over, reaching around you, pinching the back straps of the top and bottom, looking you over, then moving out of the way so Mandy can offer her opinion. "Mandy, how is this, too loose still? Think this will capture everyone's attention at the pool, or is that the opposite of what you wanted to do?"
Mandy looks, and looks, and looks... "Tighter, for sure..."
Linda squints, questioning Mandy's judgment, but pinches it a little tighter. "Now?"
"No, more, like mine was," she jokes.
You don't protest, curious to see if she will try it, and she does, but not quite as tight, yet, still tight enough to be discomforting. "Ouch... Oh, that does..." you strike a lewd pose, chest-out and legs partly spread. The suit bottom gets swallowed by your consuming lips, but not quite as deep as Mandy's had been consumed. You finish saying, "sort of feel good to pose... Next!"
You all laugh, as more suits are tried on, some being displayed as jokes, more lewdness, and others seriously contemplated for use. However, there is one that all three of you agree, for the both of you, for actual use. Yours is a neon yellow, with black stripes down the side. Looks like a real diving-team one-piece suit, except for large holes on the sides and across the whole back, exposing your untanned flesh. Mandy's suit ends up being a white shiny two-piece, which actually seemed perfectly fit for her, with the exception of her strained nipples, which looked sexy constrained the way they were. Her bottom seemed a little thinner than what would normally be accepted at a campground, but it did seem like it would have been appropriate on the beach, in the 90s.
Linda took a moment to look at both of you, in intimate detail, slipping her fingers within the suits' inner seams, pulling and tugging them to fit your contours perfectly. She would start to adjust our suit, then stop and ask Mandy something, while Mandy watched, almost drooling, wanting Linda to touch her that way. Several hesitated and extended unresistant personal invasions later, Mandy got what she wanted, and you play along, seeing what torture it was to her. To you, this was payback for her being so damn beautiful, and knowing it, and using that knowledge to her advantage. Plus, it kind of turned you on a little too. Almost like you were a puppeteer with Linda, instructing her to make more and more adjustments, extending the torture even more.
Needless to say, both of your suits were ruined for the day, but Linda agreed to wash them for you. Begging that you both come back tomorrow for swimming lessons. She promised to show you her favorite outfit, since she never had anyone sign up for lessons. Essentially, it would be just the three of you, which was a small price to pay for what you needed, for later. But for now, the day was nearing an end, and you would both have to return to your cabin for the night. Mandy even asked if you wanted to bunk with her. You resist bunking together, but say that you don't mind if she bunks next to you. She understands, due to her stigma behind whispered breaths, but is happy that you don't mind being near her. Being seen with her, that close.
With all the girls worked up, sleeping was actually difficult. All night long, there were giggles and whispers and bursts of loud laughter from the re-arranged click bunk-mates. It was even more frustrating, because after everything that happened today, you were more horny than a running bull. Eventually, with a little patience, you were able to drown out the sounds with your pillow, once they tapered off, hours later. Dreams of being embraced by Mike didn't make things any easier for you. All night you kept waking and falling asleep, trying to have the same dream, but failing.You couldn't even enjoy a secretive morning personal time because half the girls were already up and chatting away while they ran around half-naked.
Mandy was still asleep, so you tried to sleep again too, but that failed. The frustration and noise was just too overpowering. Instead, you got up and jumped into the shower for a much-needed cool-down. Mentally, you were about to snap, and one wrong glance would have set you into a full-on cat-fight. "Shit, is my period coming up?" you think to yourself. That thought quickly fades as Mandy walks into the showers. She cautiously approaches you, unsure if this was crossing some kind of line in a friendship, after the bunking denial. Sympathetically, you call her over casually and strike up some useless girl-chat, which she plays along with. Now, through the corner of your eyes, you can see she is admiring you for some reason. You let her, and even go out of your way to give her a better look. Though she isn't Mike, the thought of her admiring you is deeply calming and a large ego-booster.
Nearly noon, after a long night, it is almost time for your swimming lessons. Though you know how to swim, you still need that suit. Still, now you will apparently have a tag-along when you go to see Mike. Again, another small price to pay. However, you are so desperate for Mike that you are willing to share him, just so you can get a piece of him for yourself. Something you don't think he will be able to resist, after seeing her. Hopefully, he won't abandon you, focusing on her instead. Which leads you to want to have a heart-to-heart with Mandy before you go shooting tomorrow. However, you are not sure how or when to bring that conversation up. You don't want to sound desperate, and leaving her behind isn't an option at this point.
With Mandy in tow, actually by your side, you head to the pool-house. The horrible chlorine smell is actually gone as the pool-pumps have kicked in, and the air-vents have opened for the day. Yet, Linda is nowhere in sight, not even in the office, through the clouded window. You both look, just to make sure, even trying the storage-room, which is locked now. That is when you hear the showers turn on. With a little curious hesitation, you creep to the showers, hoping to catch a glimpse of her full-figured womanly body, nude.
Peeking around the corner, you are both graced with a view to die for. Linda's long wet blond hair is dripping thick lather as she washes it. Her full round breasts actually sway in the jet of water blasting from the shower-head as she twists and turns while rubbing lather deep into her hair. Below, she is shaved bald, or waxed, but her developed mound is gorgeous to you. Even her ass, which is normally covered in loose sweatpants, is damn near perfect. Her buns are firm, flexing as she shifts her weight. The bottoms curved perfectly, ending in a gentle crease. Her top, just a hint of roundness, trailing up to a triple-heart shape, along her lower back.
You pull Mandy back, several steps, and then take three loud steps, walking to the shower entrance, as if you just arrived, casually. Yet, even after entering, trying to seem casual, the both of you obviously gawk at her as she sprays her face free of suds and turns her whole body to greet the pair of loud feet entering the stalls.
"Hey girls, your suits are over on the towel-rack, jump-in and get wet. You don't want the chlorine to soak into those old suits. The pool is still kind of high with shock and pH balancers. Trust me. Actually, bring me my suit too. It is next to yours Mandy."
Mandy doesn't hesitate, again, to strip and fetch the suits. You strip, but bring hers and your clothes to the locker-room before returning to put your suit on. When you return, Mandy is across from Linda, admiring her while she wets herself, in multiple ways, you are sure, by her looks. Then, to your surprise, while Mandy is ogling Linda, she blurts out, "I got caught kissing Tammy Reynolds."
You roll your eyes, unsure where this was going, but assume it was either an odd form of girl-talk confessions, or she was hoping for it to be meaningful to her personal agenda with Linda. Linda looked over at you, wondering, perhaps, if you might have wanted to add something to that, or divulge some other random taboo to her. Mandy, seeing that you, for some reason, held Linda's attention, blurted out, "She wanted the suit to go meet a boy, Mike, at the waterfall." You shoot Mandy an evil look, but figure, hell, the cat is out of the bag, and add to her last statement, "Mandy was going to go with me...", implying that now she isn't. Linda, slightly confused, but not entirely, turns back into the water stream, saying, "Sounds like fun. I'd join you, since it has been a long time since I had a good lay... But I am sure the guys are much too young for me."
"Wait, you're not gay?" asked Mandy, sounding real disappointed.
"Me, a lesbian... No... I don't limit myself to only females. I like both... and you?" she tests the waters, feeling like just one of the girls, in that moment.
Mandy says, "I don't limit myself either...", trying to sound smart.
"So, you have slept with a boy and a girl?" Linda continues, as she pulls her suit on, slowly, while looking dead into Mandy's eyes, that are fixated on Linda's dangling breasts as she bends down.
"What... Oh,... no.. but I want to... Yeah, I do...", she says without much conviction.
Linda looks over at you, as she stands up and her dangling breasts hang out from the front of her suit while she pulls each side over, eventually covering them, removing the temporary distraction. "And you? Just this guy Mike... or is he just a summer fling?"
You look down at the floor and shrug your shoulders, almost an innocent "yes", but more of a desperate, "I hope the fuck so!"
"Hmm. Must be from the other camp, I assume. How the hell did you find him? Is he someone you know outside of camp?" Linda continued to ask, seeming honestly curious, not prying like a third-degree lecture.
Your eyes lift, you speak, "Met him yesterday, I snuck off before going to the nurse. Down the jogging trails."
"Yes, I know where that waterfall is. I went there a bunch of times, to see some boys, before I became an instructor. Just don't go spreading that around camp. It'll ruin that spot, and get me fired," Linda begged, but not with any stern tone.
Mandy asked, "Can.. can you show us how to kiss a boy? Is it like kissing a girl?"
"Mandy!" you exclaim, scolding her blunt question.
"What? I don't want to go there and look like a dork when they try to kiss us. That is what we are going there for, isn't it?" Mandy asked.
You roll your eyes, and comment, under your breath, "More than that, I hope...", then say, in a normal tone, "Duh..."
Catching you off-guard, Linda leans down and asks, after hearing your undertone remark, "Can I?"
You don't say yes, but you don't move away. Your eyes fixate on Mandy, as if somehow you hoped she would answer for you, or take the lime-light, as she always does, saving you from actually saying yes. However, she did not hear what Linda said, and now she was moving her face to the front of yours, blocking your view of Mandy. Her lips gently pressing against yours, the tip of her tongue breaking the loose seal of your lips, seeking out your tongue, guiding it out into her mouth. Her hands caressing your face, your cheeks, your neck, your ear-lobes. Then she stops.
"That's how a girl kisses another girl. This is how a boy is going to kiss you," Linda says as she glares into your eyes.
Mandy, shocked at what she just saw, still unsure she was seeing what she was seeing, came in for a closer look. She was already licking her own lips, in anticipation of being next, before she even knew for sure what was going on. Linda approached you again, but now more aggressively. She lunged her mouth at yours, kissing you forcefully, and you kiss her back the same. Her hands running through your wet hair, tugging slightly and tilting your head back for a deeper kiss. Another hand running firmly down your neck, down your puffy breasts and erect nipples, over your suit. A firm and powerful grasp of your breast cusp, is followed by a similarly stern tweaking of your tender nipple. Then she stops.
"That is how a boy is going to kiss you, and, well, try to do more while he kisses you," Linda said to you, as your eyes glaze over in mixed emotions of love, lust, hate, fear and joy.
Now, you wait, eagerly to see her kiss Mandy the same way. Almost as if you are watching a porn, your eyes don't blink as she moves to Mandy's anxiously waiting mouth, already pursed as she stands on her tip-toes with closed eyes. It reminds you of a scene from discovery, the animal kingdom, of a lion approaching a zebra, just before it pounces on its prey. You blink, and then they are joined, mouth to mouth. Mandy kissing her back even more fierce than you were just kissed by Linda. Her hands greedily reaching out for Linda's crotch, almost trying to violate her, to the point where Linda has to kindly break the kiss off. She actually had to grapple Mandy's hands, and politely restrain her.
"Hmm... You said a kiss, like a boy. You didn't say you wanted to kiss me like a boy," she joked, moving Mandy's hands up to her face, before bending back down for a more appropriate kiss. Mandy got the hint, and didn't budge, for fear of losing another chance at another kiss.
"Time for swimming lessons," said Linda, ending the last kiss with a smile.
"Actually, I already know how to swim," said Mandy.
You reply, "So, we can just chill in the pool for a few hours. Right?" not wanting her statement to cut the day short.
"Yes, we can chill. We'll just have some girl time.""I am curious about this Mike guy," said Linda, "If I can't get laid, at least I can think about him and you while I tend to myself."
Mandy, trying to sound innocent, replies, "Ewww..."
"Come on, like you don't play with yourself!" you quickly snap, wanting to get more info on what to do, and what you want done to you. Also, if nothing happens, get some good visions to make morning-fun time a little more fun for you.
"Pool, now, before I ruin my suit," Linda says, inferring that this talk was getting her sexually excited.
You all head to the shallow end of the pool, sitting on the half-seat-steps. Both you and Mandy's eyes keep drifting to Linda's breasts which almost seem to float just above the water level. Small waves from the wake as you all breathe are cresting around her firm round forms. Water gently smothers her button-nipples under the tight fabric, keeping them hard as you all chat. She takes advantage of both of you being distracted, prying with some rather deep and personal questions that you both readily confess to her. Occasionally, she is slipping in some erotic confessions of her own, which are all going directly into both of your subconscious minds.
You couldn't recall any of the details if you tried, even under hypnosis. But, in time, you have told her every detail about Mike, your morning-loving sessions, every past event in your life, and all the things you thought you wanted to do with Mike. However, your experience had left your desires with Mike limited to nothing short of blunt raw sex. Mandy, on the other hand, you find out through her confessions, that she almost seems to be entirely a lesbian. Which, in all honesty, doesn't surprise you. Her interest in Mike, or a friend of his, seems like nothing more than simple curiosity. This is in stark contrast to your attraction to Mike, which is pure lust-driven attraction. You don't "want" him... You "need" him...
Linda, on the other hand, has filled your heads with all sorts of goodies. She has had a lifetime of experiences, in your eyes. Her words have you wanting to consume Mike more than you originally wanted to, and also leave you wanting to consume her, and Mandy, along the way. Mandy has similar feelings, and both of you assume, by her looks and words, that she wants both of you too. Why she is not just taking the both of you at this point is unclear. She seems to want to, and you want to have your way with her, but she, and you two, are resisting. Perhaps, you think, she wants you, the both of you, to experience Mike and his friend first. But it is clear that she doesn't ONLY want you to be limited to just Mike and his friend this summer. Maybe that is her reason... The whole summer is here for her. Mike, is surely limited and only possibly a one-time thing.
When the hypnosis wears off, you are both given some tips and some reassurance that this can happen, with Linda's help. You were unsure how to get away from the others tomorrow, but Linda has a good plan. She is even going to help cover for your absence, until you get back. However, she sets up a real limited time frame, which may be on purpose, so you don't get carried away. It is almost like she is keeping you on a loosely tied leash, but a leash, all the same. You honestly don't care, because you will surely have a chance at getting what you want.
The rest of the day, you and Mandy were tied together at the hips. You didn't even care that everyone now thought you two were lesbian lovers. You even had some fun with it, at times, kissing her while being watched, but acting like you just got caught by the person who you knew was watching. Mandy, was having more fun than you, and actually taking this play-time as more than just playing. She was getting into it, and anticipating each time you did it. Not being as creative and perceptive as you, she didn't attempt to do this herself, but made sure to play along each time.
It wasn't until the day was nearly complete, that Mandy asked you if you were just playing, or being serious. You refuse to answer, but she eventually works up the nerve to ask if she can do something more with you, before you two have to go back to the cabin for the night. Again, you say nothing, but lead her down one of the jogging trails, where you know of a secluded rain-stop shelter. When you get there, your lips instantly lock with hers, kissing her like a boy and using your hands like a boy. Now she is the one in shock, and frozen, as you have your way with her, silently, except for the juicy sounds of kissing and your exploring fingers.
Her legs buckle as you slip two fingers into her juicy slit. She moans through your mouth, struggling for air through her nose, as you firmly thrust your fingers right into her g-spot. Her wetness is making loud sounds as she begins to near an orgasm. Your palm keeps rubbing against her clit, which sticks out almost like a tiny cock, the more excited she gets. A third finger enters her, and you spread her hole inside while just rubbing your third finger up against her tender g-spot flesh. The scent of her sex is driving you wild, you need to taste her, but you want to have your turn even more.
You beg... "Fuck me... Fucking fuck me now!"...
Mandy imitates what you are doing, but ends up doing her own thing, which almost sends you over the edge instantly. She completely falls into you, when she cums, which takes all of your effort to support her taller figure. Her hand doesn't stop, and even gets more intense, as her body shakes and spasms over yours, and around your penetrating fingers. Somehow, you manage to stumble back onto the edge of the bench, with Mandy now supporting her own weight with her one free hand, against the seat backing.
She continues to finger-fuck you, as you retract your fingers from her, tasting her juicy orgasm with rolled-up eyes. When Mandy stops, you beg for her to continue, eyes still rolled-up and your hips raising up to search for her extracted fingers. Then you feel her tugging at your shorts, pulling them down to your ankles, and a soft delicate, but forceful tongue pressing deep into your slit, and lips starting to suckle on your erect clit. You gush into her mouth as you cum. Your body raises, trying to get her head even closer, which is impossible, but she does intensify her efforts until you collapse back down onto the seat, unable to hold yourself up any longer.
With a glossed face, and a saturated mouth, she climbs on top of you for a deep, passionate, long, lustful, girl kiss. You can taste both of your juices mixed together, and it seems to make you want more. You wish she had a dick at this point, but knowing that Mike has one, is enough to satisfy what is left for this moment, as being as complete as it can be. Now, you really can't wait for tomorrow to come. With a final kiss, you two gather yourselves, and ditch your drenched panties, which were used as rags to dry yourselves.
You make it back to the cabin, just in time to shower and settle in to bed. Though both of you are tired, neither of you can sleep. Your eyes just gaze back at each other, as you seem to be talking with your minds. Then, there is a disturbance outside. Someone yells, "There are boys out there!", as everyone darts up to see what she is talking about. When you look, you can see Mike and some other boy, being escorted to the main office by two of the camp instructors. Mandy comments, "He's cute," after you tell her that is Mike. The girls overhear your comment, and one stool-pigeon rats you out to the instructor who is lingering outside the door. You and Mandy are brought out too.
You and Mandy are led to the head office for the cabins, while Mike is off at the main offices. Linda, one of the instructors who carted Mike and his friend away, has a word with Mike, but not until she tells the other instructor that she knows his father, after hearing that this is "Mike", and assuming it is your Mike. The other instructor leaves, and is told to fetch you and Mandy. Linda had not realized that you and Mandy were already taken to the other offices, but that ended up letting her spend some quality time with Mike, alone, who was begging for her not to call his father. Linda, once Mike is alone with her, admits that she doesn't know his father, but wants to know why he is here, peeping on girls at the camp.
Linda is ready to scold the fuck out of him, and his friend, for breaking two girls' hearts... Peeping on other girls, after setting up a play-date with two other girls at the camp. She was thinking he was just a pervert. However, he explained that he came here to warn her not to come. He had been caught trying to sneak out a gun, to teach her to shoot. Linda wasn't aware of this shooting lesson, but continued to pry him for more information, leaving out the part about her wanting to do other things besides shooting. His friend, actually his brother, was another "soon to be instructor", who came to help him warn her, and make sure he didn't get caught. An obvious fail, at this point.
Linda, feeling a little naughty, decides to toy with the boys, to set the mood for what the girls intended to make of the situation. Besides, she thought these guys, who couldn't honestly be called boys at their age, were kind of cute. Almost a little naive, but still guys after all. She pulled her jacket off, which was on because of the cooler night air, exposing her tight shirt that hugged her bra-less breasts. Her obviously cold nipples were poking under the thin material lewdly, as she came closer to each sitting boy, to question them more, and program them, as she had done with the girls.
Within minutes, the boys were completely brainwashed, and clearly hard as a rock.She could tell because they were both hunched over, sitting with their hands in their laps, trying to hide their discomfort. She found out that Mike actually did think she was attractive and that he was sure she was hitting on him, but that his intentions were only to show her how to shoot, as promised. Linda informed him and his brother of your intentions with him, even adding some other things into the mix. Telling him how sexually frustrated all the girls were at these camps. Telling him how cruel it is for a guy like him to get these girls all hot and bothered down there, then walk away, with promises of shooting guns and other things, without following through.
Then, the door opened, and Linda quickly swiped up her jacket, scolding the invading instructor about not knocking before opening a door to the chilly night air. When she put her jacket on, it was like the hypnosis was broken. The boys went back to begging not to have their father called, even while Mandy and you are guided inside the room. Luckily, though you play along, you beg for similar safety from Linda. Even she plays the game of demanding that all of your parents know what you have all done, in front of the other instructor. He is eventually dismissed, feeling as if Linda has this all under control.
As if this were a sitcom, with the on-air light turning off... When the other instructor left, the atmosphere instantly changed to a bunch of thanks from Mike and his brother, and millions of questions from you and Mandy, who also thought Mike was perving around the camp, as it appeared to be. Linda interrupted the disruption by informing you of what happened, assuring you that she believes he is telling the truth, as she again removes her jacket. The room falls silent again, as if the hypnosis session was continuing.
Linda began to tell them what was about to happen. They were going to be taken back to their camp, after a little private pow-wow, with her and the girls. You all wait on edge for instructions, as you are clearly not the ones in control at this moment. You are all backseat drivers, no... passengers... in this little mental voyage.
Linda goes to the key locker and swipes the keys for the shuttle van. She then leads everyone out, packing them in the van. The girls, unlike the boys, are dressed in nightgowns and without jackets, they are cold, and Linda purposely leaves the heat off for this journey. Looking back, she asks the boys to be gentlemen and keep the girls warm. "Give them your jackets, let them sit on your laps, cuddle them, or whatever... Just don't let them freeze to death back there. I have to focus on driving, and the heater is broken."
Again, you know she is playing a game, and you and Mandy like the game so far. Apparently, so does Mike and his brother. You jump on Mike's lap, giggling and slipping his jacket over you, so no one can see what is happening between you two. Mandy does the same to Mike's brother, but had actually started sucking on his face. You look to the front, see Linda's eyes peer at you and Mandy in the rearview, then her eyes return to the road. She is completely ignoring the fact that Mandy is halfway down Mike's brother's throat. Still, cautiously, as Mike seems a little confused and reluctant, you put your lips to his. However, he only seemed to need a spark to turn his body into a raging inferno.
It wasn't long before Mike's brother was searching for Mandy's hot box. Her nightgown was soon over her head, and then on the floor, as her hands tugged and pulled at his belt. You try to ignore the situation, focusing on Mike, but you are curious to see how big he is, how she mounts him, and see if she likes it. Mike, more interested in you, was sliding his hands up your nightgown and rubbing your nipples. His mouth nibbling on your earlobe and his erection throbbing painfully against your panty-covered crotch.
In the dim light of the bus, you can see Mike's brother's cock. It is short, thick, and curved. Not like how you imagined a penis to look in real life. Mandy didn't even look down, she just pushed her cunny over it and began blindly trying to get it inside of her. When she did, she let out a loud moan, partly in pain, but mostly in pleasure. They were soon fucking lustfully, blind to the world around them. Mike pulls your attention away from them as he begins slipping your nightgown up. When the cold air hits your tiny nipples, they perk up into solid little peaks, your small sensitive breasts filling with goosebumps.
Your panties soon disappear, as well as his pants. When you see his erection, you stop to admire it, up close. An uncontrollable urge to suck on it comes over you as you see it twitch under your hot breath. He doesn't resist, and you soon find his hands on the back of your head, not forcing you down, but holding on as you lick and bob and twist. Something you learned from Linda, while chatting at the pool, just now coming back to your mind. Your hands caress his inner thighs, sliding up to cup his tiny balls. They pull up, tight against the base of his cock as you caress them.
Mike tugs on your hair a little, guiding you off his throbbing erection. He continues to pull you up to his level and forward, wrapping his arms around you. Then, his hands pull your hips towards him, sliding down to your ass, lowering your hips to meet his, gently sliding his cock inside of you. You don't even realize it is in, not because it is small, but because you are so fucking wet with excitement. If not for the throbbing to match his groaning, you would not have known to start moving. As you lift, now you feel the rim of his cock sliding along your inner walls. Your muscles contract, trying to feel out more detail, trying to get more sensations from his cock as it slides in and out.
Soon Mandy was moaning like a banshee, and Mike's brother was getting frustrated, as he wasn't quite ready to cum yet. Mike, triggered by Mandy's intensely building orgasm, had begun to pick up the pace. Soon he was fucking you like a rabbit, and you were enjoying the hell out of it, but nowhere near reaching your orgasm. Oddly, you found yourself fixated on his face, his look was a mixture of pleasure, frustration, ecstasy, and a slight look of anger. The feeling of his shaft sliding up and pounding into your clit was amazing, but not enough to get you off.
The bus stops, but you don't notice it, in the heat of the moment. Suddenly, you hear a voice, rather close to you, which was unexpected, because it sounded like Linda. "Easy tiger!" Linda said, as she reached between your legs and grasped Mike's balls. He groaned, slowing down, but he didn't stop. Linda had one finger curled around the base of his cock, applying pressure, and the rest of them curled around his testicles, guiding his motions by tugging and releasing. Mandy was now shaking and bucking like mad, nearly panting like a dog as she let out the last of her orgasm. When Mike heard her cum, he was about to say that he was going to cum, but found Linda take a bear-grip on his cock, as she guided you off him.
"Sorry, I can't let you get her pregnant," Linda said, as she quickly consumed Mike's extracted, throbbing cock. You watch, but don't join her, as she sucks and licks his cock like a pro. Then, as Mike explodes, Linda lets you watch as he fills her mouth, while she milks his cock for the last drops. You don't even realize she swallowed it, as she comes up to give you a full kiss on the mouth. You were expecting her to spit it in yours, or something lewd, but she didn't. The taste was there, and as nasty as you thought it was, you still probed her mouth with your tongue, to capture what little bit of his manhood was left in there. The kiss continued as Linda guided you back onto his erection. He was ready to continue, and she was there to help you reach your climax.
Looking back for a moment at Mandy and Mike's brother, she could see why Mandy came so fast. His thick curved cock went right for her G-spot and stretched her tiny hole to the max. Mandy was now sitting next to him, watching the show. Mike's brother, though he had not cum yet, was hopefully waiting for a blowjob, like Mike just got. However, instead of doing that, Linda raised her top, exposing her breasts to Mike's mouth and hands, while she continued to kiss you. Her ass waved, taunting Mike's brother, begging for him to take her next, to fill her hole, to empty himself inside of her.
Without any guidance, other than desire, he did just that. He was soon pulling her pants down to her ankles, exposing her firm round ass, as she begged "no, no, no," without conviction, between kisses to you and now Mike. You and Mike took turns kissing Linda and playing with her thick pointy nipples, and caressing her firm round breasts, while she rubbed your throbbing clit and continued to caress Mike's tender balls. Within seconds, her needy pussy was crammed with a short, bent, thick cock, which thrust away, like no other man's cock had done to her. She was nearly ready to cum herself, as he prepared to unload inside of her.
Linda breaks her kissing to let you both consume her perky nipples, while begging Mandy to rub her clit, begging her to rub Mike's brother's balls, begging him to fill her pussy with his cum. Her words trigger something inside of you that all this physical sensation could not do alone. All summed up, your orgasm finally reaches, but it doesn't peak. Your eyes lock with Mike's eyes as you both lick and suckle on Linda's breasts. Her hands feverishly caressing the both of you, sliding across slickened, tender and heated flesh, as it throbs within her grip. With a final animal-like groans from Mike, his brother, Linda and you, the moment is over. Linda and you both get filled with heated lust-driven loads."We... can't go back like this...", Mike pleaded.
Linda agreed, as she used a towel to empty his brother's spunk, handing another to you and telling you to push, to get it out.
"We can go to the cabins," you say, remembering the cabin you found, which was unlocked.
"They are all locked-up," Mike says.
Linda adds, "Yes, but I have one here..."
They look out the window and realize they are at the cabins.
"Wait, is it the one with the fake rock?" you ask.
"Yes, why? You found the key?" asked Linda.
"Yes, but it wasn't locked," you say.
Linda says, in a pissed tone, "Damn it, I told the girls to make sure it was locked when they left."
"Girls..." Mandy asks.
"Um, forget I said that. It's not important now... Yes, we can clean-up there, and then clean-up the bus... We made a mess!" she says, looking at the splatters and puddles on the seats and floor.
"Can we do it again?" you ask.
"Now? Are you still that horny? I don't think these guys have it in them..." Linda says, knowing that they damn well do.
"Yeah, we can do this again... See..." Mike's brother said as he stroked his cock back to life.
With a big smile, Linda walked, half naked, out of the bus and to the cabin, where she noticed the rock was gone. You apologize and run across to the next cabin, where you stowed it. She makes a comment about that being a smart idea, but tells you to leave it here and lock it up if you ever use it. She wanted it to be easy to find, but not as easy as being clearly out in the open. Telling you that it is a secret place for special girls at the camp, and special boys, at the other camp. This is something even Mike didn't know about, but was glad that he knew about it now. His brother, on the other hand, knew, but had no idea it was her cabin.
"There is a well-pump on the side... Can you go get some water, so we can wash-up?" Linda asks you.
"I thought we were going to do this again!" you say, with a disappointing look on your face.
"We are... Chill... We still need to clean-up, now and after we finish again. If we are going to do this, we should do it right, do it slow, do it completely and try not to get everyone pregnant in the process," she says as she looks at Mike and his brother.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," said Mike.
"You told me to..." said his brother.
"Oh, you can fill me all you want, I am on the pill... But they are not, I don't think... Are you?" Linda asks.
Both of you reply "No," which leaves Linda to happily demand the following. "See, so we have to suck it out of you, when the time comes, or you just have to switch to me, and fill me up instead. Then you can go back to fucking like bunnies again. Well, taking the others into consideration, they don't always have orgasms as easy as you bulls do."
Linda walks over to Mandy, just as you return with a big bucket of water. "Put that by the tin, in the bathroom. Bring back a damp rag from the rack. Then we will show these guys how to eat pussy, so they can help get us closer to orgasm, before they lose their gusto inside of us."
"You said not to do that inside of them!" Mike said.
"No, I said don't get them pregnant. Cum in their mouths. But, if they don't like the taste, then you can cum in my mouth, or in my pussy. Got it?" asked Linda, for the second time explaining it.
"Sorry, yes..." said Mike.
"Don't be sorry, be safe, and considerate bastards. Not just pricks that shoot all over, in the night," continued Linda.
With that said, Linda unfolded the couch-bed and set Mandy down on it. She used the damp towel to clean-up her glossy, and slightly frothed slit. To you, the scent was more erotic than your own juicy slit, when it hadn't been filled previously with a cock. Looking over at Mike's brother, you start wondering what his cock would feel like inside of you. After having seen Mandy reach an orgasm so fast, and having it for so long. After tasting Mike's cum in Linda's mouth, what was left, you wonder if you will like it when him or his brother cums in your mouth. You didn't exactly enjoy it, but you did enjoy seeing how much he liked it when Linda sucked him off, as he unloaded into her mouth, and when she milked the rest of it out of him.
A damp towel hits your arm. You grab it and wipe yourself clean, passing it to Mike. Linda doesn't hesitate to start licking Mandy's delicate folds, sucking on her thick pointy clit, and instructing the boys to come closer. They stop staring at her puffy mound, which was right at eye-level as she ate-out Mandy on the bed. Taking positions on both sides of her, as she continued, they watched eagerly. You are instructed to slide underneath Linda, and eat her out. She has you put your crotch up next to Mandy's, as your head rests just below her glistening folds. She hands you a pillow, to prop yourself up, so the boys can go back there and watch you lick her pussy, when they are not watching her lick and rub and probe both of your little snatches.
Between licks, and soft moans, she asks the boys to stroke themselves, preparing to cum, but not to cum. She wants both of you girls to cum first, and her, before the three of you take those two neglected cocks into your mouths for some much needed relief, for them. She wants both of you to taste, and hopefully enjoy pleasing the boys that way, as she enjoys it. But, guiltily, she hopes you two don't actually enjoy it, so she can have them both to herself, in one hole or another.
Mike and his brother continue stroking themselves, while they watch. Mike, unable to resist, begins caressing Linda's ass. He keeps spreading her cheeks, as you lick away at her juicy folds. Soon he has both hands on her ass, which Linda feels, and asks him to keep his dick hard, slightly frustrated that he stopped stroking himself. Mike intended to do just that, meeting her request. He slipped the tip of his dick along her folds, asking you to lick it, while licking her. Occasionally, he would push it inside of her, pulling it out for you to continue licking.
When his brother saw what he was doing, he wanted some hands-free play too. He moved up the bed, planting his curved cock right into Mandy's gaping mouth. Linda told her not to go crazy, so he doesn't cum before he needs to cum. His hands focused on Mandy's cone-topped breasts and puffy nipples. This, Linda approved, as it helped bring Mandy closer to climax. Her focus then went more to you, rolling her tongue around your clit, sucking it into her mouth and massaging it with the pressure from just her vice-lips. Her thumb slowly sliding in you, while two of her fingers slid out of Mandy, as she pumped forward and back, into both of you.
Mike was now playing with Linda's pink winking anus. He kept slicking up his finger and sliding the tip inside of her as it opened, letting it snap-shut, then slowly twisting it and pulling it out. Her moaning was bringing him near the edge, but he said nothing to anyone. You could feel something changing in him, as he kept slipping more of his dick inside your mouth and spending less time inside of Linda's pussy. Silently, he came, while half-way down your throat. You don't even realize what he is doing, until he pulls-out a little, and you feel it blasting across your tongue. Hot thick jets of cum, which you swallow before you even realize how it tastes, trying to hide the fact that he just came, from Linda.
His brother was not so slick. He announced with a bolstered moan and the typical phrase that he was cumming, when Mandy feverishly began groping and sucking and slurping his bent cock. She was moaning, as she drank him up, from her pussy-licking and from the excitement of disobeying Linda, and having her first successful blowjob completed. Linda, expecting this, said nothing. She continued to suck and lick on you, enjoying Mike's slip-n-slide cock actions, while also enjoying your slip-n-slide tongue actions. With her nearing an orgasm, she began to help get you there again. She knew you needed words, not just silent sex.
"Mmmm, baby, keep licking like that... Come on boy, pound it in a little more... Put another finger inside... Mmmm... Wiggle them around... Yea... You little tease, suck me harder... Come on you little cock-teasing bitch... Don't you think I know that you stole his cum from me... Now he's going to fill my tight pussy with even more cum... Then you are going to lick it all up, as it gushes out of my pussy... Eat my fingers you nasty whore... Show me how wet you can get... Make me cum as hard as you cum baby..."
Mike's brother was going insane. He wanted your pussy so bad, after hearing Linda talk about it like that. He pulled Mandy out of the way and tried his hardest to get his dick where Linda's mouth was. However, she was waiting, instead sucking his cock into her mouth, which made him start fucking her face. He didn't even reach the back of her throat, but you could hear her choking on it, while moaning. After calling you all those things, which was kind-of hot, you found it hotter that her mouth was now being stuffed, choked, and muffled by a face-fucking boy. Your pussy begins to throb around her thumb, as small moans escape your mouth.
Linda jokingly bites on his cock, stalling his orgasm, and causing him to retract, long enough for her to redirect his cock to the entrance of your hole. Her thumb pulls-out, as his curved, thick cock fills you to the brim, hitting your g-spot instantly, and then pounding away. Your moaning forces you to stop licking her, and Mike then starts pounding her. Between moans, you are poking your tongue out, licking at Mike's bald sack, groping for it with your hands, trying to make him cum, while you continue having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.Your tight, stuffed hole trying to resist the penetration, but encouraging it at the same time.
With another grunt and some stalled motions, Mike's brother indicates that he is ready to cum, trying to sneak it in you. Linda is too wise to be fooled, and pulls Mandy down while pushing him out of you. His bent cock instantly starts spraying wildly into the air, all over Mandy's and Linda's faces, before they get their mouths around it. He moans deeply as both girls lick him dry, setting Mike off as a back-seat observer to this crazy show. You feel his sack pulling up, trying to escape your grip and licking. You watch as the underside of his cock pulsates wildly, with every spasmic delivery of cum into her twitching hole.
You can feel the cool air inside your own gaping hole, vacant of that thick cock, enjoying the last of your reverberating orgasm. Mike eventually pulls out, but he came so deep inside of Linda that her clamped hole was actually vacant of anything to feed you. Not like you were looking forward to drinking his spunk from her frothed folds, but the thought of it still made you excited a little. Mandy kept sucking, way after he was done, but still while he had a slight chubby erection. She, like Linda, loved sucking cock for cum. Linda, she didn't move. Her legs were jittering, and her belly was heaving, but she just remained still. Slight short breaths as something was still going on within her. Perhaps she was still cumming...
You say, "So, should we all clean up for another round?", joking, sort of...
"NO!" four voices beamed, followed by exhausted laughter.
You do clean up, but for good, tonight. Mike and his brother head back on foot, as they intended to do, had they not been caught. The three of you spend a few minutes cleaning the bus, with the engine running and the heat on, this time. Before you all head back. Though, Linda has you two stay at her cabin, for a couple of reasons. She isn't done having her way with you, and it was to make the others believe that you two were on watch, after trying to "sneak out with some boys", as she said... This, she did to bolster both of your popularity, and to also throw them off the scent of the fun that the three of you were about to have, all summer long. Five, is she could get Mike and his brother to come back to the cabin.
Five years later...
The phone rings:
Caller: "Thank you for calling camp moss hunting. How can I help you?"
Mandy: "We got another one..."
Caller: "Mandy... Who is it this time?"
Mandy: "Josh."
Caller: "Who was he there to see?"
Mandy: "A cute little red-head named Trish."
Caller: "You going to the cabin with them?"
Mandy: "Yup... You want me to wait for you?"
Caller: "Sure... Let me put up these guns and tell Mike that I'll be back in a few hours..."
Mandy: "Take your time. I am still getting them to confess..."
Caller: "Kisses!", you say as you hang up the phone.
P.S. Linda and Mike's brother are away on their honeymoon... After having three babies, they decided to get married. You two are just instructors in training. | null | null | Authors/WriterNoone/A shot in the dark.txt |
123,870 | WriterNoone | One Shade - Grey Matters | You sit in the courtyard, backpack full of research papers and books to study for classes. Alone, with the tree as your reading partner, you sit. Something you find ironic and twisted in a way. The thought of the tree reading words strewn across pages made from chopped-up trees is almost as ironic as the flyers it is forced to display, stapled to its bark.
Your mind wanders to everything except your work, which you actually love doing. Instead, your eyes scan the courtyard, the scenery suddenly invoking a twisted hatred, stemming from envy of your surroundings. Bleached-blonde bimbos are hanging off of equally moronic meatbag jocks. They cling to one another like puppies in heat. Activists are out pushing lost causes, poisoning the minds of innocent people damned to pass by them.
Even the grass seems to piss you off, getting under your skin. Overly manicured like a French whore, made to please people who could actually care less about it. Then there are the hippies, tossing eBay treasures, relics from an era long gone. They are trying to rekindle a waterlogged fire back into a flame, only they are making the air more toxic as the smoldering past fills the world with their thick black smog.
[BAM] - A Frisbee razors past your face, knocking your glasses off and snapping them into two. The shock of it flying right past your eyes causes your head to bash back, in reflex, against the tree. The vindicated bark snaps your headband, forcing the spikes into your unprotected flesh.
You stand in the aftermath, infuriated, ready to rip someone's head off. But you cannot see who threw it. The offenders don't even come to take credit for their action, making it seem as if the damn thing came out of nowhere, thrown by no one, pissing you off even more.
You feel a trail of blood drip through your hair, down the back of your neck, onto your shirt-collar. Your hand reaches up, feeling around through your fallen hair. Only a little blood covers your fingertips, but it is apparent that your shirt is now bloody and ruined. You remove it, using it as a rag to stop the bleeding, before it drips further down your back, onto your tank-top.
Luckily, you decided to wear this tank-top instead of a bra, under your shirt. With blurry eyes, you glance repeatedly at your blood-rag, tapping away thin trickles of blood. Your hair becomes more messy as it falls out of the previously tight grip of your headband. Small gusts of wind randomly blow it back and forth, against your face and neck, which is why you normally tie your hair up. You hate that feeling. You get more perturbed as you stand there, feeling like a fool.
Even through blurry eyes, you can tell that everyone is looking at you. Your discomfort builds, the longer you stand there. Suddenly, a startling voice comes from behind you, behind the tree.
"Hey, sorry about that..." the man's voice says, but you turn and interrupt before he can finish his talking.
"What the hell! You threw that?! I seriously want to kick your..." you say, but he now interrupts you.
"Me, no... I was going to say, before you stopped me, that I saw who did it."
"Then why are you apologizing?"
"Because I just got done chewing them out. I thought you may have heard me, and so I came to apologize, for doing what you clearly wanted to do."
"I... Well... Thanks, I think... Yes, I was going to go give them a piece of my mind..." you look to your side, but he turns you the other way.
"They were over there. The wind caught it, hooking it back at you. Still, they shouldn't have been throwing it this way, into the wind," he says.
You reply, "I... Yea... Them..." pointing over to a blurry pile of standing people.
He lowers your hand, "That isn't them, they left. Those are different people there now."
His hand lingers a moment, releasing to discover blood on his fingers and yours. "You are bleeding..." he looks at your face, trying to discover where you are bleeding from. Only the blood on both of your fingers can be seen.
"My head... My headband cut into me, when I jerked back and hit the tree." You pull the blood-spattered rag, your shirt, out from behind your head. "I didn't strip for fun," you say, as you see he is now checking out your chest, through your slightly thin tank-top.
"Sorry again... I didn't mean to... Um... It looks like you have the bleeding under control," he says, trying to divert the fact that he was just caught checking you out. | null | null | Authors/WriterNoone/One shade - Grey matters.txt |
124,396 | Jess_C | Something New | Yes, it happens, bad experiences. For my wife Sue, it was good and bad; she got so messed up that she only knew part of what happened to her. We had been having a threesome with a guy named Sandy who was ten years younger than us for well over a year. He had become one of two regular lovers for Sue, and would come over to the house and have sex with her for anywhere from three hours to just busting his load in twenty minutes or so and leave. Sue liked the sex, and I didn't mind. It was always enjoyable to get into Sue's wet, hot pussy after one of her lovers had stretched it and ejaculated in her.
Sue is a little submissive, and he turned out to be a bit dominant, liking to ask her what she wanted and making her ask for his cock, things like that. Sandy was adventurous and enjoyed having sex with Sue either by himself or with me joining in the action. On several occasions, we had doubled up on her, with me in her pussy and him in her ass. She seemed to like it best the few times we were both in her pussy together, doing a slow grind; she would cum in a huge orgasm. At 5'4" and 115 lbs, Sue was light enough to fit on Sandy's dick while he was standing with her legs wrapped around him; it was quite a show. It was a regular thing for Sandy to come over and have sex with Sue two or three times a week when he wasn't dating someone; he must have been in her well over a hundred different times by then.
One evening, he called and asked/told her to get ready, as he was coming to pick her up and take her to his place. They had done this several times in the past, so I wasn't concerned. Sue was ready by the time he arrived, and he said he would bring her back in a couple of hours. I looked forward to when she returned, as I like to slide my dick into that wet, velvety pussy after it has been stretched and used. Sometimes Sandy would be a tender lover, taking hours with her, and other times, he would tell her he just wanted to get his nut off, fucking her and saying "thanks, babe."
After waiting for her return for two and a half hours, I became a little concerned, and after nearly four hours, quite concerned. It was a relief when I heard the car pull up in the drive. Sandy came to the door, helping Sue walk; she looked to be quite drunk and a mess. Sandy helped get her into the bedroom and said they had a real blast. Returning to Sue, I began to quiz her about what happened, and in a bit slurred words, she began to tell me how "they" had fucked her. Christ, "who were they?" I asked. She related the events as much as she remembered...He readily agreed and, dropping his pants, moved behind Sue, pulling up her skirt. He started moving his cock up and down the outside of Sue's already wet pussy. Sue was moaning as he inserted his cock in her, and I watched, amazed, as it went in and out, glistening with her juices. Her pussy lips were clinging to his cock, and she would grunt when he pushed back in. In about ten minutes, he just stayed jammed in and pumped his load into her, thanking her. As he pulled out, a long string of cum connected her pussy and his dick. I kicked off my shorts and inserted myself into that well-warmed-up pussy while Sue stayed bent over. There was a hot, burning puddle of cum deep inside her, and I blew off in a couple of minutes. Sue took the young man into the spare bedroom, and I could hear him fuck her late into the night. When I asked her about the severe grunting I had heard, she told me he had done her in the ass, and his size took some getting used to. I was getting hard listening to her tell me how much she liked his big dick. As I entered her one last time that night, I felt like I was the one she wouldn't be able to feel this time, so I made it a point to grind a little on her clit and bring her off before adding my spunk to the juicy mess in her cunt.
Sue never expressed an interest in the other guy, Mark. My guess was that while she had a good time, he had been too rough with her. Before he was done, he had fucked her quite hard with the beer bottle, even though she had cum on it many times. It was something she only wanted to do once. | null | null | Authors/Jess/Something_New.txt |
124,409 | Margie Donnadieu | The Malady of Death | You wouldn't have recognized him; you'd have seen him everywhere at once: in a bar, on a plane, in a movie, in a taxicab, in your innermost self. You'd have seen him in your innermost self late at night, when your lips sought to relieve their emptiness.
You may have asked him to stay with you, to relieve the endless emptiness.
"Only for a month," he said.
You accept.
You start cheating on him almost immediately, but each transgression makes you desire him more. You taste his mouth on their lips. You feel him inside you. Only him. His cock in your mouth.
Once, he cried out in pleasure. You tell him not to. You tell him he must be silent, silent as the men who took their women before the birth of language.
Outside, the cicadas cry out in the night.
You tell him you are committing suicide through him, that each time he fucks you, you feel emptier. You tell him to take you until there is nothing left.
Somewhere far away, insects whisper in the darkness.
He asks to take you *there*, where it will cause the most pain.
You accept.
You cry out.
While he hurts you, you hold his hand for comfort.
His wool sweater scratches against your back.
"Only a month," he repeats.
You say nothing.
A wasp flies through the open window, casting its shadow upon the wall.
You search his eyes for cruelty. You find none, only the hardness of tombstones.
You ask him to take you *there* again, where it will cause you the most pain.
He turns you around and forces his way inside, his teeth biting the skin on the back of your neck.
You cry out.
The pain is unbearable. You try to squirm out from underneath him, but he holds you down.
His finger caresses your cheek. It is a gentle touch, like a babe's.
Without knowing why, you begin to weep uncontrollably.
You tell him not to touch you.
Alone in bed, your fingers engulfed by emptiness, you come.
You hear the wasp, but you cannot see it.
You turn over on your stomach. Your fingers begin again. You try to remember the pain.
You come.
You feel the wasp crawling on your back, between your shoulder blades.
You imagine him whipping you there.
You pump your hips down against the bed, forcing your fingers in deeper.
You bite into the pillow.
The wasp stings. His whip cuts you open.
You come.
The room is silent, motionless. | null | null | Authors/margie_donnadieu/malady2.txt |
124,455 | Oneguy4fun | Messy Fun | You are buzzing pretty good from all the drinking we have done during the night, and you are horny and aroused, knowing that something kinky is about to happen. I lead you into the bedroom and whisper that we are going to play a game, and I tell you to sit on the bed. You sit on the bed, your back against the pillows. I pull out a red silk blindfold and cover your eyes. You smile, excited, nervous, and uncertain about what is going to happen. I stand back for a moment and admire you. My cock grows hard at the sight of your red glistening lips and your firm breasts held tightly in place by a white T-shirt. You have no bra on, so your hard nipples are clearly visible through the shirt. I admire your legs, nicely toned from all those years as a swimmer. Your legs are slightly parted, revealing white panties under your short skirt.
My cock is now fully erect, wanting to be released from the confines of my pants. First, I lean over and remove your shirt. Then I move next to you on the bed and guide your hands to my zipper. Although you can't see, you have no problem releasing my cock. As my cock falls free, you quickly wrap both hands around it, enjoying its hardness and warmth. I let out a moan as you massage my cock up and down. It doesn't take long for you to milk out a tiny bit of pre-cum. Your fingers expertly rub over the tip, covering them in stickiness and spreading the pre-cum over the head. With no sight, your hearing is focused on my breathing. Each breath or moan of excitement arouses you even more. As my breathing intensifies, your hands move against my cock in perfect rhythm. The pleasure is too much for me as I thrust my cock against your hands and explode in pleasure. My warm cum shoots over your breasts and splashes onto your chin. The warm liquid sends tingles of pleasure through your body as it covers you and drips down your sides. You begin to massage my cum over your breasts. The cum feels good as it slides over your nipples. Before you get too excited, I pull your hands away and tell you to relax.
I reach next to the bed and pick something up. You feel a soft object pressed against your lips, and you instinctively part your lips and take it in. I slowly push this strange object into your mouth. It is long, soft, and smooth. You soon realize it is a banana without the skin, and you begin to suck it like a cock. I encourage you, "that's good, show me what a good cock-sucker you are." My words excite you even more. You want to please me. As I push the banana in and out of your mouth, you imagine my cock fucking your mouth. Your tongue expertly licks the bottom, your lips wrap tightly around the long soft shaft. "What is it?" I whisper in your ear. "A banana," you whisper back. "Very good. Take off your skirt. Things may get a bit messy." | null | null | Authors/oneguy4fun/MessyFun.txt |
124,743 | Chris Hailey | You're Such a Good Girl, Hannah | You're such a good girl, Hannah.
You're my sweet little butterfly.
Come sit on my lap, my darling,
No reason for you to be shy.
You're such a sweet girl, Hannah,
Beautiful kitten of mine.
Why don't you take your shirt and your pants off,
And I will take off mine.
You're such a cute girl, my sweetheart.
You're my little filly so thin.
Now we're naked together,
Skin rubbing on skin.
Your nipples are beautiful, Hannah,
Like the pink buds of a rose.
I kiss and I kiss you all over,
From your head to your sweet little toes.
You're such a sweetie, my darling,
It's your turn to kiss this time.
You suck my cock, I get to watch,
While I think of the next dirty rhyme.
You're such a big girl, Hannah!
You make me so proud of you.
You let me take your cherry,
To show me your love so true.
You're such a dirty girl, Hannah,
You're so tight, my cock's going numb!
I'm going to give you my semen,
Oh Hannah, take my come!
You're such a good girl, Hannah,
And this is our little secret, you see.
Big girls like to keep little secrets,
So don't tell your mommy about me! | null | null | Authors/Chris_Hailey/YoureSuchAGoodGirlHannah_Mg-oral-first-poem.txt |
124,764 | Chris Hailey | Preteen Prostitute | You sit down at a table. Your mouth is dry, your heart is pounding harder than you expected. As you pick up the menu and pantomime scanning the items, your eyes flit around the restaurant. It seems like a normal place; there's a couple in the corner, eating their dinner, but no one else is there. It hardly seems like the sort of place that had been described to you.
A fat, balding Middle Eastern man walks up with a glass of water and a waiter's notepad. "What'll it be?" he asks.
"I want to order something that isn't on the menu," you say, repeating verbatim the words you were told to say. Your voice sounds shaky. "I want to order the special dinner."
The man nonchalantly jots something on his pad. "And how would you like that done?"
"Rare," you respond, answering exactly as you were told.
The man leaves, walking through the swinging doors into the kitchen. You drink the water to wet your parched mouth as you wait. Your heart is pounding harder still.
Finally, the doors swing open again and the balding man steps out. A small girl follows behind him. He gestures toward you. The girl is looking at the ground but raises her eyes and briefly looks at you. Her eyes are dark, she looks scared.
You were told that the girl would be fourteen or fifteen. But this girl looks like she is ten, even nine. She is tiny. She is beautiful. She has shining dark hair, a soft, coffee-colored complexion. She is skinny and long-limbed. Your heart is pounding hard.
She walks to you, her head bowed. She reaches a hand out and you take her hand and stand up and follow her through the swinging doors.
Still holding her hand, you follow her down a hallway and through another swinging door. On the other side is a large man, a scary-looking man. He says nothing, but holds out his hand, palm side up. The girl pauses, you take out a wad of bills from your pocket and put them in his hand. He counts them--1, 2, 3, 4, 5: $500 dollars. He nods to the girl and she continues walking down the hall and you follow her.
She opens a door, holds it open for you. You walk into the room. It is a small room with nothing but a bed, a door leading to a bathroom, and a window looking out onto a back courtyard. She steps through the doorway, closes the door, and turns the lock.
You sit on the bed, needing to calm your nerves. Your knees are shaking so badly you could hardly stand. She is leaning against the locked door, looking down at the floor. You want to say something to her, something to comfort her. She is only a child, no older than your own daughter. But what can you say that will comfort her? Nothing.
"You should take off your clothes," you say instead. You try to sound authoritative, commanding, but your voice cracks and you sound nervous.
She raises her dark eyes, shining with tears, and nods. She looks back down at the floor and begins unbuttoning her shirt. She is wearing a little bra; when she takes her shirt off, she reaches around her back and unhooks the bra. Still looking at the floor, she slouches her shoulders forward so the bra falls off.
She has tiny breasts, just beginning to bud, just barely lifting her dark swollen little nipples off of her cream-colored chest.
Your heart is pounding so hard now that it feels like your chest is going to explode. Your cock is rock-hard. Your nervousness is beginning to be replaced with something else--with sexually-charged adrenaline. As she begins unbuttoning her pants, you stand up and start disrobing yourself. Your hands shake as you undo your belt. She drops her pants and panties. Her pussy is bare and cream-colored. Your erection throbs at the thought of violating that little child's pussy.
You drop your pants and underwear; your cock springs free, standing out proudly, curving upward to point at her. She stares at your manhood, wide-eyed, scared. You are rock-hard, harder than you have ever been. Painfully hard.
"Come here," you say, your voice commanding now.
She walks to you slowly. She is so very, very scared.
You put your hands on her shoulders, you push her down. She is on her knees in front of you now.
"Suck me," you command.
As she opens her mouth, she closes her eyes. You push your cock into her lips.
"Open wider," you say. You grab her hair, you pull your cock back, you push it in again, you start fucking her face. Her beautiful little child's face.
After a minute, you let go of her hair and pull out of her mouth.
You walk over to the bed, your cock so stiff it hardly moves as you walk. You take a couple of pillows and stack them on the bed, near the edge. You look over at the girl, still down on her knees, staring up at you with a frightened look.
"Get on the bed," you say. "Lay down with your stomach on these pillows."
She slowly climbs onto the bed and lays face down, her stomach on the pillows.
You stand behind her, at the edge of the bed. You grab her hips and pull her closer to you, then put your hands on the inside of her thighs and spread her legs open.
There is your prize. There is your bald little cream-colored pussy. Your cock throbs with excitement, adrenaline soars through your body.
With one hand on her hip, you grip your cock with your other hand and position yourself at her opening. She whimpers into the bedsheets as you rub your cockhead in between her bald pussy lips.
Once you have it positioned correctly, you push into her. She cries out and moves forward, resisting. With the tip of your cockhead still in her pussy, you take hold of her hips again and pull her back into position. Then you reach one hand out and grab a large clump of her hair. With your other hand you grip your cock again. You push in, hard. She cries out again, but before she can lunge forward to resist, you pull back on her hair, pulling it towards you.
She cannot move this time. Your stiff cock bows under the pressure, and yet her hymen is still intact after your second assault. Your heart is pounding, your adrenaline is coursing through you, causing your entire body to shake. You are on fire. "Give it up, you little bitch," you say. You hadn't meant to say it out loud, and your voice sounds strange, scratchy and aggressive. Once you've said it, though, once it's out there, you feel the need to say it again. "Give it the fuck up, you whore!" you shout, gripping your cock and shoving in hard, pulling back forcefully on her hair. The young girl cries out a third time, but it is too late for her innocence now. You feel her maidenhood tear.
You pull back, shove in again, she sobs.
You fuck her for a dozen strokes, pulling her hair back hard with each thrust so that she cannot resist. Then you pull out. Your cock is covered in blood.
She lays there, her face in the bedsheets, sobbing, as you go into the bathroom and wash yourself off. You wet a towel and return to the room and gently wipe the blood from her vagina.
You sit down next to her and put your hand tenderly on her back. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," you say to her. She turns her face, opens her dark, beautiful, childish eyes and looks at you. She stops sobbing.
"What's your name?" you ask her.
"Sirah," she says.
"You are very beautiful, Sirah," you say.
"Thank you," she says quietly. She looks at you with her shining black eyes. "And what is your name?"
You tell her your name. She repeats it in her sweet little voice, as if she wants to remember forever the name of the man that deflowered her.
You lean over and kiss her on the cheek. Then you put your hands on her shoulders and roll her off the pillows towards you. When she is on her back on the bed you lean over her and take her nipples into your mouth; first one, rolling it between your tongue, then the other, feeling their soft, spongy flesh. Then you sit up, on your knees, and move over to her so that your cock is above her face.
"What do you think of my cock, Sirah?" you ask.
"It is big," she says.
"Do you like it?" you ask.
She looks up at you, her dark eyes wide.
"Do you want it inside you again?"
She doesn't answer, she just looks up at you.
"I'm going to put it inside you again," you say.
She nods.
"I'm going to fuck you," you say to her, looking down at her face underneath your cock, "and then I'm going to finish inside you. I'm going to come inside you." It gives you a thrill to tell the little girl that she's going to have your come inside her.
She nods again.
You lift the shaft of your cock so that your balls are in her face.
"Kiss my balls," you command.
She lifts her head and kisses your scrotum.
You sit back. You put your hands in her armpits, moving her so that she is laying in the middle of the bed.You climb between her legs, spreading them open with your knees. You grip your cock and lean over and push into her again.
She turns her head to the side but she does not cry out this time. You enter her; you are gentle at first, a slow, cautious pace, letting her stretch open and lubricate, enjoying the feeling of her hot, sticky lips sliding along your cock. Your cock is throbbing. He wants you to fuck her. None of this pansy-ass gentle shit, he likes it rough, he wants a woman to know he's inside her. And no matter what you want to do, he is ultimately in charge. He gets what he wants.
You lay down on her, wrapping your arms under her shoulders and up over her head, holding her in a headlock. You start slamming into her, one hard thrust after another, the weight of your whole body driving your cock into her. She grunts painfully with each thrust.
"Tell me you want my come," you snarl in her ear.
She says nothing, just grunts, her head to the side, looking at the wall.
You grab her face with your hand, a thumb on one cheek, fingers on the other. You squeeze her face hard and turn her head so she is looking up at you. "Tell me you want my come inside you," you hiss.
"I want your come inside me," she says mechanically.
"Tell me you want my sperm!" you say loudly, slamming into her repeatedly. "Tell me you want my sperm, you little whore! Tell me you want to have my baby!"
"I want your sperm," she says, grunting with each thrust, "I want to have your baby."
"Oh my god you're such a fucking whore!" you shout as you start orgasming.
You unload, filling the little girl with your come, several huge, glorious shots, slamming hard with each one, then several smaller ones.
You pull out of her. Your cock is bloody again. You go into the bathroom and clean it off, then climb on the bed and kiss her cheek.
"Thank you, Sirah, it was very nice," you say.
She manages a little smile. | Mg(10), first, rough, ped | null | Authors/Chris_Hailey/PreteenProstitute_Mg10-first-rough-ped.txt |
125,059 | lilguy | Inga Lair Part 1 | You were a pilot in the army during the Great War. The battle in the sky was fierce as you battled for America and all she held dear. You were part of a secret army fighting ancient forces. That was until you were shot down by an enemy plane. Your plane crashed on enemy territory. You survived but were knocked out. You woke up tied naked to the story.
That was no problem. You had handled worse before. Whatever kind of torture they had planned would be nothing. You were taught to take anything. You were the best of the best. Then you heard screams.
"I tell you everything, please stop," you heard a man beg.
Then you saw the Brick. The Brick was one of your toughest men. He now had a collar on him. He was being walked by two German women and was kissing their feet. You waited in the room, and then a woman walked in. She didn't look like a woman. She looked like a goddess. She came in naked. She stood 6.5 feet in height and had solid muscle. She was still beautiful. Her breasts were huge, almost to cartoonish proportions. They were like two giant beach balls. She had big, sexy lips and seemed to drip sex. Everything about her was amazing. She had the face of a goddess. Her hair was blonde, and she had deep blue eyes. Her body was toned and perfect.
She stands over you as you lay exhausted. "Vhen I said all night...I meant it," she says, looking at you sternly. You can still smell each other's cum, and she smiles, licking her hand and starting to stroke your massive cock once again.
To your amazement, it grows bigger than before, swelling rock-hard, and you see the veins popping out of it as it pulsates with sexual power. It's the fattest and biggest cock you've ever seen.
"That's good," she says. Your balls swell to the size of apples, full of cum for Inga to extract.
She takes your cock in her hand and starts stroking it as she kisses you. Her hands are amazing; she strokes your balls and plays with your hair. She stretches your ball skin, molding your cock into putty. She breaks away from the kiss and licks your face. She licks the head of your cock. She licks gently at first, then speeds it up along the long journey of your shaft. She teases the head for a few minutes, driving you crazy. She then starts to take it into her mouth, sucking it deep. Half of your massive cock is sticking out as she looks at you. She sucks it hard and fast, her head bobbing up and down. There's no way she can take the whole shaft of your huge cock in her mouth. It's just humanly impossible, you think, then she winks and starts sucking faster. Her cheeks get red as she forces your cock deeper into her mouth, saliva dripping down your cock, making it sloppy wet. She breathes and then takes the entire cock into her mouth.
You grit your teeth and moan as she strokes and sucks the cock with both hands. She gives you the best cock-sucking of your life. Her skill is amazing. Tears of pleasure run down your face as she opens your legs to stroke your balls. She occasionally sucks them, the balls hitting her chin. She stops every time you are about to cum and then goes back to sucking.
She places her pussy on your mouth as she sucks, soaking your mouth as she cums repeatedly. "Ready to blow your load, little man?" she says.
"Yes, Mistress Inga," you mutter.
She starts sucking faster and faster. Your body shakes as you fill her with sweet jizz. You can see yourself in the mirror, and so can she. She sucks it as cum flows from her mouth. She takes it out, her mouth filling with cum as she gargles it, then lets it drip down. She takes your gooey cock and starts tit-fucking you. Your cock is now extremely sensitive. She puts the shaft between her tits and sucks the massive, engorged cock head. You moan until you can't moan anymore. Cum shoots deep into her mouth and covers her face. There is a puddle of cum on her tits. She licks it off as the cum drips off her tits. She laps it up like it is candy. You don't think you can cum anymore, but she just looks at you and gives you a smug smile. She reaches out and gives your huge cock 3 hard strokes with both her hands, and you shoot your load yet again. The pleasure of your orgasm is so intense you think you are going to pass out.
"Now who is the greatest?" she says, drenched with your sticky cum.
"You are," you say, passing out.
She stands over you and smiles, her face covered with cum. "Just a bit more, little pet," she says.
She takes your cock, and her tongue seems to wrap around it like a serpent. She sucks it deep inside her mouth, stroking it as she shoves the meat deep in the back of her throat again and again. You watch in continued amazement as your huge cock seems to go in without any effort. She smiles at you, stroking your cock with both her hands as it goes in and out of her mouth.
"You like big cock going in a girl's mouth, don't you, nasty boy? You like all this cum spilling on my face," she says.
She sucks it harder and faster, and then you start to shoot your load deep inside her mouth. She takes it all in, letting it fill her mouth. She pulls your cock out and stands up. Cum is dripping out of her mouth as she gives you a smile. She cups her gigantic tits and sees a pool of your cum. She spits, dribbling more down on her big nipples. "Look at all this cum on my tits," she says. Then she opens up her pussy lips, and cum seems to pour out. She then bends down. "Look at all the cum in my ass." Her whole body is covered in your cum.
"What shall we do about this, little man?" she says.
"Take a shower?" you suggest.
"No, I have a better idea. I want you to help me clean my body, lick it off," she orders.
You look at her in shock.
She smiles at you like a lion looking at raw meat and says, "Or do you enjoy intense pain instead, little man? Lick me clean, or die in pain - the choice is yours." She stands in front of you with her snatch dripping with cum. She gives you a wicked smile. "You like my wet, dripping pussy. You nasty little boy. You made me all wet. My cum mixes with yours." She pushes you down. "Will you lick me, little pet?"
"Yes, Mistress," you say.
She smothers your face, and you start to lick her clean. You eat and munch on her pussy. She covers you with both your juices. You lick between her legs and thighs as she fills your mouth. "Mmmmmm, nice boy, clean it again." She holds your hair as you lick her clean. She cums hard all over you and moans. "Mmmm, you made me cum again, so I guess you have to keep cleaning." She laughs.
You suck and suck, cleaning her. She jerks you off, making you shoot your load. She takes her hand and has you lick it clean. "Mmmmmm, tastes good, doesn't it, little pet?" She smiles. She kisses you with her cum-soaked lips. You feel embarrassed, but she is making you feel so good. She puts her ass in your face. "Lick my nasty coochie clean...lick it good, yes, you nasty boy." She smothers you, rubbing you but not letting you reach orgasm. You licked it clean as she fingers herself. She places her feet, and you start licking between her toes and up her leg. You smell her feet, and she rubs your body. You want to burst, but she stops you. You lick her back and arms. You feel and massage her strong muscles. She smiles smugly.
She takes your head and shoves it back into her pussy as she cums. "You made me cum again...you really must stop that, or we will be here forever," she laughs. You continue licking her clean from the front. She pulls you up and places a finger in your mouth so you can suck it clean. She holds you so you can lick every inch of her biceps. She strokes you with the other hand. She takes her hair, soaked with cum, and wrings it out like a sponge into your mouth. You can hardly take any more of her stroking. She shows you her tits. "Almost done, little pet," she says. There seems to be an entire bucket's worth in her tits. You slurp it all up. She helps you by licking it too. She places her nipples in your mouth as you sucked the last bit of cum. She holds you down on the ground, cumming on your face as you take it all. She stands over you, all clean. She takes your cock in her hand. Your body shakes as you cum and cum all over the walls.
"Don't worry, little pet, I will clean that up. Now to clean you up," she said.
She carried you into the hot tub and started cleaning you. You hug her as she milks you dry. The water washes it away, soaping you up. You lay across her chest, passed out. "Good boy...got big plans for you," she smiled. You fall asleep in her arms.
"My name is Inga. Where is the Laser Weapon?" she says in a corny accent.
"I don't know," you lie.
"Do not play dumb with me, little man," she says. She gets on top of you and straddles you, pressing her warm, panty-covered cunt down on your swelling cock. "Do not play with me. You know I will get the information, as no man can resist me. I will fuck it out of you. I can bring you to a level of pleasure your puny American body could never take. You will fall in love with me. My pussy is just too great. Tell me now and save yourself the embarrassment of my dominating you in bed."
She presses a button on the wall, and a bed slides into view.
"Ummm, if I have to go through having amazing sex for my country, by God I will. That is the price I am willing to pay to be an AMERICAN," you say."I admire your bravery, little man, but you are very foolish," she says.
She takes you and ties you to the bed. She strips off all her clothes and starts rubbing you. She kisses your chest and slowly starts sucking your nipples. You lie there naked as she kisses your body.
"When I finish with you, you will give me the information," She said, grabbing hold of your cock. She had an amazingly long tongue, and she runs it all around the head of your cock, bringing your cock to full throbbing erection. She licks your cock up and down, focusing on just the right spot on the underside of your cock head. She got it real wet, licking around and sucking your balls. She had the best hands in the world. She rubbed your body with one hand and stroked your cock with the other.
"Now it's time, American, to feel the power of sex attack," She said. She takes your whole cock in her mouth. Her sucking is amazing. She starts sucking hard and fast, giving you the wildest and wettest blowjob you ever had. It drives you crazy.
"You can't take it, little man," She laughed.
"Ohhhhhh, shit," You mutter. You feel yourself cumming.
After less than 3 minutes, you are dying for release, and she was giving it to you. Your cum rockets from the head of your cock, and you blow your load down the bitch's mouth. She sucks you dry and keeps blowing you.
She smiles up at you and says, "Give up, little man, I can go all night," she said, stroking and sucking your now extremely sensitive cock.
She held you down and started riding you. Her pussy sucked your cock in. Her cunt tightens and massages your cock, gripping your shaft like a chokehold. She moves under you, doing things to your cock that you didn't know were possible.
She laughs as you moan, saying, "That is why the little one should tell the truth."
She rides you harder and faster. Your cock feels like it is wrapped in the giant tongue. You cum more than should be possible. She pumps herself up and down on your cock as you cum, the pleasure is almost more than you can bear.
"Now watch this," She says.
She starts riding you up and down so fast that it shouldn't be physically possible. She is just a blur to you as she fucks you to torturous bliss.
You scream at her, "I can't take you going so fast!"
She ignores you, riding you faster and faster. It is like fireworks going off into your body. You didn't know it was possible to have multiple orgasms, but you do, spurting over and over into her twat. She reaches down and shoves her finger up your ass as you climax again; her finger sends an electric shock through your body, making every touch incredible.
"Ha Ha, this is a special technique taught us in the War Camp. No little one can resist speed fucking."
You try to get out of the fantasy room. You are totally fucked out, but for some reason, it won't respond. She says, "Are you ready for the next round of speed fucking, little one?" It must have been part of your fantasy, either that the operator was asleep. After a few minutes, you break.
"Okay, I'll tell you."
"Good, little one," She said.
You told her everything you felt so broken. She let out an evil laugh.
You see what looks like Doc Savage naked and on a stretcher.
"Looks like Inga's in a horny mood today," One of the guards laughed.
"She's an animal, she's not human, kid. She took out my whole crew, kid, with that pussy of hers. Run, run for your life. Waaaa, mommy," Doc Savage said before passing out.
"Oh, now that is just fucked up," you say out loud. You are still being dragged naked toward Inga.
You see Inga is the woman that interrogated you. She is in a big bath, the bubbles covering her gigantic breasts.
"Well, hello, little man. Your intelligence checks out. Lucky for you that you understand the extreme power of my tremendous pussy," Inga said.
"Okay," You say with a shrug.
"Don't worry, many men have been broken by my super pussy. Men much stronger than you," she said.
She gets out. She towers over you, and you see her body that is pure perfection. She is like a twisted blow-up doll bought as a joke one time. She is a walking wet dream brought to life. Your cock hardens. She sees and lets out a laugh and touches your cock. She started to stroke it, causing waves of pleasure to shiver through your body.
"You see, your puny dick understands my power when your mind doesn't. See how it comes to my command," she laughs at you.
You continue to listen to her talk some complete nonsense on how her cunt is like the hammer of Thor, or some crap, just a bunch of B-war movie bullshit. Suddenly, you climax and ejaculate in her hands. She looks down at her cum-covered hands and raises them up for one of the busty guards to lick clean for her.
"I need a pet, little man. Bow down to me, and you will get pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. Refuse, and you shall be crushed."
"Lay down, little man, and watch as Inga...fucks you up," Inga says.
She laid you down and took off her clothes. Her body was amazing, strong and Amazon-like. You could smell the scent of her pussy juice fill your nostrils, and you could see that she was dripping wet and ready for sex.
She licks her hand, getting it real wet and dripping. She strokes your cock, her saliva drips all over your cock. Her hand is amazing, and your cock grows as if by magic to 12 inches long; it is also nice and fat.
"So you can take me with a cock that will satisfy me, this is just one of my many tricks, little lover."
You push her back on the bed and mount her. Your new cock demands immediate fucking. Her pussy sucks and milks your huge cock; clenching you like a vice. You fuck with her, pounding your cock rapidly in and out of her, feeling her fuck you back. Inga screams, "YES, POUND ME, POUND ME HARD, POUND MY SWEET PUSSY, I'm cumming."
You pound it in and out as hard as you can. Your cock seems to grow even bigger, expanding her cunt; plunging deeper and deeper into her. You feel the juice splash over your cock, it feels even more amazing than before. Through some sheer amazement, you don't shoot your load. You don't know why. She kept grinding you as your tore apart her pussy again and again.
"Yes, your cock is tearing me apart. Fuck me harder, yes HARDER!"
She grinds into you, your balls slamming against her ass. She sucks your mouth and explores it, probing her tongue deep into your mouth. She grabs onto your ass as her massive breasts press into your chest. She starts to moan again, "Oooo, I'm cumming, mmmmm, fuck me again."
She said, kissing him deep. She sucked your tongue, grinding into him. She lifts up your body, fucking you senseless. Both your bodies were dripping with sweat as you grinded each other. "Cum for me, little man."
"OHHH SHIT, INGA...INGA," You scream as you cum.
"Yes, little man, cum for me yet again, your BODY IS MINE," She laughs as she buries you in her massive tits.
Your cock is still rock hard as you shoot a massive amount of cum.
"Mmmmm, nice, but I'm not finished," Inga says.
Your cock was still amazingly rock hard. She smiled at you and turned around, her ass was in your face. She smiled sexily and said, "You like?"
You nod your head. "Good, pet," She said.
She bends over the table and opens her ass cheeks. She shows off a gaping, bottomless asshole that is dripping wet. Sweat is running down her ass cheeks. She slaps her ass and gives it a squeeze, "Fuck me up my pooper, pet. I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME HARD IN THE BUTT."
You take your meaty cock and slip it in her crack. She moans, and amazingly, her ass took your giant cock all the way to your balls. You didn't think a woman's butt could take that much. You slam it deep inside her as she screams with pleasure. You slam it in an inch at a time, making her moan louder each time. She starts playing with her clit, you can see her in the mirrors. Your balls slap against her ass over and over. Her ass starts milking your cock, a most amazing feeling.
"You like in my ass, slapping your dick, no?" She smiles at you.
You ram your cock as deep and hard as you can and go wild. Your body is covered in sweat as you thrust with every muscle.
"Yes, fuck ME HARD, YESSSS HARDER, YOU BASTARD," she screams.
You slap her ass as you shove your cock harder and deeper into her.
"I'm cumming, yessssssss," She yells, her cum soaking the table. You taste some of the goo leaking from her. You shoot a load deep inside her.
"Damn, that was good," you say.
"Not yet, pet," she says. You can't even pull out of her tight asshole, she clenches you tight. She has a smug smile as her ass sucks you in. You cum hard again in her ass and fall forward onto her back. She pulls you out and lays you off on the table. She opens her butt cheeks and shows gobs of cum dripping out her asshole. She straddles you and lets you see her back as she slips your huge cock back into her ass. She starts riding you up and down. All you can do is lie back and let her ride you. She fingers herself to an orgasm, her cunt squirting juice everywhere.
"Who's your mistress?" She asks.
"You are, Inga," you say as she grinds you.
"CUM NOW," she says.
You cum so hard your entire body shakes as you fill her ass over and over again. She lets out a booming laugh as she lights her cigarette.
The end.
If you like that, check out interactive Inga stories at http://www.chyoo.com:81/index.php/main.story. | null | null | Authors/lilguy/Inga superpower German Goddess/inga01.txt |
125,066 | lilguy | Inga stories - Fall of Bucky | Years after Inga took over the world, Inga's Castle was a den of depravity and wickedness. Here, the female rulers of her new world order could have their greatest desires come true. This is where she held her greatest slaves and trophies.
Inga stood in a hot tub with a male slave washing her. He was 6'7" with long black hair. Her body, after all these years, was still perfection. The water washed down her large breasts that were like two over-inflated beach balls. Her enemies had been hypnotized by her breasts right before getting crushed. She loved seeing them cum in their pants at the sight of her superior German body. German engineering at its finest, the perfect sex and killing machine. The rest of her body was a perfect combination of curves and muscles. Her beauty was to die for. She smiled smugly as the men washing her trembled, knowing she could snap them in half at any moment.
Her young protégé, named Lisa, walked in. She had cum covering her body and had the fallen Captain America by the hair. Her hair was in pigtails, and she was 5'8" but still deadly. She was known as the "snake tamer" for being able to take the most well-endowed and bring them to their knees using sex.
She tossed Captain America on the ground and pouted.
"My toy broke again. He's not moving anymore," she huffed, putting her arms across her ample chest.
Inga spit on him.
"Stupid weak America... always breaking. Don't worry, my little sweet. I'll get my healers to mend his broken bones. It should take an hour."
"What am I going to do until then?"
"Come here. I shall tell you a story."
"Goodie," Lisa said, jumping in.
Female guards dragged Captain America away.
"I am going to tell you how I first broke his sidekick," Inga said, as Lisa wrapped her arms around her.
"I thought his sidekick died in a plane crash."
"That's what they thought. That isn't the true story. It happened during World War II, before I killed Hitler and took over this empire, filling it with female soldiers. I was a soldier, but still powerful."
During World War II...She removes her pants and panties. She stuffs her fat cunt in his mouth. It filled his mouth, and he started to face-fuck him. Cum flowed out of her pussy as she came and came. It drowned the young man. He was forced to suck her giant pussy, fucking him into the ground. The smell was intoxicating. She came and came as she jerked the young man off, turning his cock into putty. For 20 minutes, he lost track of how many times he came and passed out. She managed to keep his cock hard after each time. He coughed her cum out, some came out of his nose. He didn't understand how so much cum could flow out of her.
Inga was intoxicated by power. She gave him a few punches to his face and body. She put him in multiple moves. She grabbed his arms and legs, stretching them. She pressed back against her knee and stressed him. She laughed as his screams hit her ear. She waited until his arms and legs were weak and useless.
"You betrayed your COUNTRY, little witch. See how hopeless it was...how hopeless it was to stop the gigantic muscles, the big tits. Let me put that dick between your biceps. See how easily it cums, look at your squirted right now, screaming with orgasm...begging me to stop. See how superior the German body is."
She started fucking him with her biceps. She licked the cum off her biceps. She held him down and took him inside her. Her pussy sucked him like a vacuum. He was lifted from the air as she propelled him on her pussy. Inga was dripping wet, kissing her muscles as she rode him. He couldn't take it. His body was hit with orgasms as he begged her to stop.
"Ah, little man...can't take the German pussy. Girls your age, all already trained to break men with the power of their pussy. Go ahead and cry, little one. Cry, hahahaha. Should be messing with real women."
He was screaming hysterically, pounding on the ground until he stopped moving. He just laid back, letting his body get hit with orgasms. She had fucked him for hours. He told her everything he knows. She held him upside down from his legs like she just caught a fish. She draped him over her shoulders.
As days and months passed, she broke him. She let all her women have their way with him. That was when Hitler learned of what she did, and he went to give him his award. She grabbed him and cracked his neck.
The guards went for their guns.
"Shoot him."
She tore through them with ease. She cracked one of their arms and used him as a shield as she fired. Her gun clicked empty, and she swung her human shield around and around, knocking people out. He flew through the wall. Her female had snuck in and stripped and hookers. They grabbed the machine guns and fired at the other soldiers.
Inga sat on the throne as the new leader. This would be the first step to world domination. She snapped her finger, motioning Bucky to end. The girls laughed, slapping his ass as he walked. He looked very feminine now, with long hair and lipstick. She pointed at her pussy and smiled. Bucky then wiped his tears and kneeled. | null | null | Authors/lilguy/Inga superpower German Goddess/ingabucky.txt |
125,584 | NotVeryNice | Midday Surprise | You thought you were home alone, sitting on the couch and were in a naughty mood, so you put on a nice sexy video to watch. You normally left this to the night so you could go to sleep right afterwards, so you decided "What the hell..." and started to play with your clit.
The video was starting to get heavy, and you saw that the guy on screen was really sexy, and that just turned you on more. There was a girl in the room, and she was kissing him. He pinned her to the wall and reached over onto the counter to grab an extension cord that was sitting up there. He lifted her arms above her head and tied them together and then to the knobs on the cupboard there.
That excited you even more, and you moaned to yourself saying "Fuck, yeah!" Moaning louder. You didn't see me in the hallway behind you, watching you. I walked in without you noticing and stepped up to the couch behind you. I reached over your shoulders and wrapped my hands under your breasts and squeezed and kneaded them.
You weren't expecting that and jumped, but then moaned saying "Mmmmmm..." and kept strumming your clit while you watched the guy on screen get a chair and put it in front of the girl. He stood up on it and roughly grabbed her head and forced it down on his dick.
I bit your neck and asked "You like what you're seeing?"
You let out a "Yesssss..." and pushed 2 fingers of your other hand in your pussy.
I walked around the couch and got down between your legs and shoved my tongue deep into your pussy.
I had forgotten that I asked a buddy to come hang out, because you were a bad little girl and distracted me with your sexy pussy, and right about then he walked in through the front door behind me. He saw us, but since you had your legs covering my ears, I didn't hear him.
You gave him a nice 'come fuck me' look, and he smiled back at you, then tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up and saw him looking almost pleading at me. I leaned back enough to tell him "Feed this horny little minx your cock. She's a bad girl!" and leaned forward and bit your clit.
He took his dick out and presented it to you, then rubbed it on your lips. You reached out and took it carefully and began to lick his dickhead. I looked up and saw that he was letting you just softly lick it, so I reached out and pushed his ass into your face and made you gag a little, but then you took all of him in your mouth.
I leaned back again and said "Quit being a pussy, she likes it rough. Fuck her face, already." I leaned back down and bit your inner thigh, and you came because right then my left hand had 2 fingers in your ass and my right hand had 3 fingers in your pussy, playing with your g-spot. On top of that, he grabbed your head and started to roughly jam his dick into your mouth.
You squirted all over my chin and shoulders. I wasn't expecting that, so I bit your clit in retaliation. You squirted again, and then I decided you needed more punishment. I leaned back and told him to keep you busy, then stood up and left the room, towards the main bedroom.
He made you stand up and leaned you against the arms of the couch. He smacked your ass hard on each cheek a few times, then took his dick and shoved it into your wet pussy in one thrust.
I walked back into the room just as you shrieked out a "YES!!!" He began to fuck you really hard and fast. I took the box under my arms and set it on the coffee table and went to the side wall to press one of the switches. 2 conspicuously hidden chains came down from the ceiling, and I connected a hand cuff to each. Then, I took your hands and pulled you to me. I looked at my buddy and told him "Don't stop fucking her."
I cuffed you to the chains and pressed the button to lift the chains higher. Your arms rose, and you turned to face me. I noticed that he slipped out of your pussy. I told him "I told you not to stop fucking her!"
He said "There's no way he can fuck her pussy with her facing that way."
So I responded "Then fuck her somewhere else!" and got in front of you and took your legs and wrapped them around my waist. I buried my dick into your pussy in one quick lunge, and you came all over my legs.
He walked up behind you and put his dick up to your asshole and started to slowly push. He was going too slow, so I grabbed his shoulders and humped you hard, shoving your asshole down on his dick. He went in with one stroke, and you squirted all over me again. I looked at you and said "I didn't give you permission for that..." so I bit your neck and pinched your nipples hard.
My buddy was in his own world fucking your incredibly tight sexy asshole, not worrying about what we were doing. You came again when I bit you and started to fuck your pussy again.
By then, I knew it wasn't going to take long to finish, and I heard a grunt from my buddy. I felt his cock inside you throbbing, and I knew he was cumming inside your asshole. I could see the utter pleasure on your face, and I just lost it. I came big inside your pussy and clutched you to me.
You felt me cumming inside you and came again all over my legs. He pulled out of your asshole and sat on the couch. I was still holding you with your arms still cuffed to the chains. His cum was dripping out of your asshole, and mine was seeping out of your pussy.
He hit the switch on the wall and lowered the chains, and I uncuffed you. I took you to the couch and sat you in the middle and sat next to you. I was absently playing with your throbbing clit while he was playing with your breasts.
He spoke to me while looking at your beautiful breasts. "If I knew this was what you meant by hanging out, I'd have brought my girlfriend along. She's had a crush on this little number for a while now. She keeps telling me how much she wants to eat her out."
I told him "Bring her next time. Then Maybe I can fuck your girlfriend while she eats my girlfriend out and she can keep your cock happy with her mouth."
He laughed, and you leaned over and kissed me, then him, and fell asleep.
The End? | null | null | Authors/NotVeryNice/Midday Surprise.txt |
125,647 | Mark Jones | a letter to a lover | You open up a story in ASSM and read it. It is one of those stories that tells you that you are a woman and you do this and you do that. Of course, you know you are a man and you aren't doing the things the story says you are doing, so you don't know what you are supposed to do. Confused, you give up.
This is the problem of second-person stories. In almost all cases, they are personal erotic love letters that the author decided the world needs to see. And while they may hold some special meaning to the real participants, they don't mean much to most readers.
As with most of these stories, replacing every instance of the word "you" with the word "Sally" would result in a plotless sex scene. So even without the annoying style of storytelling, there isn't much of a story.
The romance in this story is nice, and I can tell the two lovers are very fond of one another. But beyond that, there isn't much to see here.
TITLE: Quick Lunch Surprise
TAGS:
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AUTHOR: Jeff Zephyr
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This is the second part of the "One Fine Day" series by Jeff Zephyr. The guy in this story is having one fine day indeed!
Instead of working at the computer, he's reading porn on the Internet, imagining her face and body in the lead roles so the stories come alive. When she arrives home for lunch unexpectedly, she catches him with a hard-on. She starts to take care of him, but he gives her an orgasm first. And then she takes care of him in a very nice way.
I read the two stories of this series in the same day, and after this second one, the romance gets too sappy. The guy's worshipping puppy dog bit gets old.
In small doses, this is fine reading. If you read them back-to-back, though, you may need an insulin injection.
TITLE: as falls cuyahoga, so falls cuyahoga falls 7
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AUTHOR: Nicholas Urfe
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Seventh in the series of the dysfunctional Cuyahoga family, this story starts off with mother Vanessa pounding down a martini and talking to her daughter Addison and Addison's friend Edie about the fuck Addison and Edie just finished in Addison's room. They mention the father, Jackson Cuyahoga, and the story shifts to the airport, where Jackson is picking up his new protege, Torvald.
Most of the story is spent with Jackson and Torvald as they discuss what Jackson likes from his assistants, which includes more than just keeping up on the latest articles on gravastars and entropy.
This sexually exuberant family is beginning to solidify in my mind, and I must say, a fascinating family it is. You read some ridiculous stories in ASSM about happy families who fuck one another, but you rarely see a story where the participants are so desperately in need of counseling.
This is not an easy series of stories to read. The writing style is complex, and it takes some getting used to. But if you're willing to take the effort, you'll be rewarded with a rich look into a family that crosses a line.
TITLE: Memories and Illusions
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AUTHOR: Katherine T.
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Flor and Katherine are in Firenze, the last day before they leave for Paris. It is hot, Katherine is naked, and Flor has one finger in Katherine's vagina and another finger up her butt. Katherine, apparently, is a very accommodating lover.
And then Katherine is in a desert with white sand. And then a party in Chicago. I assume some of these scenes are memories while others are illusions. Either way, they are all well done. The opening scene in Italy, especially, is great.
I suppose I could quibble about the story feeling front-heavy, that the Italian scene overwhelms the rest of the story, but don't let that sway you away from reading this story. Katherine's subservient femme is a fascinating character, and she gets in some very sexy situations.
TITLE: Smokin' Hot Sex, Too
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AUTHOR: Gary Jordan
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This story is a long email message from PJcocoa (also known as Gary) to "Alexis in Alaska." PJcocoa and his wife are trying to cut back on the cigarettes and made a deal that they could only smoke a cigarette after achieving orgasm. It's enough to make a guy crave a nicotine craving!
They have friends, Jack and Jill, who are also trying to kick the habit, and they let them in on their idea.
There isn't much explicit sex here, just a bunch of embarrassed folks talking about sex in a roundabout way. But it's a cute story, comfortably told. I'm not sure why the story had to be an email message, other than as an excuse to get one last good double entendre in. Although now that I think of it, that's as good a reason as any!
(By the way, if the author is reading this, I only noticed one place where your verbs change tense. Either you did it right, or you have a damn good proofreader.) | null | null | Authors/TaintedLime/issue-17.txt |
125,651 | Slippery Quill | Finally - For the First Time | Yet another excruciating second-person story. In this one, I am the wife of a man who is watching me make love to another man. The other man comes in my pussy, and then I make love to my husband.
On occasion, I can stand to read a second-person story if it reads like a love letter. But this one is told in the present tense, so it doesn't work as a letter, either.
On the positive side, the author writes grammatically correct sentences, so if you happen to be the person this story is intended for, you will enjoy this story. If you're not that person, pass it by.
TITLE: Swimming pool action
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AUTHOR: badr
CORRECTED_TEXT: This story breaks every rule in the book. No paragraph breaks, no grammatically correct sentences, no capital letters, mixed verb tenses, very few periods. You would think the story would be almost totally unreadable.
And, in fact, you'd be right. A short random sample of what you would be faced with if you tried to read this story:
"We started kissing again, this time my hands coursed through your front, slipping under your bikini top for a second... just brushing with your nipples, then pulling out."
If you're desperate for a romantic poolside romp, then maybe you'll want to struggle through this story. Otherwise, try something else.
TITLE: Private Dancer
TAGS: (MF) Subway series #6
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AUTHOR: theGreatxIam
CORRECTED_TEXT: The main character in this theGreatxIam story has lost the love of his life, and he spends his sleepless nights rumbling through the city on the nearly deserted subway trains. The couples who share the subway cars are the worst at rekindling sad memories, and on one particularly difficult night, the tears flow.
But a kind young lady notices his grief, and when the train finally empties out, she treats him to a private dance that he won't soon forget.
Most theGreatxIam stories benefit from pristine writing and sparkling clear action, but this story does not measure up to the author's usual high standards. I found several typos and grammatical errors, and the shift to present tense for the big sex scene jarred me.
I suspect my rating reflects a disappointment that my high expectations were not met. But it's still a good enough story to recommend, although not as highly as this author's other stories.
TITLE: DOUBLE D's DERRIERE DELIGHT
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AUTHOR: Evan Karpel
CORRECTED_TEXT: A woman at a strip club is giving a businessman a lap dance. Despite her aggressive grinding in his lap, he never gets a hint of an erection. She is doubly surprised when he gives her a big tip.
When she's done for the evening, the man approaches the stripper in the dressing room. For a thousand bucks, she agrees to go with him to his hotel room.
And when they get to the snazzy hotel, things get weird.
While the story is readable, the writing is clumsy. We are told the woman's bra size several times, which is several times too many. When the sex starts, the writing improves somewhat, but as the story wraps up, it's back to the awkward phrasing and stilted dialogue.
The story should probably have a "caution" story code, but because the story is so unrealistic, it's hard to be squicked by it.
TITLE: I'm Talking To You
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AUTHOR: Alan C. McDonald
CORRECTED_TEXT: This clever story chronicles a man's voyage through a sexually explicit website. He enters, he looks through the picture galleries, he enters the contest for a free visit from the website's fantasy babes, he gives them his credit card information...
Oops! So this is why you should never give your credit card information to anyone you don't know!
While there isn't much sex, it *is* funny, and it is well worth the short amount of time it will take you to read it. | null | null | Authors/TaintedLime/issue-36.txt |
126,500 | Norm DePloom | On Becoming A Whore | Yes, I'll admit it, I took advantage of her, but she got what she wanted as well. I watched her, and her two children, several times when I walked from my office down to the little store on the corner. Just the sight of her usually gave me major wood. She was the epitome of a beautiful, ripe woman, with a body that was made for fucking, tits that were designed for sucking, and a mouth meant only to be a home for cocks.
I watched as she, having failed to talk the store owner into giving her credit, spent her last eighty-nine cents on a small package of crackers for her children to share. I tossed the money for my diet Dr. Pepper on the counter and followed her out of the store.
"Hi," I decided not to 'beat around the bush' (unless, of course, it was her bush). "I see you need some money." I pulled a crisp, clean one hundred-dollar bill from my pocket.
"You're going to give me that?" she asked, almost salivating at the sight.
"Not exactly," I answered, pulling the money back. "It depends on how badly you need it." She made no pretense of not understanding what I wanted for my money. She hesitated only briefly, looked down at her two hungry kids, swallowed hard, and then answered.
"My apartment," she informed me with resigned embarrassment, "is around the corner." Putting the money back in my pocket, I slipped my arm around the young woman and walked with her towards the indicated, not very well-maintained apartment building.
"You are a very sexy girl," I told her as we walked. "I've wanted to do this since the first time that I saw you."
"Thanks, I guess," she answered in a subdued voice. As we walked up the rickety steps that ran up the outside wall of the building to her second-story apartment, I slipped my hand further around her and cupped her firm warm breast. I could tell that she didn't like it, but she needed the money too much to risk stopping me.
"You two play out here," she instructed her young son and daughter after we had entered the apartment. "While we go into the bedroom for a while."
"No," I insisted. "I want you to strip right here."
"No," she answered emphatically, looking at her two children beginning to play with their toys in the corner. "I won't do it, not in front of them." She looked back at me. "I'll do anything that you want in the bedroom," she pleaded. I pulled out the one hundred-dollar bill and, holding it in front of her face, pulled a second one hundred-dollar bill from my pocket and added it to the first.
"No," she repeated, but with considerably less conviction. I stood there, enjoying the moment, we both knew that she was going to end up doing exactly what I wanted, even with her kids in the room. Then I pulled out a third one hundred-dollar bill from my pocket to join the other two. I could see her resolve beginning to crumble.
"I guess you're not serious," I said sadly, as I started to put the money back into my pocket. "about needing to feed your kids."
"Please," she begged almost inaudibly, with tears welling up in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. "I'll do anything that you want."
"Three hundred dollars," I stated my requirements, as I set the money down on the end table and sat in the threadbare chair. "for three hours of your time, during which you will do anything that I ask."
Having this young woman standing meekly in front of me, giving into my every demand, as tears of shame and humiliation ran down her red, embarrassed cheeks turned me on like I'd never been turned on before. My cock felt like it was a titanium rod, about to burst through my trousers. "My only promise," I continued, "is that I will not injure you." She nodded her head in agreement, not taking her eyes off of the floor in front of her.
"Now," I said, sitting back in the chair and letting her see the large bulge in my pants, "slowly undress. Let me see that hard sexy body of yours."
Her face turned an even brighter shade of red, and with copious tears rolling from her eyes, the girl glanced at her two children for a moment, then very slowly lifted her pullover blouse up and over her head, revealing her flat, smooth-skinned tummy for my enjoyment. Letting the blouse drop to the floor behind her, she bent her arms back and unhooked her bra. Letting the bra slip down her arms, she revealed a pair of breasts that were even more magnificent than I had imagined, topped by a pair of large brown nipples that were, in spite of, or maybe because of, her humiliation, standing up at hard attention. Her nipples were surrounded by peanut butter cup-sized areolas, which were crinkled with excitement. My cock twitched visibly as I stared at her breasts, licking my lips in anticipation of getting my mouth on her nipples.
When she pushed her shorts down her shapely legs, I discovered to my delight that she wasn't wearing any panties. As she stepped out of her shorts, I stared admiringly at her thick, healthy, untrimmed and very womanly pubic patch. Standing in the middle of the room, the embarrassment of having her naked body stared at with open, her unbridled lust seemed to eclipse the humiliation that she had felt over being forced to strip with her kids in the same room.
"You can start," I instructed her, as I rocked my hips pushing the bulge of my achingly hard cock up for her attention, "by sucking on my cock." The naked young mother knelt between my knees, and after running her hand up and down over my bulging trouser-covered hard cock, she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers. I lifted my butt from the chair, and she pulled my pants down my legs. She then pulled them off my feet and tossed them aside. Despite having her two young kids in the room, the stunningly sexual woman cradled my balls in one hand, while she stroked her other hand expertly up and down my eager hard cock. I looked over at the two kids playing just a few feet away, as their mother lowered her head, sucked my cock between her pouting lips, and into her hot wet mouth.
By the time that she engulfed me in her mouth, the sexual tension of forcing her to perform in the presence of her kids, as well as the excitement of her stripping to reveal the most perfectly sensual body I'd ever seen, combined with the wet heat of her mouth caused me to cum with a loud moan, shooting my 'manly essence' over her tongue. To my delight, she swallowed every drop of my cum, and then gently held my cock in her mouth, while she firmly massaged my balls and brought me back to full erection in record time. Apparently, once she had resigned herself to doing whatever was necessary, she started to get into the whole kinky scene. My orgasm-induced moan had attracted the attention of her two kids, who watched with undisguised curiosity, as their naked mother climbed up on the chair and, crouching down with her feet on the arms, reached between her legs to grasp my re-hardened cock and guide it into her wet, waiting cunt. I never expected a mother of two to have a pussy as tight as hers. She had obviously been doing her PK muscle exercises, not only was she extraordinarily tight, but she could massage my cock with her cunt muscles in ways I'd never experienced before.
Once she had lowered herself onto my waiting pole, she leaned forward and, pushing her lips against mine, forced her tongue almost as deeply into my mouth as my cock was going into her exceedingly wet cunt. While our tongues danced in my mouth, she rode up and down on my hard rod, gripping and relaxing her pussy muscles to maximize my pleasure. I was quickly to learn that once this girl became excited, she turned into a sexual demon, willing to do anything, anywhere to anyone. Her two kids had dropped their toys and had gathered around on each side of the chair to watch their mother.
"What are you doing?" her son, the older of the two, asked.
She broke off our kiss and looked at her son. "I'm fucking him," she answered, all signs of humiliation and embarrassment had been pushed aside by her overwhelming sexual excitement. "So that he'll give me some money to buy food with."The young boy nodded his head in acknowledgment and then wandered back over and began once again to play with his toys. The slightly younger daughter stayed beside the chair, and with her elbows resting on the arm right beside her mother's foot, and her chin resting in her small hands, watched with fascination as her mother's cunt moved up and down on my hard cock.
"Oh god yes, fuck my cunt you bastard!" the mother of the young witness yelled, leaning her head back and whipping her hair back and forth, as her orgasming pussy gripped my cock like a tight hot wet hand. The daughter watched with a concerned look as her mother frantically pumped herself up and down on my cock, while yelling for me to fuck her harder.
"It's OK, honey," her mother finally said, as her orgasm finally began to subside. "I'm just coming. It's fun, honest." She assured her daughter. Then she leaned forward and rested against my chest as she continued to ride up and down on my cock with a less frantic 'post-cum' pace.
"I don't mind fucking you to get money to feed my kids," she said softly in my ear as she continued her steady pace fucking herself on my cock. "I just hope that I don't end up with another one from this." Ignoring her comment, and reaching down between her wide-spread legs, I ran my fingers over her stretched wet pussy lips as they slid up and down my cock shaft.
"Your mother's going to cum again," I warned the little girl watching us, as the steadily building moans told me that she was beginning to build to another climax. I moved my hands, reaching around her legs, and, pulling her butt cheeks apart. I then probed her tight asshole with the tip of my finger. Her orgasm hit high gear, resulting in another round of shouts to be fucked harder accompanied by the most marvelous spasms of her cunt muscles on my cock.
"You're really a little fuck monster, aren't you?" I asked her, after her second orgasm passed, and she was once again resting against my chest, while she kept me hard with small rocking motions of her hips and practiced rhythmic tightening of her very talented pussy muscles.
"Yes," she answered with a surprising blush, hiding her face against my neck. "Once I get excited, I lose all control of myself."
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I leaned forward, as she moved her legs off of the arms, and wrapped them around my waist. Sitting on the edge of the chair, I leaned over and sucked on her nipples, while I moved her body up and down on my cock, fucking her faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until we both bellowed out incoherently, and I splashed the insides of her spasming cunt with my cum. I continued to hold her, while our bodies relaxed, and my softening cock finally slipped from her tight cunt.
"Here," I said, picking up one of the hundred-dollar bills from the table. "While I recover, you go down and buy your kids some food."
She smiled and said thank you, then gave me a kiss of genuine affection, before quickly pulling on her shorts and her blouse. Once dressed, she left the apartment, leaving me with the kids.
No, I didn't fuck or molest her children while she was gone. I pulled on my trousers, and after assuring the two children that their mother would be back in a few minutes with some food, looked around her apartment. It was old and run down, but she kept it clean. I went into the bathroom, and after relieving my bladder, checked out her medicine cabinet. Moving on to the bedroom, I found her vibrator in the bedside table, and under her neatly folded modest white cotton panties, I found a few pictures of her naked, including one 'split beaver' shot. After admiring her beauty and sexuality, which were apparent in the amateur photographs, I pushed them back under her panties, and checked her other drawers. I found nothing more of any real interest to me. When I heard her on the stairs, I went back into the living room and met her at the door.
She blushed deeply as soon as she stepped through the door and refused to meet my eyes as I took the bag of groceries from her and carried them into the kitchen. Several times while I was helping her fix sandwiches for us and the kids, she started to say something, but then would be too embarrassed to continue. I guessed that her sexual excitement having waned, she was once again feeling the shame and humiliation of what she had just done to get some money to feed her kids. Now that she had some food in the house, I wondered if she would try to kick me out, instead of honoring our agreement. I contemplated whether I'd want to try using force if she did. Normally rape didn't appeal to me, but this time, with her, I was almost hoping that she would give me the excuse.
"I can't believe," she finally said, when we were sitting at the kitchen table eating, while the kids were eating in front of the TV in the living room. "that I did those things in front of my kids." Her voice was low, and tears were streaming down her cheeks again.
"You had several very noisy orgasms with your kids watching," I reminded her, which seemed to generate more embarrassment and tears.
"You," I continued, as she almost, but not quite, pulled away when I reached out and touched her hair. "have the greatest cunt I've ever fucked." My comments didn't seem to help her guilt feelings.
"I can't do it again," she said, standing up. "I want you to leave, I'll give you the change from your hundred dollars." I grabbed her wrist as she reached into her pocket to retrieve the money.
"We have an agreement," I said with a threatening hiss, as I pulled her into my lap. I ignored both her verbal begging and her attempts to get out of my grasp. I pushed my hand between her legs and rubbed her cunt through the thin material, as I leaned over and started to not so gently nibble on her nipples right through her blouse.
"No," she begged softly, not wanting to attract the attention of her kids. "I can't do it again."
Ignoring her pleas, I wrapped my arm around her waist, and then picked her up and pulled her shorts down her kicking legs. Once her crotch was bare, I pushed my hand back between her legs and worked my fingers into her still wet cunt. Her kicking in protest just worked her shorts further down her legs, until they came off and flew across the room.
"NO, please, no," she continued to beg, but with less resolve, as her nipples grew harder, and her cunt welcomed my fingers. "No!" she repeated once more, before she suddenly relaxed with a loud whimper, and spread her legs, as she began showering my neck with kisses and excited nibbles, while she tugged at her blouse, trying to remove the cloth barrier between her sensitive nipples and my sucking mouth. I pulled my mouth away from her breast just long enough for her to frantically pull her blouse over her head, rendering herself once again naked and available for my use. She moaned softly as I swirled my thumb over her clitoris, while I kept my fingers buried in her hot pussy.
"Yessssss, oh god yessss," she hissed, as she rubbed my hard cock through my trousers. "Fuck me again. Fuck me long and hard. Make me your slut." She really did seem to have multiple personalities, the proper mother being replaced by the wanton whore, as soon as someone got their fingers on her all too sensitive cunt. Pulling my wet, slimy fingers from her grasping pussy, I stood up then bent her over the edge of the table. Holding her down against the top with my left hand on the back of her neck, I pushed her legs apart with my foot, and then pushed my fingers back into her.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" I asked her, as I pushed a third finger into her welcoming cunt.
"No," she moaned, responding to my fingers inside her pussy and my thumb rubbing her clitoris. "Please don't," she pleaded, in spite of panting with excitement. "I don't want to be hurt," and I felt her cunt grip my fingers during a mini-orgasm.
"Reach out," I instructed my young whore. "and hold onto the edge of the table." She did as she was instructed, while I pulled my fingers from her sodden pussy and pushed one of my lubricant-laden fingers into her tight virgin ass.
After transferring as much of her pussy lubricant as I could from my fingers to her anal sphincter, I dropped my trousers to the floor, and after stepping out of them, lined my hard cock up with her hot wet cunt. Slipping easily into her, I fucked my cock in and out of her a few times, just to cover it with her slick copious fluids. Resigned to the inevitable, the young mother held onto the edges of the table with white knuckles, while she waited for me to deflower her virgin asshole. She whimpered audibly when I pulled my cock from her cunt and lined it up with her rearmost opening. Leaning over, I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed my cockhead against her tight sphincter. She squeezed her eyes shut, and tears rolled out from under her tightly closed lids, a high-pitched squeal emanated from her open mouth, as my cock stretched her asshole open for the first time, and slipped past her sphincter muscle. Holding her down against the table, I pushed my hard rod further and further into her reluctant ass, while listening to her kids laughing at a cartoon in the other room.
"There!" I said, as my cock reached full insertion into her newly stretched rear. "It's all of the way in." Turning her head back towards me, she opened her eyes and gave me a weak smile, as I pulled my cock an inch out of her, then pushed it back in.
"Just lay there and relax," I told her, as I released her shoulders and then slipped my hand back between her legs to finger her cunt and clitoris.
"That's easy for you to say," she replied with a tentative smile, laughing gently at her own joke. I held myself buried inside of her, and didn't start fucking in and out of her ass until I saw signs that she was reacting to my manipulation of her genitals.Once she started responding, I began to move my hips, working my cock in longer and longer strokes, as I fucked her virgin ass for the first time. As I fucked her ass harder and harder, with longer strokes, the table legs began to move an inch or so back and forth on the floor, making little squeaking noises. I worked her clitoris faster and faster to match my fucking, and she responded, building slowly towards another orgasm.
"Oh god!" she groaned, as she started her orgasmic screams. "Fuck me hard! Fuck your bitch's ass! Make me cum!" Holding onto the edge of the table with both hands, she was now forcing herself back onto my cock with each of my inward thrusts, impaling her ass more forcefully on my hard cock. "Fuck your little whore, daddy," she whimpered, as she humped herself back against my cock. "Oh, fuck me hard! Fuck my ass hard! Make me cum, daddy!" she said again.
"Daddy's going to make you cum," I told her, as I grabbed her by both shoulders again, and fucked my cock into her ass as hard as I could. "Daddy's going to make his little whore slut cum."
"Oh god, make me cum, daddy! Make your little slut cum hard!"
"Cum for daddy, slut. Cum for daddy," I bellowed, and she lifted her head off the table and bellowed pure gibberish, while I held her impaled on my cock and emptied my hot cum into her bowels. I fell forwards and laid on top of her across the table, while we gasped for air trying to catch our breaths. When my softening cock slipped out of her no longer virgin ass, I lifted myself up, then sat in one of the chairs. When she stood up, I pulled her over to sit in my lap.
"Daddy's little slut likes to be forced, doesn't she?" I asked her, as I gently ran my hands over her firm young breasts. I could feel her nodding her head against my shoulder, and barely heard her whispered "Yes."
"I think," I said, looking at my watch, "that I have time for a little break, then one more fuck of that hot cunt of yours, before my time is up." She hid her head against my shoulder, and I could feel her blushing. We sat there for several minutes resting, while I softly ran my hands over her body.
"I have a proposition for you," I said, as I continued to explore her firm young body with my hands. "I will pay your rent, and give you one hundred dollars a week for expenses, if you agree to be available to me." She listened without replying. "In addition, I will pay you fifty dollars every time I fuck you." She still hid her face against my neck without answering, but when I pushed my hand into her crotch, she spread her legs, giving me unfettered access to her cunt.
"You'll have to give me a key to the door," I continued, as I worked two fingers into her. "and I may show up at any time of the day or night." My fingers slipped into her tight cunt, and I felt her grip them with her amazing muscles. "When I walk through that door, you have to be willing to drop whatever you are doing, and fuck me in any way that I want." I moved my thumb in little circles around her clitoris, and listened to her soft moaning against my neck. "Sometimes I may call you and tell you to come over to my office." I pushed a third finger into her, as I continued to rub her clitoris with my thumb. "Your mouth, your ass, your cunt, and your breasts, basically your whole body will have to be available to me any time that I want to fuck you." She began to rock her hips gently, fucking herself on my fingers.
"OK," she replied so softly, that I wasn't sure that I'd heard it at first.
"What's your name?" I asked, as she continued to fuck herself on my fingers with a slowly increasing force.
"Donna," she whispered in my ear, and then followed it with her tongue.
"You can just call me Daddy if you like."
"Oh god, yes!" she replied, as she moved her mouth toward mine. "Daddy can fuck his little whore anytime that he wants." Our lips met and my cock began to grow once again. | null | null | Authors/tedebear/Miscellaneous Stories/Bimbos-Sluts/On Becoming a Whore.txt |
126,906 | Tiffany | My Dear John Letter, Part Two | You know how when a relationship ends, you say it is over, but you still think about it? Well, it wasn't exactly over between us. If Tiffany had sworn off other boys to stick with me like she did with Brian, I'd have been ecstatic. I knew it wouldn't happen, but I didn't know why. I also knew that I could have her again, in bed, whenever I wanted, but she didn't want me the same way.
Or did she? I said that to her once. We were at a party together, and for whatever reason, neither of our lovers could make it there. So we talked over old times, the fun we had. It would have been so easy to just go and do it, what we desired. I made the offer. She was smarter than me, because she didn't take it up.
A week later, she gave me a note, said to read it over the weekend. Like the Dear John letter, it wasn't exactly directed at me. Funny, how Tiffany could write what she felt, be so open to us all, in her notes. I had a hard time saying what I felt, and writing it down wasn't much better.
I'd put the two notes together. I didn't read it right away. Then I read it over and over, thinking about what she said, and all that we'd done together. I'd fallen in love with a nice girl, who'd probably never do any of the wild things which Tiffany found so easy. That same wildness made it hard for us to stay together as lovers, though I was always her friend.
I was happier, being in a one-on-one love affair, going steady. I tried my best not to worry or wonder about what might have been, if Tiffany and I could have done that together. Rather than just being passionate fuckers, playing with sex and love like fire, and getting burned.
Guys, I was thinking about what I wrote, about you not being the best lover ever. That got me thinking about what it was like making love with you. Both of you, Brian and you Johnny. You're both a lot alike, really nice to me.
I like thinking about sex. You know about that part, though. It is so nice making love with you, every single time we're together. You know all the right things to do to make me feel great. I love how you kiss me.
That was how I knew that Brian loved me. It wasn't the only thing, but he kisses really great. On the beach, he kissed me slowly, softly, and yet it was so intense. It was like he was doing it to show that he loved me. No hurries, just lots of slow kissing. We did it for a long time, and he never pushed ahead to do more. He didn't want to rush things. I've got used to how boys figure that they can grope me, and I like how that feels too. But with Brian, I liked waiting.
Isn't that funny? Weird, an exciting kind of weird, not bad at all.
I knew I'd have sex with him whenever he asked me. Like with you, Johnny. I mean it, really. Even though we're breaking up, if you really need me, it is OK to ask. I think Brian will be OK with that. I've told him about it anyway.
"Let's get naked," I said to you. I like saying that. Doing it, too. So we got naked together, just the two of us. You look really hot when you're naked. Maybe that is because you're looking at me all naked, and that makes you feel hot? It doesn't matter which time this was, does it? I want to explain why both of you are my best lovers ever.
Looking at you, seeing your hard cock, I want it inside me right away. Sometimes, I don't want to wait. But so many guys just go ahead and do that, and you know that anticipation makes it better.
Instead, we kiss. Me on you, then we roll over on the blanket, still kissing. When our naked bodies touch, I feel so alive. Just kissing is special, tongues tangling and tasting. But naked, I can feel your warmth against me, rubbing me. I love how your hard cock rubs against me, especially against my pussy. Our breasts rub together, and I know that turns you on. Gentle, you are so gentle in kissing me, then when I'm below you, your kisses move down my neck. It is like you're eating me up, love nibbles all the way down my chest.
I'm all yours now, and you kiss and touch me all over. Up and down my chest, nipple nipping and navel licking, until you finally stop teasing me. I spread my legs wide, because I want you to eat me hard now.
Not just licks, you know I can take more. I want it hard and fast, and you just suck and nibble on my pussy until I can't stand it. I'm at the edge of orgasm, and you keep me right there. Edge of the knife licks on my clitoris, and you know that I'm ready for you to do anything. I want to come.
You could just fuck me. But we have time, and you keep going, licking me and loving me. I'm making some really hot sounds, I never know exactly what it is like because I'm lost in the feeling. It is funny, for a while all I see and feel is your mouth on my pussy, making me come hard.
I love orgasms. A lot of boys can give me one, but so few do so just to please me. I could stop now, go home, and you wouldn't be mad. Frustrated, but not mad. I love giving you one, too. Blow you, then go back to school. I hope I can do that a lot with Brian. Every day. Maybe he'll get to do me back, too. It makes for a nice lunch anyway.
You're not stopping this time. You gave my pussy a break, but kissed down my legs, soft nibbles. You'll let me do it back to you too, later. I love the times when we can just kiss and nibble and suck, all day long. Summertime loving with Brian was so perfect that way, and so were our weekends together, John.
I really like this, being pampered with pleasure. All the way down my left leg, back up my right. Are you going to eat my pussy again? Or go past it and kiss me? Or just dive in and fuck me hard, because I'm so ready for you?
The best thing is that you're going to do all three. It doesn't matter which one comes first. Oh, I could just turn things over, do you instead. I love sucking on your cock. It is so soft but strong, a beautiful thing. I imagine doing all this, while you lick my thighs and belly.
You touched my pussy, gently stroking me. Soft flicks, knowing that each tap on my clitoris, each push into me, is nirvana. I like that word. I mean it is like a little orgasm, each time you touch me there. How can you just keep on making me feel so good, caring about me so much?
It isn't just sex. I like it whenever I do it, even with boys who don't know what to do. I love making a guy come, especially blowing him. I know you love to do that to girls, just like me. But after we're done, you'll still like me and talk to me. Respect me. I mean, you aren't going to act all stupid and embarrassed after we're done fucking. I trust you.
This time, I want to lick your cock. I've been thinking about the feeling, and am really close to coming just from your touch. Wanting you to just stick it in is almost like pain, I'd come so fast I just know it. You'd be all ready to keep going and going, and it would feel so awesome.
I know you'll make me feel good, all night long.
"Give me your dick, I want to suck it!" I told you. I reach down between your legs and grab it, tugging on it. You roll over on your back, knowing that I'm going to play with your body now.
It is like making music, to kiss and touch you. Like rock and roll, like the songs you sing, I am zoned in on your pleasure. The tingle in my pussy, my desire for orgasm, is just a small part of the feeling. I'm careful not to brush my pussy much against you. I don't want to come by accident. You wouldn't mind, I know. Some boys act so stupid, like if I get off without their help it is a sin. As if just having sex wasn't something like that?
I like kissing your nipples. Boys can be so silly about that, acting like it is weird when I do it to them, even though they suck on my tits just fine. You have a little chest hair, and your breasts are so flat, you'd never fool anyone into thinking you're a girl even if you didn't have that hair. I just keep on nibbling and kissing, feeling your hard cock press against my belly. I could straddle you just a little higher, and it would hit my pussy. But it isn't time for that yet.
I lick down, sucking on your bellybutton. That makes you laugh, just a little. I see your cock bobbing, feel it against my tits. I like that, how it rubs against them. I rock back and forth, letting them brush together. My nipples are all hard, and I love how it feels to let them rustle against your pubic hair.I like that word too, pubes. I guess I like a lot of words about sex and pleasure.
You know what I'm going to do, but not when. Or how.
I mean, I could just slide your whole hard cock all the way in. Like sucking down a popsicle, which always impresses the boys at school. Once you know the trick, it is just easy. You weren't surprised when I did it to you the first time, but you liked it.
Or I could just lick it softly, teasing you. Or torment you by sucking on your balls, licking lightly on your cock, but leaving the tip alone. Kind of like when you ignore my clitoris just to get my attention, unlike the boys who never learned about what to do for girls.
Maybe that is part of what makes it special to make love with you? Not just that you make me come, and know how to please me. We do different things, and it always seems to be good things whenever we're together.
This time I wanted just to warm you up, to wet you a little. I kiss and lick lightly, top to bottom, catching your balls because I know you like it. Then, I swirl my tongue on the tip, until I taste it. You're almost ready to come.
Even though I haven't touched my pussy, I am too. Just touching and tasting you is enough to make me come. Well, almost.
I kiss my way back up your body, feeling your hard cock, wet from my kisses, touching my neck, my breasts again, down my belly, against my pubic hair, on my clitoris...
Then right inside me.
Even though I'm on the pill, I don't let anyone, not just any boy, do that. We've got condoms, but I know I don't need one with you. You're smart and careful. Like me. I mean, I know that there is always some risk, but that is what life is about. Both of you guys, you are both good like that. Not stupid about it. Not that Brian has had to worry much about me catching anything from anyone else lately anyway.
It was fun making it with every guy who wanted me. Honestly, tell me, was there anything bad about having all those girls hot for your body, and letting them get it for a while? It is so unfair that you boys can get away with that, but a girl like me can't.
When we're together, none of that matters. You care about me. Making love is a great way for you to show that to me. I'm on top, and you let me lead. I rush along, squeeze you and pause a bit, rocking and rolling in my head. I keep my eyes open, too.
I don't do that with every boy either. I like seeing your face. You smile, and I can see just how good I'm making you feel. I'm going to come soon, I feel it burning my pussy up. It doesn't matter if you come first, you'll still get me off. If I come first, all that shaking and quaking might get you to come too.
"Whooahaha".
It sounds silly to try to write down the sounds I make when I come. Maybe I should just say that I felt the sky explode, the thunder roll, and your love shoot through my whole body?
How do you manage not to come while I do that? Right at the end, I notice that you didn't quite shoot off too. I speed up, up and down, bouncing on you and squeezing your cock hard inside of me. I like doing that, it always feels so good to just "bite" your cock with my vagina.
Your face lights up, and I feel you pulse inside me. Kind of like the Death Star exploding in Star Wars. Isn't that a funny way to think about it? It was almost the sexiest thing about that whole movie, though, thinking of it like a big fuck scene.
I hold on, then fall against you. I come a little bit too, sometimes, when you do. It feels so good, anytime you come inside me.
Someday I know I'll do that without the pill. I think about too, when Brian and I do it. It is so hard to know about the future. But you know that someday we'll be out of high school, and we'll have sex for more than just fun. Girls need to think about that. I don't plan to get knocked up until I'm ready.
You care about that part. It is part of why I love you so much.
A nice bit of post-coital bliss, that is what you call this part, Johnny. I lay on top of you and we kiss. My pussy still holds your cock inside. It is like a little stopper. I rock on top of you as we kiss, and I feel shivers all over. It feels good, not cold. It is different than the fiery pleasure when we were making love, but it is still so good.
I like no hurry days. You know why?
Because we can do it again. And again. Just having sex over and over is a great way to spend the day.
This day, I turn around on top of you, catching your cock in my mouth and sucking on it. Presenting my pussy, of course. I know you'll join in, making me feel good too.
I love 69. We could have cuddled and nibbled and rubbed again too. But 69 is just such a great way to make love. We can do it slow or fast, and this time we're both ready to be so patient. No hurries, not on the lovely slow loving day.
That is how I love making love with you. How do I love thee, let me count the ways...
OK, maybe that poem wasn't just about sex. But you're never boring. It is like I have a lot of different guys, and it is still just you each time.
PPS. It is hard to write about doing it, at least trying to explain why both of you boys are so special to me. But that is the best kind of loving, and you really are the best lovers. It isn't just the sex, but before and after and all the time.
You care about me. Brian really loves me, and sometimes I wonder why. I'm not a bad girl, but why does he stay with me, and trust me? It isn't that he doesn't care that I have sex with other boys. He does, he really does. It isn't so much like how you and I played, keeping score. I know, that was more my game, but every time some boy came on to me, you had some girl going for you. It was hard not to get a little competitive.
Brian doesn't. I'd let him, but he just doesn't. I really don't mind that you did, Johnny. But he makes me want to be with only him. When I was younger, I think that is what I did want. It is hard to be sure. Letting a boy take me is like a habit.
I can say no, can't I?
You think so, I know that. But it seems like so many people, especially in school, think that I can't. Or shouldn't. Once a slut, always a slut.
But someday, we'll be grown-ups. I'm glad that I had this fun year with you, but I hope that Brian and me can make our someday come now. I don't want to wait forever for my love to come. I think I can have him now.You can find more of my stories and other things at my website:
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127,124 | Arthur Kay | Susie Cream Cheese: EZ to Spread! | You've probably never heard of Susan Wills. For, indeed, in the past ten years or so, she's kept a very low profile. In spite of having had sex with over 1,500 men from coast to coast.
None of these guys knew, or know, her real name, either. They knew her by her self-imposed nickname, Ms. Susie Cream Cheese. She'd tell the men, when they naturally inquired about her odd name, "I'm the girl who's easy to spread! Just like cream cheese. Only a lot tastier!"
And spread her they did, over and over, this brown-haired, brown-eyed cutie. She stood 5' 5" in stocking feet and hadn't an ounce of fat anywhere on her shapely frame. Her breasts were small, but the nipples were large and so sensitive they'd be called perky by anyone with any sense whatsoever.
Add a mouth that looked perfect for kissing (or sucking on something), an ass that jutted out in a twin bubble pattern, and you can see why most men would have the hots for her. I know I did. That's how I got her whole true and unvarnished story.
But she wasn't always known as Susie Cream Cheese, no sirree.
In high school, the most a fella got from Susie was a titty feel or, if he was a really good boy, a quick handjob. Her pussy was off limits, Charlie, make no mistake about that. Susie was too concerned about her reputation in the neighborhood to go beyond a five-fingered assist.
In college, and far from her home turf, Susie had let herself have a tad more leeway. Leeway enough, you might say, to have her cherry popped. By a bumbling and fumbling nerdy type who answered to the name of Calvin Chauncy Cooler. Three Cee to his friends and Cee Cee or Cally to his family.
Now, what Three Cee, or Cee Cee, or Cally, take your pick, lacked in sexual finesse, he made up for by having just enough pecker length to bust her hymen. For keeps, dontcha know. And old Cee Cee, at twenty years young, admitted to her that he had just lost his virginity, too. You could say they shared the moment. And a cigarette, too. But not the future. For Susie dropped him quicker than you could say, ahem, Three Cee, or Cee Cee, or Cally. Take your pick.
Now, don't you go thinking that this mismatched coupling was an accident of fate or a sperm of the moment thing. Oh, no! This was a planned fucking by a master planner. Susie knew Calvin was controllable, being such a nerd and all, could do what was necessary, and wouldn't put up much of an argument when she lowered the boom on him. And she was right. Old Cal simply moved on, sorrier for doing so, but with at least one real fuck under his belt and to his personal credit.
Susie loved the freedom that being at college gave her and, with her hormones raging up a storm, intended to take full advantage of the situation. But first she needed to protect herself from getting pregnant. A thought brought to scary light when her next period after her Calvin fiasco was a few days late. So she tried a diaphragm. It was awkward and putting it in killed the passion of the moment somewhat, but she knew it was a necessity.
Now, being a master planner, Susie didn't go slam-banging into the college world, fucking here and there without regards for her personal space. Oh, no, she chose her men very carefully and, you guessed it, they were all the nerdy type. Men who, if they chose to spread nasty rumors about her, had very little chance of being believed.
And, proceeding slowly, she let only three such men try out her new diaphragm thingy. Once each, but no more. She was finding her way and testing things out. They could have used her patience and planning abilities for the Normandy invasion in World War two.
Then along came birth control pills and the sexual revolution. Well, lordy, lordy, you could measure the speed of light by how fast she got a prescription and had it filled. Susie felt, at the time, that mankind had introduced the pills and the new sexual attitudes with her specifically in mind. As she had said to her roomie, more than once, "A pill a day let's you fuck away! Hooray! Hooray!"
Susie tested the pill's efficacy on eight nerdy men in such rapid succession their heads are probably still spinning today when merely thinking about their encounters with her. But then, wouldn't you know it, she fell in love. The head over heels kind of love. And with the eighth nerd, no less.
His name was Gregory Wills. He was nerdy, to be sure, but somehow he seemed less so to a girl in love. Oh, yeah, he wore thick, horn-rimmed glasses, a nerdy-nerdy pocket protector, and funny, ill-fitting, out of fashion clothing, but he was also tall and nicely built. Throw an 8"+ boner with the ability to use it quite well into the mix and--voila! Love. Or close enough to it.
Thus far I've omitted any reference to oral sex, or as you pervs say, cocksucking and pussy eating. You see, Susie, in a decidedly prudish vein, was saving her mouth, and its sweet potential, for the man of her dreams. Silly goose!
While she had fantasized about sucking a dick, had even read up on technique, and had discussed the subject in great detail with her roommate, Willa, thus far the only thing to enter her mouth in oral giving fashion was a practice banana now and then. With the skin on, naturally.
Since, as they say, practice makes perfect, Susie was soon able to deep-throat the biggest bananas available from the supermarket. If 10" bananas could talk, they'd undoubtedly say to the rest of the yellow bunch, "Whatta mouth, whatta throat!"
That was the exact words that gushed out of Greg the first time she sprang her oral talents on him. He yelled them out just a few seconds before he blasted her mouth with his nerdy cum. A taste that Susie found to be unbelievably delicious.
Whether it was her love for Greg or not, the session firmly established two truisms in her brain: She loved sucking cock and she loved swallowing cum. Even more than actual fucking, which she found to be okay, but nowhere near as pleasant as a cock in the mouth. And her orgasms while sucking away were more intense than the ones she got from mere screwing.
Whatever her sexual likes, she and Greg fucked and sucked like rabbits, right up to, and through, their elopement one fine weekend. One of those four-day long weekends. The B&B the Wills' honeymooned at had a marriage suite and the two of them saw nothing else the whole time there. To Susie, her Greg was an animal who matched her thrust for thrust. The new Mrs. Wills was in cum heaven.
However, heaven lasted only three months. Then Greg started getting tired. Very tired. Holding down a part-time job and with classes and all, the poor boy was whipped all the time. He'd come home to the little room they had rented over someone's garage and just collapse on the couch. He called it playing blob. "I'm bushed, baby, I just want to play blob tonight and watch some TV. OK?"
No, it was not OK. Not by a long shot and certainly not to a recently wedded hot and horny gal. Naturally, argument after argument ensued and the marriage went quickly on the old friggin' rocks of divorce. Goodbye, Greg, it's been fun, but I got some serious fucking to do. That, she told me, was loosely in her thoughts at the time.
Well, once again free, she fiddled around with a handful of guys here and there, with her heart not fully in it, until graduation day. She wasn't out of college even a week when she landed a job at a manufacturer of women's clothing. Right in the heart of the silk stocking district of New York City. As a trainee in the sales department.
She learned quickly and, with her natural planning talents, was promoted to assistant buyer in less than a year. She had found her career niche in life.
But, naturally, she still had volatile hormones and they spoke to her each and every day. "You need some fucking and sucking, girl!" they seemed to scream out. "So, go and get you some before someone else uses it all up." She wanted to, badly, but she had just finished reading Judith Rossner's "Looking For Mr. Goodbar" and it had thrown a fitful scare into her.
This allegedly true story of a plain Jane schoolteacher who trolls the seedy singles bars at night looking for sex only to die at the hands of a psychopathic killer, well, it was just too vivid and horrifying to Susie. A girl had to be careful.
When the movie came out, with Diane Keaton as the schoolmarm, Tom Berenger as the loony, and Tuesday Weld as her sister, Susie resisted going to see it.But when she learned that Richard Gere, that hunky hunk of a hunk, was also in it, she weakened and went to see it . . . with a girlfriend, of course.
The movie hammered the point home, even more so than the book, that a horny girl could get her ass killed . . . in a heartbeat . . . by indiscriminate sex with total strangers.
Unless . . .
Unless the playing field, the sex arena, could be controlled somehow. That eliminated singles bars of any stripe. Too dangerous by their very open nature, their willingness to let all and anyone pass through their doors. They made no attempt to (how could they and why should they?) keep out the riffraff, the hoi polloi and, most assuredly, your everyday run-of-the-mill psychopathic or sociopathic maniac.
Yes, singles bars sucked, but she knew just where some fairly safe places to meet men existed. She'd learned that little fact from attending out-of-town sales meetings for the company's buyers.
Hotel bars. With wall-to-wall men. Well-dressed businessmen in suit and tie. In town on business. Men who were probably married which made them even more attractive to her as there would be no sloppy breaking up scenes later on. And the out-of-town aspect fit in well, too. There would be no, "Let's start an affair!" crap. No crimping on her time, either. She'd be as free as a bird. With the chances of running into some lunatic very remote, if not damn near impossible.
The more Susie thought about it, the more she liked the idea. If she played it correctly, choosing only men from outside the state, she saw the possibility of ending up with her own personal stable of horny, dick-hard studs who would, while sexually agitated for sure, call her up from time to time to say they were in town and would just love her company. "Let's do (pant, pant) lunch. (pant, pant) I'm in room 1213 (pant, pant) at the Ramada (pant, pant) on 38th."
Oh, yeah, and they'd be more than hot to trot and glad to see her when she crossed their hotel room's doorway. They'd be slobbering up a storm just thinking about getting between mamma's thighs. No fucking sofa blobs here. And any potential blob that dared to pop up could be eliminated in a New York second.
All she had to make sure of was that no man ever had her real home address or home phone number. She'd give them a false name and a work phone number that only she would answer. Because she had her own private phone line at work (thank you, boss!) it would be easy to assign one of the three extensions, that she never used anyway, to her new name.
That's when the delicious idea of calling herself Susie Cream Cheese came to life. It would telegraph to each man that all she was interested in was a fucking and not a long-term romance. If they thought her to be a downright slut, well, fuck 'em! Who cared? No one else would know but these men and herself. Could it, she thought, be any better than this? Yeah, but only if a place existed where she could order up a large-size cock with a big balls topping the way you do a pizza.
Thus emerged Susie Cream Cheese, the EZ to spread girl. With a sure-fire plan that she knew could be honed to an exquisitely fine art. Thus, with this plan burning up her brain, she quickly added a new file to her computer. Not for phone numbers and addresses, but for men's' names and a limited smattering of personal data.
A brief physical description, their sexual preferences and even cock size would also be noted. In her own code, of course. Based on the ABC's, similar to the code she used for dress orders. Anyone stumbling across the file, which was named, simply enough, Buyer Meetings, would surmise it was just that, business shit--not even worth a second glance.
A = Anal. B = Blowjob. C = Cunnilingus. D = Dick size. There was no point in encoding Fucking with an F as they would all surely do that to her.
However, as time went on, she did add M = Missionary, DS = Doggy Style, and MOT = Me On Top. All three positions would simply be coded as ALL. And at one point, she also added HC for Heavy Cummer. Thus, a typical entry might be:
Tom, 6.1, Arizona, Hilton (34th), B, C, D7," ALL, HC. 4x.
The 4x, of course, meant they had gotten together four times. And, when a guy called on her extension, she would simply whisper, breathlessly, "Susie Cream Cheese, how may I help you?" Giggling thrown in for good measure. At the same time she'd pull up the Buyer Meetings file on her PC's screen as a memory refresher--if it was at all necessary.
Although, at this point, she was eager and ready to try her ideas out and even knew the hotel bar she planned to start with, The Kensington, she was in no hurry. There were other aspects to consider first. And to plan out. So, when she got home to her cozy little apartment that night, she poured herself a gin and tonic and pulled out a pad and a Bic. And outlined her game plan . . .
Hotel Bars: Here she made a list of the six she already knew about. More were sure to be added later. She also made a note telling herself not to hit the same bar twice in any two-week period as bartenders pick up on shit.
Sit on stool at bar and wait. And, if he as no appeal to me? Simple--Tell him I'm on my way to a business meeting, pay up and go to the second choice. She liked that; it gave her even more control over the situation. She could pick and choose at will.
If appealing to me and not inebriated, find out quickly --
1. Is he staying at this hotel and on business? If not, split.
2. Is he from out of town? If not, split.
3. Size his demeanor up. Happy-go-lucky or sad? Horny innuendos? Eager to be manipulated sexually? Can he take a sexual hint?
How do I get him to take me to his room? Perhaps -- "I've never stayed at this hotel before. Are the rooms nice? The view? Of the city?" Corny, but if he's at all quick-witted, it should do the trick.
And because I do, darling self, want to suck him off and have him unload in my mouth first -- I need a plan! Susie thought for a while and then hit on one.
She'd wear a Kotex pad! After the usual preliminary kissing and fondling, with him all worked to a lather from her playing with his cock through his trousers, he'd discover the pad soon enough.
Oh, he'd be disappointed at first, but she could handle that by telling him it was her last day and it would be coming off soon. Give him a light at the end of the tunnel. But, in the meantime, she didn't want him to suffer from blue balls, so some line, such as, "I'm sorry I got you so worked up, but what if I made love to you?" should work.
In case he was truly slow on the uptake, she'd punch home the message by kneeling down in front of him and unzipping his fly. Bold, but who cares? He would know in a second that he had a cum slut on his hands, but what guy would argue the point and say, "Hey, lady, if you think I'm going to let you suck my cock before we fuck, you've got another guess coming! Get off your knees and never darken my doorstep again!" Yeah, right! When piglets are born covered with feathers and owls are used for their bacon strips.
Susie even planned out the best day of the week. Friday, always on a Friday. This way, the guy willing of course, she could spend the night. And all of Saturday, too--if she chose. She could leave him on Sunday morning, right after a scrumptious hotel brunch in the room and a good Sunday morning fucking and split for home to take care of her personal things.
This would cover the initial tryst. If the guy called later on and was in town on a different day, well, she'd handle that on a case-by-case basis. After all, it was all hers to control, wasn't it? You bet your ass it was.
Because Friday was the following day, Susie poured herself another drink and studied what she had written. She was looking for flaws, possible problems, something that could screw her up. She wasn't worried about her ability to think standing on her feet, but she liked to preplan, just in case. You never know.
She saw nothing glaring, but what if a guy wanted her to spend a night, any night, and she didn't feel like it? Well, that's easy to handle. She could invent a boyfriend (even a husband!) and say she couldn't stay too long as she was sure to be missed. "So, buddy, if you wanna fuck me over the lunch hour, hop to it!" This phantom boyfriend could come, go, and even change into someone else if the scenario called for it. He could even be the jealous type, or not, according to her whims. Delicious!
What if the guy noticed that on the last time they met, her period was on a different time of the month? Do guys ever notice that crap? She didn't think so, but even if one rare bird did, she'd throw out the fact that she had a "rolling period." She never knew when the damn thing would hit. She liked that, too.
All that remained now was the doing. While she probed further for snares and traps, she fixed a frozen dinner, watched a little TV, did her toiletries, and went to bed. The excitement of it all, the immense sexual possibilities, forced her to masturbate herself to sleep. Her orgasm was stronger that night than any she could remember in recent months. Oh, yeah, world, here comes the new Susie Cream Cheese! So spread the word as you spread the girl.
While it would be a tour de force on my part to fill you in on what Susie did sexually with each of the 1,500 men, it won't happen. Not because she only filled me in on a handful of men, but for the good reason that it would get tedious and very boring. So, if you will indulge me, I will tell you what she told me and no more. And no less, either.
Friday evening found her sitting on a stool in The Kensington, a midtown hotel bar, her Kotex firmly in place and looking as pretty as a picture. Having had her shoulder-length brown hair stylishly coifed at a midtown salon on her lunch hour, with a new manicure, new shoes and purse, she looked dynamite.Add a pale yellow, breast-hugging, nipple-popping shirt tucked into a sea green mini-skirt that displayed her shapely legs to their best advantage, and, brother, put that tongue back in your mouth before someone trips over it.
She hadn't even sat there twenty minutes when a guy walked up and offered to buy her next drink. In the blink of an eye, she sized him up. Tall, nice looking, brownish-blond hair that was neatly trimmed, with a snazzy brown business suit that matched his eyes exactly. He also looked to be in his late thirties to early forties with broad shoulders that Susie could easily picture her arms going around. In a nutshell, she found him to be simply scrumptious. Scrumptious? Hell, she had to concentrate to keep from salivating on the bar nuts.
She accepted his offer as she swung around in her chair slightly so as to face him. Both of her cute little knees were now aimed directly at his crotch.
He introduced himself as Bart, Bart Phillips, from Houston, Texas. Susie picked up on the fact that he lacked the typical Texas accent.
"Hello, Bart, I'm Susie. But you don't sound like a Texan." She looked up at him with a sham look of suspicion on her face and one eye cocked. He chuckled, still standing and not moving into the stool next to her. He moved toward her slightly until he was just inches away from her knees.
"Hi, Susie, it's nice meeting you." He shook her offered hand gently. "And no, I wasn't born in Texas. My work put me there. I was born in Canada. Ontario, to be precise." He moved a tad closer to her. His upper right leg was now lightly brushing against her right knee. She could feel the human electricity from his touch, and he was now close enough for her to smell his cologne. Light and nice. There was nothing heavy-handed about this guy.
Bart took the adjacent stool and moved it slightly toward her so that, as they chatted away, both his knees now slightly touched both of hers. Fully and with no pretense that might mean "Oops! Sorry, didn't know what I was doing." This man knew exactly what he was doing. Susie knew that fact, too.
They swapped a few lies with each other for a time, and then Susie closed in for the kill.
"I've never stayed at this hotel before, Bart, so tell me, are the rooms nice and do you have a good view of the city?" The door was now open wide, and it was up to him to come on in. Now, the way she'd said it and the look she had on her face when she'd said it, coupled with an obvious forward knee pressure from her to him, simply screamed out, "Take me to your room, you hunky fuck, and fuck the living shit out of me before I go crazy and start humping your legs!"
Well, he not only read the signs, he parried them.
"Well, Susie, that's hard for me to say as I haven't taken the time to notice yet. How about you coming up to my room and we can check it out together?" He smiled, which left no doubt that he had her number. And, from the slight bulge in his trousers, she had his number, too.
"I'd like that, Bart. Let's pay up and you can lead the way. OK?" At times, the Let's-Fuck-Like-Rabbits-In-Heat mating dance is no more complicated than that. And the only way it could have been any easier was if she had a sign on her that said, "I fuck!" and he had one that said, "Me, too!"
"OK." was all he said. No more was necessary. Not for a Canadian.
They were hardly into the room when he locked the door and pulled her to him and kissed her. And not a kiss like one from your grannie, either. His tongue was all over the inside of her mouth and it was as hot as a tongue can get. She tongue-dueled him back and felt his hands go to both of her ass cheeks, squeezing, kneading, spreading the cheeks apart and pressing them together again. His hands were all over her ass as if he had done this with her a hundred times before.
He was on fire. As was Susie. Their kisses were just steaming along. Sloppy wet and hot as blazes. His right hand moved off her ass to go and fondle her left breast. She moaned and reached down to fondle his cock through the suit material. It felt as hard as nails as it throbbed in her grasping hand.
She felt the hand still on her ass going under the mini-skirt and working its way around to her front. Then fingers were finding their way into her panties looking for her pussy lips. The fingers were rough but with gentle overtones. She moaned again, squeezing his cock for emphasis. Then, Bam! The Kotex firewall made itself known to him. The predicted moment had arrived.
She breathlessly gave him her little song and dance "period" piece and fell to her knees in front of him. He signaled it was jake with him by putting a hand on each of her shoulders as she unzipped his fly.
She looked up at him, and the look on his face was hard to read. He was smiling. A smile that could easily have said, "Go ahead, girl, I know you're one of those women who likes to suck a guy off first." But Susie didn't care. She was going to get to suck his cock and have it shoot in her mouth, and that was the plan after all. Wasn't it?
She had initially thought of just taking his dick out and working on it, but now decided that she wanted to see more of him. She wanted to see his crotch hair and his strong, tanned legs.
She undid his belt, opened the top button, hooked her fingers in his underpants and trousers simultaneously and in one tug pulled them down to his ankles. He reacted by tossing his tie over one shoulder and rolling up the bottom of his shirt. He now stood in front of her naked from his belly button down to his socks. The sight of his large balls and hairy crotch with his very hard 8" erection sticking straight out into space made her feel swoony and quite giddy. She knew she was gonna love this. Oh, yeah, the plan was cooking along on all burners."Sam doesn't like strangers to know his name. If you can pet him and he doesn't rip your arm off, that means it's okay for me to tell you his name. Go pet him and we'll see." She shot me a glance reserved for lunatics. Then she went over to Sam, knelt down, and started rubbing his big old head. I could hear him purring from across the room. She said to him, "Hi, Sam, now what's your name?" I laughed.
"Hey!" I said. "He likes you! You like him, Susie?"
"Yeah, he's beautiful. What's not to like?" Sam was beautiful. Sleek black with evenly matched white stockings on all four paws and a wide streak of white down the center of his head. At almost three feet in length from his nose to the base of his tail, he was also quite impressive.
"Good. Take him, he's yours now."
"Huh?"
"Damn cat hasn't paid a dime toward the rent since he's been here. He's a natural-born freeloader, that one. Oh, wait a sec, I just thought of a reason why you can't have him, as much as I know you'd like to."
"Not that I would want him, but why not?" We were having fun.
"Well, I shouldn't say this in front of him, but... Sam?... He's gay!"
She busted out laughing. "Well, honey, one night with me and old Sam will get converted!" She had picked his head up and was staring into his eyes with no more than an inch or so between them. "Right, Sam?" Sam just purred away very noncommittal like.
"I love it," I said, "when a woman knows her power over the male species, but don't get too excited, Sue, just because you got him purring his old male heart out. Sam would purr if a buffalo shit on his head." I let the imagery hang in the air, but immediately regretted having compared her touch to buffalo crap. She looked slightly pained. Sometimes funny can be very unfunny.
"Sorry," I said, trying to recover from my minor barb. "What I meant was..."
"No sweat, darling, you were just on a humor roll and it went rancid. But now, you do have to pay a small forfeit." She grinned, looking quite evil and mischievous.
"And that would be?" She stood up, walked over to me, and whispered in my ear. "I don't want Sam to hear this as he might get jealous, but I want to suck your cock and have you cum in my mouth before we fuck. OK?" Her hot breath had given my left ear a hardon. I pulled back from her a step and looked into both her eyes. She looked beautiful.
"Woman, you're brutal! But fair is fair. However, I hope you'll let me feed Sam first before you lead me to the slaughter." I tried to look pleadingly at her. All she did, as an answer, was to smile and nod her head slightly.
Then she turned toward Sam and said, "While you're eating, Sam, you don't mind if I eat your master, do you?" Sam blinked. Susie took it as a sure sign of agreement. "See, it's OK with him!" She giggled and lightly ran a hand over my crotch area, bumping my erection in the process and sending a lightning bolt through my ass cheeks.
It wasn't too much later that I was sitting on the edge of my bed with her kneeling on the floor in front of me. The weird thing was we were both naked but hadn't even kissed since leaving Sam in the living room. We had entered the bedroom, stripped down, and then she had led me to the edge of the bed and shoved me down on it, knelt and started sucking me off. Weird, but nice in its own way.
Now, I didn't know at the time about her vast experiences, but I certainly could tell it wasn't her first time. She'd work on the cock head a bit and then swoop down to my balls, moaning here and there. It goes without saying that her lips felt unbelievably good.
"You ever do a saliva suck?" I asked. I just love to teach and direct.
She took her mouth from my cock, looked up at me and said, "What's that?"
"Well, as you know, as you go up and down your saliva builds up. So you back off a bit and swallow it. With a saliva suck you don't. You just let it flow out all around my cock and down onto my balls. My cock and your lips get all sticky like and pretty soon you won't know where my cock begins and your lips leave off. It's a cock-mouth connection sort of thing. Zen like, almost." She smiled, nodded and went back to my dick.
A few moments later her saliva was cascading down my cock shaft. It had a strong effect on her and she was moaning something fierce. The saliva just kept on coming. Then she pulled her mouth from my cock, saliva strings following along, and said, "I love it! It feels... sexy." I smiled at her. She asked, "Any other advice, old guru?"
"Yes. If you like the taste of cum..." She nodded. "Well, because we don't want the cum to be cut with too much saliva, I'll tell you when I'm about to unload. That's the time to swallow your saliva so you get the full taste. Capish?" She nodded and laughed.
"Art, you sound like a fuckin' chef!" I laughed and said, "Well, darling, the proof is in the eating."
"Yum, yum!" she said as she placed her mouth back on my cock. Then she really gave it a workout. As she salivated throughout, she would suck the cock head with lips, mouth, and tongue, varying the pressure from gentle to mild to wow! Then she would slowly deep-throat me, moaning away as she did. All pretenses between us were gone now. I knew she loved sucking cock and she knew I knew she did. Total freedom had set in between us.
After a few minutes of her exquisite torture I stood up and took her head in both hands. I slowly started mouth-fucking her, going in halfway here and there and full depth now and then. We had a fantastic rhythm going and we were both totally lost in the act. As I looked down at her, my dick going in and out of her mouth, I saw the most beautiful face in the world. Then I felt it...
"Now, baby, swallow your saliva!" I pulled back until only my cock head was in her mouth and heard her audibly gulp saliva down just seconds before my dam burst. "Oh, baby, oh, baby." I said over and over as she moaned on my dick. And she moaned, too, "Mmm Hmmm." Over and over as I spurted and spurted into her hot, beautiful mouth. When I was drained she vacuum-sucked me for a few minutes, following along as I sat back onto the edge of the bed.
She removed her mouth from me and looked up. As she did, I noticed some cum had escaped past her lips. She licked it away and said, grinning from ear to ear, "Betcha Sam can't do that!" I laughed and said, "You're right, but I didn't hear you purr, either!" She giggled.
She looked so cute I moved my head forward and down and kissed her. Her mouth was super-soft from the sucking and tasted of hot saliva and cum. As we kissed, she moaned into my mouth. I let the feeling overtake me and moaned back. The kiss had me feeling as if I was losing myself into her, being swallowed whole by her wonderful mouth. My head felt giddy and I felt a twinge of fear come over me as if I was about to fall in love and would be exposed and vulnerable to all of love's insane bullshit.
She quickly put an end to that romantic nonsense.
"Art, we're good together, so good it's scary, but I want us to start out on an honest footing. I'm not looking for love, except the naked kind. I love to suck and fuck, but I don't want any complications in my life. Not now... or ever." She left it just like that, the "or ever" hanging out as plain as day. It was my turn.
"Darling, that's fine by me. Shit, I've been married five times and I sure don't want a sixth, no matter how much I already love and adore you. OK?"
"Five times?" Funny how they pick up on that first thing.
"Yeah. I marry 'em all! That way I don't have to keep asking them for dates." I laughed a good one at my own wit. She laughed heartily, too.
Well, the ground rules were now established and, yes, we fucked that night and it was great. But I'll save the details for later. We became part-time lovers, but more importantly, great friends. We trusted each other and became confidantes. That's how I learned all about her. And her Susie Cream Cheese persona. Little by little, over time, it all came out. And, the more I knew about her, the sexier I found her to be. I'd ask for every juicy detail, living vicariously through her, and she didn't hesitate to fill me in. It was wacky and nutty, but very fantastic.
Once, after a good meal, prepared by either of us, as we both were quite good at the culinary arts, and over a glass of wine, I would ask my prurient questions. The following is merely a smattering of such conversations. At some point I started to feel like a lecherous reporter for Hustler magazine.
"How many men did you end up with?" I trembled as I asked that question.
"Well, in the end, over 1,500. 1,558 if you demand accuracy!" I did, as if it mattered.
"Jesus!" I said, my eyes wide open. "Even if they came into town just once a year, that's four or five guys a day! How'd you manage it?" I was mind-boggled.
"No, hon, it didn't go that way. I discovered early on that two-thirds or so never called back for a second taste of the cream Cheese. Probably too much guilt... and/or they just didn't want to take the chance that it might get too complicated for them. You know, fuck up their well-ordered lives." She grinned at me. "It sure as shit wasn't because they found me sexually boring!" She laughed. I laughed with her. She was right about that.
"Tell me," I asked. "How did it usually go?"
"Well, after three years or so, I had so many men calling when they were in town that I stopped going to the hotel bars altogether. This would go on for a while and then taper off as guys started feeling the guilts from cheating on the little woman back in Paducah. Then I would resume the hotel bar outings until it picked up again. So, it would go like that, fluctuating between feast and famine."
"Tell me, Sue, what's your favorite kind of cock?" She thought a bit.
"Well, one between 7" and 8" with a nice head.The kind of head that stands out from the shaft a whole lot. I like a ridge that changes the shape of my lips as I bump back and forth over it. It adds to my pleasure.
"Have you ever had a cock head swell up just before it came?"
"Oh, yeah. I like that, too. Doesn't happen often enough to suit me. Maybe in a quarter of the guys, maybe less than that. I like the way it adds to the pleasure of my thumb counting."
"Thumb counting?"
"Yeah. I keep my thumb on the base's underside and I can feel his cum pass under my thumb. I count the spurts. Most guys spurt four or five times. Some guys, the heavy cummers, spurt seven or more times. This one guy, Manny from Philly, spurts ten or eleven times. I once held it all in my mouth, without swallowing, and spit it into a paper cup. He almost filled the damned thing up! He holds the record, so far." I could see how he would. She went on.
"The three actions, you know, the cum traveling under my thumb, the head swelling up, and the first spurt all happen within seconds, but it's so pleasurable I usually cum right after the second spurt. As he's cumming, I'm cumming, and it's just euphoric." She put her arms around herself, closed her eyes and moaned. "Mmm Hmm!"
"And you like to keep your eyes open, right?"
"Oh, yeah, to be sure. I love looking at their pubic hair. And the cock as it disappears into my mouth. Very pleasurable. I sometimes close my eyes when I'm cumming, but I open them as soon as I can so I don't miss anything. Sometimes I can actually see his balls rising up just before he cums. Delicious!"
"Fill me in, Sue, on that guy from, where was it? Texas? Arizona? The guy with the biggest schlong you'd ever seen." God, I sounded like a prick-hungry fag who can't get enough cock descriptions!
"Big Bill. From New Mexico. Fucker had 14" and as big around as my wrist." She held her arm up. "And he knew how to use it, too. He would fuck me for hour upon hour. His record with me was six times in four hours. Of course, he was too wide for me to deep-throat, but that didn't seem to bother him much." She paused and took a sip of wine. "And, man, could he cum! In quarts. He came so much I usually had to swallow three or four times. Unbelievable. And, if he came in my pussy, well, I'd be dripping out all the way to the john and back. Like Manny. From Philly." I nodded.
I asked, "Did you ever get double-clutched, you know, two guys at once?"
"Yeah, but just with two particular guys. This guy Teddy called me and said he was at the blah, blah hotel in room, blah, blah and would I join him? I said sure and then he said, 'Would you mind if a friend of mine joined us?' I didn't even hesitate. All I said was the more the merrier. Well, I had me a ball that lunch hour." She grinned.
"What happened?" I asked, trying to stop from drooling into my glass of wine.
"Well, once I was in the room, Teddy introduced the guy to me as Ken. Then, without another word, they were both all over me, feeling me up, my ass, my tits, going under my skirt and grabbing my puss-puss, like two horny lechers." She closed her eyes as if remembering. "Mmm mmm, it was nice. Two hot guys and four hands working me over. My pussy was dripping like Niagara Falls! Ooowee!" She shivered.
She opened her eyes, sipped some more and continued her story. As she spoke I realized she sounded just like something out of a book.
"Well, they stripped me and got naked, too. Then Ken pushed me to my knees and looked down at me and said: 'You like sucking cock, Susie?' I looked up at him and said I just loved sucking cock.
"Then Ken said, 'Ted tells me you like to swallow cum first, is that so?' I said it was. Ken then said something like, 'Good! Now do us both at the same time and we'll give you two nice loads. Then we're going to fuck you until you say uncle. OK?' I said it was OK with me.
"So, I sucked them both off, going back and forth from one dick to the other. They were both so hot it took less than five minutes to get them to blow off. Ken came first and he was no sooner out of me than Ted put it in and came. It was all I could do to swallow it all."
"Tell me," I asked. "What did it feel like to suck two dicks at once?"
"It felt fabulous. The taste of their dicks, the smell of their balls, it was heavenly. I came over and over as I sucked them off. I was so fucking hot that if one of them had said, 'There are a dozen other guys in the next room who also want a blowjob, Susie.' I would have said, 'Only twelve?' I swear!" She told me that Ted and Ken usually came into town about twice a year and they would do their threesome. A fourth was never added to the equation.
I had had enough. My dick couldn't take any more. I told her to get her sweet ass around the table and suck my cock for all it was worth. She complied and in minutes I flooded her golden mouth with my juice. To me, it's the only proper way to wrap up a gourmet dinner.
On another occasion, Susie filled me in on her gang-bang episode. I felt as if she was feeding the tales out to me as she thought the moment to be right. Shit, the moment, as far as I was concerned, was always right. But I never raised the issue with her.
Seems this guy Mark, from somewhere, I forget where, came into town and established that they would spend the weekend together, as they had many times before. Over dinner he popped out a proposal. And not one of marriage, either.
"Susie, you love to suck and fuck like no other woman I've ever met. So, tell me, out of curiosity, how many guys do you think you could fuck, one after the other, in one session?" He let the question just float around on its own.
"I don't know," Susie said.
"Six? Seven?"
"Yeah, probably. Why?" He answered the question with another question.
"How about twelve? You think you could suck off and fuck twelve guys?" He looked absolutely insane, his lips looked parched and he kept running his tongue over them. Susie thought some.
"Twelve guys? Woo! That's a lot of guys. But I guess... yeah, I could manage it, if I wanted to, that is. Why? You got twelve guys in mind, Mark?"
He licked his dry lips. "Uh... actually... I do. Guys in my fly fishing club. They're all going upstate to one of the guy's cabin this weekend. I couldn't help but tell them how fantastic you were, forgive me, too much wine at the time, and they were just jumping up and down at the telling."
He looked at her face and when he didn't see any revulsion there he went on. "Well, this guy Charlie, you'd like him, Sue, he's real sweet, well, he asked me to prove you exist at all. Guy shit, you know? To prove it, I have to get you to come to the cabin and do all of them. Now, if you do, they said they'd believe all my fishing yarns from here on out. And, if you do I will be..."
"I'll do it, Mark. It sounds like fun." Just like that. That Mark was slightly flabbergasted is a given, I imagine.
So, there she was, as naked as Eve, on her knees, with twelve equally naked Adams forming a circle around her. She went from dick to dick around the circle, sucking and sucking. And, because she had established the rules from the gitgo, each guy came in her mouth. Twelve loads of salty, acidic-tasting cum. And she told me she loved each and every drop.
Then the first guy who had cum took her into the bedroom and fucked her. The rest of the men, in no set order, followed him. While the rest played penny ante poker, the guy whose turn it was would enter the room and make love to her in his own special way and manner. It ran the gamut from tender to gentle to rough and to everything in between. That took care of Friday night.
Saturday's escapades started right after breakfast. Three guys at a time went at her. One in her ass, one in her pussy, and one in her mouth. This was all done on the bed with the rest of the men standing there watching and playing with themselves.
They did Susie all day Saturday and all day Sunday, all the way to midnight of each day. It was a fuckathon marathon. They let her nap whenever she wanted to and when she awoke it was to a wall of hot-ass erections. She sucked. She fucked. She had hundreds of orgasms. The men each had four and five a day themselves. In her mouth, her pussy, her ass. Cum City.
As much as she had enjoyed herself, she informed poor Mark that it wasn't going to happen again. He protested, but her mind was made up. It was just too fucking much in her mind.
Right after Susie told me this scenario, I ate her pussy out for twenty minutes or so, then we sixty-nined and then we fucked like two lunatic bunnies. As I ate her and fucked her I couldn't help but picture her with the twelve men. What a scene! Lordy, how I wished I had it on film.
As we laid in bed afterwards, my arms around her, I decided it was time to introduce her to my penchant for mouth pissing. Most folks think it's sick, but I ain't like most folks.
"Susie, tell me, did any of your dates ever want to piss in your mouth?" Lay it out, flat and simple.
"Yeah, a few guys. I told them no and that I thought it was sick. Why? You into that sort of weird thing?"
"Yes. All five of my wives were, too. I pissed in all their mouths. They loved it, too. Three of them even told me it was as if I was coming the world's biggest load." I waited for her response.
"Really? But what about the taste? Ugh! And fucking yucky! Didn't they all say it tasted like... well... piss?"
I squeezed her to me. "Well, my dear, like Scotch, it's an acquired taste, but there are tricks one can do to fool the taste buds somewhat. Like gargling with Listerine beforehand. Or eating a piece of pickle. It doesn't totally get rid of the taste, but it makes it... let's say... more palatable. Oh, and if I drink two or three beers before I piss, it actually taste somewhat sweet. Must be the yeast in the beer, I guess."I waited again, giving her another squeeze.
"Man, Arthur, you are one crazy fucker! I never know what you're going to come up with next. But, you crazy fuck, you've made it sound almost nice, so, fuck it, I'm game. I'll try it once and if I don't like it I ain't doing it again. OK?"
"Bless you, my child. You are a gem. And, come to think of it, I gotta piss right now! What say we retire to the bathroom, old girl?" I felt her head nod.
She knelt before me. In the tub, just in case. I pinched the base of my dick to stop the flow. I looked down at her beautiful face and said, "Now, I'll just let it spurt a little at a time. At first. I'll do that just twice because it will start to hurt me if I keep pinching it off more than that. You swallow twice real quickly like. Then, when I'm going to flood, start swallowing rapidly. You know, swallow, swallow, swallow. Got that?" She nodded up at me. She looked petrified, but excited.
"OK," I said. "Now put your mouth on it and we'll do it." She complied and her hot mouth was wonderful. The idea that I was about to now piss into it had me on cloud nine. Oh, you beautiful woman, you.
I uncorked the base and let out a spurt. I heard her swallow. I repeated this and again heard her swallow. She had not complained. So far, so good. But, it was starting to pain me now.
"You ready for my flood?" I asked quickly, impatient for the answer. She made an "Mmm Hmm." on my limp, piss-filled penis. "Here we go," I said.
Aaah, how good it felt to release the pinched-off base. I just let it loose and it was so fine. I looked down at her face as she swallowed and swallowed to see if I could detect the usual wincing. It wasn't there. She looked serene and peaceful. Then she lifted my heart right through the roof. She moaned. A good moan. A moan of total enjoyment. She liked it! And, as sure as shit, I liked her liking it.
When I had no more piss to give her, she surprised me because she just kept sucking on me. It felt so nice I was getting hard. I bent over, my penis leaving her mouth, tilted her head up and kissed her. My tongue shared the taste of piss with her as we moaned into each other's mouths. I kept kissing her for a good five minutes before replacing my tongue with my cock.
She sucked me off and I came in her sweet mouth. "That, old girl, is what some folks call a piss cocktail with a cum chaser." She laughed and I followed suit.
Over time, my pissing in her mouth became a routine deal. Sometimes, Susie would ask me if I had to go. I never failed to oblige the dear woman who had the ability to constantly surprise me. And she sure surprised me on one occasion when I happened to be at her apartment.
We had just finished a great meal and I was eager for a new tale of hers. But she had something better in mind. She told me she had a surprise for me and I was to wait a sec while she retrieved it. As I sat looking at a Picasso print on her wall trying to figure out what he was all about, I had no idea what to expect.
"Here!" she said as she approached me. It was a large photo album. I put it on my lap, opened it up, and was floored. It was chock-full of close-up pictures of men's cocks. Some in black and white, but most were in dazzling skin color. And they were all Polaroids.
At the bottom of each picture was a neatly typed label with the guy's first name and a date. Charles, 11/2/79, Marty, 2/2/80, etc. Well blow me down!
On the inside front cover was a printed label from the album manufacturer. It said there were 100 pages in the album which meant 200 usable pages, if you used both the front and back. She had.
I went to the back of the album and saw that, as a guesstimate, she had filled up around 60 pages or so. With nine pictures per page, I rough-calculated that she had over 1,000 cock shots. Each dick fully erect and none out of focus. Susie knew her Polaroid photography very well, it seemed.
Here and there, perhaps every other page, there were two pictures of the same guy. One with just the guy's cock and one with Susie's mouth on his cock. In each blowjob shot, she looked as if she had found heaven. A heaven in which she had her eyes wide open as she stared at pubic hair.
Even her hands added to the heavenly mood. She had her thumb on the underside of the base and her first two fingers gently on top. Her ring finger and pinky were poised in the air, resting lightly against his belly, as if daintily holding a very delicate wine glass.
Anyone, even the world's biggest dufus, would know just from looking that here was a woman who not only loved giving head she was a virtuoso at it. An adept artiste of the cocksucking kind. I was beyond amazed, I was stupefied.
As Susie refreshed our wine glasses, I perused page after page after page. Cock, cock, cock, suck, cock, etcetera. No one, even the greatest and most famous urologist, had ever seen such an assemblage of men's dicks as the one I had in my hot little hands. Talk about a tour de force! It was overwhelming.
I had always known that nature abhorred sameness and monotony, but I never realized just how much until now. There were very few cocks that looked alike. Even those that looked like a close match had their differences. Blond pubic hair versus black, veiny as opposed to smooth, and so forth.
And the mix! There were long and short cocks and medium, too. Fat and skinny ones. Those that curved up, or down, or even out to the side. Large cock heads, small cock heads, and some that almost blended into the shaft. Blunt cock heads, plum-shaped ones, or mushroom shapes of all stripes, and some so big they seemed alien by nature. Even the pee holes were varied. Small holes, invisible holes, and some so large you could have stuck a navel gem into them and had room to spare. Amazing.
It was, to totally understate it, some fucking collection. My little Susie was undoubtedly the cockologist of the century and no doubt would hold the title far into the next millennium. If anyone ever topped it, that is.
Then a thought hit me. I felt left out! Ignored even. A tad jealous, maybe. I felt if anyone's pecker belonged in her treasure trove of boners, it was mine. Why hadn't she asked if she could Polaroid my cute and cuddly woody? I looked over at her. I was hurt.
"Why haven't you taken a picture of my little petunia, sweetie?"
She reached behind her chair and brought forth a camera and said, singsong like, "Smile, you're on Candid Camera!" I laughed. She had anticipated me so easily I felt as open as the album I had on my lap.
"Now?" was all I could think of to say. Dufus.
"Why not? Get outta them clothes you pervert and let's start clicking!"
Well, she not only took some great shots of my dick and her sucking on it, but she honored me by making me the only one in the entire album to have two whole pages, facing each other as a spread. And, if these things matter, I was also the only one of the boys whose cum was photographed. In two shots. One with my cum shooting through the air and going into her open mouth and one showing her mouth open with her tongue all gooey from the stuff. I was feeling proud.
Well, until I can remember more of her escapades, I'll leave you for now. Suffice it to say that Susie still answered when one of her boys strolled into town. Many times, with little coaxing from me, she would fill me in on all the juicy details. And her exotic tales were always followed by a rousing game of slap and tickle.
Susie and I were lovers for five years or more before she succumbed to breast cancer. Shit, I'm the smoker--not her. Not that cancer cares a rat's ass.
She's been gone ten years now and I still miss her. A day can't go by without me thinking about her. Her playful ways. And the smell of her. Her wicked, deliciously evil smile. The sound of her laugh and even the way she spoke. Christ, I can't remember how many mornings I'd wake up with the smell of her hair in my nostrils.
I love you Susie Cream Cheese. From the bottom of my soul and more than all of my five wives put together and beyond the moon. You ever decide to come back and haunt me, woman, I'd love it and I might even believe in God again.
And don't you worry none, hon. I used the spare housekey you gave me and I cleaned up all traces of your erotic adventures, as I'm sure you would have wanted me to. I didn't just erase your files, I removed the hard drive altogether, busted it up good and tossed it into the East River.
I couldn't get to your office PC, but as you said those files had no erotica of any kind on them. And your wonderland photo album? I didn't have the heart to burn it, sweets. It resides under my bed in a drawer. And, as you probably suspect, I take it out often and beat my meat while looking at the pictures and thinking of you.
If I kick the bucket and someone stumbles on it, they'll merely think I'm weird or gay, or both. But fuck 'em where they breathe, girl, for I don't care a fig.
Writing all this, Susie dear, has me, ahem, in the mood. I think I'll go and get me some pictures to drool over. Ta ta, darling.
The End.
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127,505 | null | null | Your face is just the human race
Falling in love again
We are so pure, we are so sure
While walking in the rain
At night, insight is always there
Our passion shows the way
They say they win, who simply dare
So why does my heart sway?
You see me as a lover should,
Inside the cloud, inside the hood
That makes you so misunderstood
I cannot be the way?
Too human yet too pure inside
I feel your loving pour inside...
I'm scared because I have denied
That love could yet melt me.
A glacier born of self-control
A fascia, lost without control
A single, solitary, soul
No more than I can see
And yet...
Your face destroys my everything, my scan, my world and gives me things
Outside the pain I held within, until you held me close
I see within the majesty of every hope they'll ever be
Your eyes melting me to the sea
That hungers for your coast.
I pledge to you my intellect (I know it's not the finest yet)
My passion (though I know you know that's plain),
My heart is yours (although with doors, I'm scared you may regret)
My innocence I hope I can reclaim.
I am the caged-man that you see, yet maybe love can set me free?
Perhaps we are the chambers of one heart
I am not worthy of your love, though hoping that someone above
Will grant that we will never be apart. | null | null | Authors/citadel/H...txt |
127,797 | sizequeen | SIZE DOES MATTER | Yes, boys, size does matter.
Having said that, one must not forget that there is more than one size. If you have not already guessed, we are talking about the size of a man's penis or a woman's dildo. A question that is frequently asked is whether bigger is better. The answer is that sometimes bigger is better, but for some women, smaller is better, for example, under 8 inches.
The size a woman desires or prefers is often dependent on her present situation or the activity she is contemplating. If she is considering vaginal intercourse for the first time, any penis is probably going to look large and intimidating. If a woman is contemplating anal intercourse, she may make her decision based on the size of her partner's penis. If she wants to orally stimulate her partner, she may prefer a small penis because a large one either causes her to choke or makes her jaw muscles ache. A woman's preference is therefore not necessarily set in stone.
Is there a physical basis for some women to prefer a large penis? The answer is yes.
A large penis is often large around, besides being long. While men may pride themselves on the length of their penis, its circumference is likely of more importance to a woman. A woman's sensitive genital tissues are located around the perimeter of the vagina. These sensitive genital tissues are her clitoris, and its outlying structures, the urethra and urethral and perineal sponges. Even a woman's G-Spot, if she has one, is located within a couple inches of the vaginal orifice. The more pressure that is exerted on these structures, the more enjoyable intercourse it might be for a woman. On the other hand, pounding on a woman's cervix may not be pleasant at all for her and can be painful for some women, and this is what many of you small-cocked men tend to do.
You ram away with your tiny little cock and sometimes simply hurt us by smashing your hips against us - you see, a man with a huge cock doesn't need to do that.
Now let's talk about men's size. There are many reports on this, and clearly none are exact. However, the one thing that is clear is this: the vast majority of men's penises are under 6 inches.
A woman's vagina at "rest" is usually no more than 4 inches in depth, and a woman's sensitive genital tissues are located around the perimeter of the vagina, which is lucky for the majority of small-dicked men. However, her vagina can expand width-wise and to quite considerable widths (remember, we give birth), and the vagina can extend to around a maximum of 8 inches in length - and no, many of you little men have that in your pants, do you? Now, how many of you little men have heard of the "recto-uterine pouch," also known as the Cul De Sac? Very few, I think. It is a good cock-pounding here that gives us the deep, highly satisfying vaginal orgasms, and that requires a good 8 inches plus to achieve - a deep, throbbing orgasm that you little men with your little cocks just can't manage to give us.
Now, most men will measure their penis and tell us how big it is. There are two things you men need to know:
1. We are not really interested in the sound of a big number; many of us rarely even know the real number. What we do is "feel" the real number.
2. Men never honestly measure themselves. They don't know how to measure, and they lie. We know that 7.5 inches means under 6.
As a result of the desire to be filled, a vaginal ache that many women experience during sexual arousal, many do desire and enjoy the sensation of having something large stretch to fill their vagina. The larger the object, the more filled and satisfied they feel. Why do you men think it is that your wives/girlfriends choose to buy/use large dildos and engage in vaginal fisting? If your little cock is what she has available, why does she go out and buy a dildo twice the size of your cock - think about it!
As a result of experimentation and experience, women find their orgasms are more intense when their vagina is filled to capacity. They likely start out with a single finger or a small dildo, but find they do not fulfill their desire to be filled as well as something larger. And they also likely move on from your little cock to a large dildo, then move from that to a REAL large cock.
It really isn't difficult for a woman in this day and age, a happily married woman even, to go out and find something to satisfy her physical needs. The hours you men spend out of the home, those little business trips she takes, those nights out with the girls, those special holidays away - you do it, and so do we.
Some women prefer a large penis for psychological reasons. Since a man with a large penis is often seen as more manly, the woman who attracts his attention is often seen as more womanly and desirable. A woman may perceive her position in society is better if her partner is well-endowed. She may feel she has bested her peers. A woman may find the sight of a large penis visually stimulating as well. Many women are fascinated with penises. Their fascination often has nothing to do with size. Many women enjoy seeing and feeling their partner's penis becoming erect in their hand or mouth. Some mothers of infant and young boys love their son's little penis and like to look at and even touch it. (This is likely the result of curiosity more than sexual desire. It may also be the result of socialized admiration of the penis. In addition, she may not be able to explore her adult male partner's genitals so thoroughly.)
Some lesbians are also fascinated with penises. They may not desire their partner to have a real one, but some do seek out male partners to fulfill their curiosity. One must keep in mind the brain is, after all, our largest sex organ.
Of course, some women prefer a small penis. As mentioned above, a large penis can cause a woman to experience discomfort when performing fellatio. A woman may desire to perform fellatio immensely, but finds it is too taxing when her partner has an average-sized penis, let alone a large one. The physical discomfort outweighs the emotional pleasure and benefit. Some women will only orally stimulate their partner's penis when it is flaccid or in the process of becoming erect. A large penis can also cause discomfort during anal and vaginal intercourse. A woman who enjoys anal intercourse may prefer a small penis as it is easier for her to accommodate within her body. Women who are afraid of losing some of their vaginal muscle tone, commonly called becoming "loose," may not want a partner with a large penis.
Some argue that size does not matter. If this is the case, what happens to all those giant-sized dildos sold in adult novelty stores? Do adult mail-order businesses stock a product that does not sell? In Dickinson's book Atlas of Human Sex Anatomy, there are illustrations that depict old dildos that are up to three inches (7.6cm) in diameter. I think simple curiosity compels many women to seek out objects larger than your average-sized penis. It may be the rumors of the increased pleasures that pique her curiosity. For some, it is the challenge of finding out if they can really insert something so large into their vagina, a means of testing the limits of their body. While it is curiosity that motivates them, pleasure is what keeps their attention.
In the end, does the size of a man's penis really matter to his partner when she is choosing a mate? The answer is no, at least for the vast majority of women. Most women do not choose a partner based solely on the size of his penis. What you have to keep in mind is, if women were only interested in the size of a man's penis, it would be less taxing on them to just go out and buy, or create, a dildo of the size they desired. Very few women place penis size on the top of their list when choosing a partner, even those who prefer a large or small penis for physical or psychological reasons.
BUT where real sexual pleasure is concerned, most women crave and fantasize about huge cocks, and most men just don't have that available. Whilst you are pumping away with that little 5-inch weedy penis and thinking you are a sex god, we are either working out the shopping list, thinking about what the kids need for school, or very often wishing and fantasizing that we had a big buck with at least 12 inches ramming into us (but only needing to ram 8 or 9 into us) and something the girth of a Coca-Cola tin - and yes, there are quite a few around.
Hence the large dildo she owns, which is thicker and at least 2 inches and more bigger than yours - and that secret boyfriend or boyfriends she has to really satisfy her needs - and although not necessarily the case, often big, strong black men with cocks longer and thicker than your arm. | null | null | Authors/sizequeen/SIZE DOES MATTER.txt |
127,948 | Caesar | Those Lips Started It All | You have to understand that it was how I grew up that tempered what I now am.
I mean, I don't remember when or how it started, only that when I desired it, all I had to do was ask.
What was it that started all this, what was it that brought me to this life I now live? Life in jail is no picnic, loss of liberty can be a terrible thing. And the loss of what I had taken for granted since my earliest memory was harsher.
I'm writing this longhand and storing it in a safe place. If you're reading this, I'm long dead and this can be assumed to be my legacy. As sordid as it is. You can judge me all you wish - it obviously bothers me not!
In truth, I don't see how I grew up and what I became as so terrible. In fact, I rather enjoyed it.
You see, from my earliest teenage recollections, my mother would tend to my normal urges. What I mean is that she would suck me to orgasm.
Shocking to you, is it? I couldn't care less.
I'd like to admit my mother was a hot thin woman that looked half her age - she wasn't. She was attractive enough, in her voluptuous sort of way. But she certainly did not draw any avid interest when walking into a room full of men. Mother had long brown hair, with streaks of gray at the temples, that was always in a ponytail. And I mean always. She had a round common face, with big brown eyes, full lips and a petite nose. Her chest was huge, especially to an early teenager. She had a slight bulge to her stomach, but I never considered her fat in any way. Her hips were wide, flaring out from her waist - coupled with her generous boobs, looked like an hourglass when looked at coming or going. Her ass was one of my favorite features, large and round but not overtly so - sexy is what I would say.
Mother would wear only skirts or dresses, as was the fashion for a woman of her age back then - thick wool skirts in the winter and thin cotton fabric in the warmer climates. This did much to highlight her other great feature, her strong shapely legs.
Though if you saw a picture of her back then you may be surprised that this five-foot-four tall woman, plain and polite looking, was servicing her son at least once per day in my teen years.
And always with her mouth.
I mean always. Once, when the boundaries were not yet understood by me, as they were never vocalized, I climbed into bed behind her as she still slept. I lifted her nightgown and slipped the head of my cock about, looking for that entrance to nirvana that I've only read about. Unfortunately, mother awoke and quickly took the situation into hand and berated me loudly and sternly - sending me to my room promptly. Just so you understand, she came in minutes later and knelt between my thighs and sucked me till I came into her mouth - then gently telling me that mothers and sons having intercourse was 'wrong'.
'Wrong'?
I believed her, I was a naive teenager. Fucking your mother was wrong - it had to be, my mom told me so.
Right?
She had to suck me off three times later the next day - just to still the desires that had built up at the thought of poking her.
I would wake up in the morning and eat breakfast with mom and dad, my two sisters, and then after dad left, I would go take a shower. Mom would often come to the bathroom each morning and ask simply by looking at me - it was nearly always a quick smile or nod as an answer. She would simply kneel there before me, as I stood in the tub on the cold tiles or sat on the toilet, wearing her big ugly slippers and bright pink housecoat. Leaving only after swallowing every drop.
Mother always swallowed - I never asked her why. It's not proper for a son to ask his mother such things - didn't you know? If she should miss or spill a drop, she would use her finger or tongue to clean it up - always swallowing. Perhaps she did it to hide the evidence?
I haven't even a clue if she enjoyed it - the taste of come or even sucking my cock. I couldn't ask - not proper as I've said! After a while, it did not matter to me if she enjoyed it or not. It's what mothers did for their sons, wasn't it? At least in my home it was.
I've never even seen mother fully naked - though I've ejaculated in her mouth more times than was possible to count. In my later teen years, she would allow my hands to wander as she sucked me, especially if she knelt beside me on the couch or my bed. It was the closest I came to anything besides oral with her - squeezing those big beautiful sexy boobs, her round strong ass or even that mysterious mound between her legs. I think she liked when I fondled her, but I was never sure - though I experimented and tried to get a response from her. It was always above her clothing and other than a tiny sigh or gasp from her, I was never sure if she enjoyed it. The closest I came to guessing her pleasure at my touches was that she often sucked me most often in a position that placed me in range of her body.
Only later after I left home did I wonder why she did what she did. I could call her, living in a college dorm, a few minutes' drive from home and she would immediately come over and suck me off. When she did this, she often would come with some of her baking or would stay and help me with cleaning my room up.
You see, she was still my mother - only that my sexual tensions were vented with her very experienced lips.
In this way, I became what I am now - what the doctors call a 'sociopath' - my the path of my mother's sucking mouth.
I found out in my mid-teens that I was not the only one in the household that had this relationship with mother - my two sisters. Anna was younger by two years and Rachel three years older, both received oral attentions from mother.
Strange right?
Well back then it was only natural and very pleasurable - at least to us.
I was interested, though, to learn that mother licked her two daughters as well as sucked me. Certainly not as often, I discovered, normally a handful of times per week.
They too thought it was natural that our mother should do this for us - she loved us didn't she? Of course, I never doubted that!
It wasn't long when I found out that none of my buddies had the same relationship with their parents as I had with mom. I asked her one night, after she finished swallowing another load, and it was the closest we came to discussing it - she only told me that her mother did the same for her and that it was a mother's duty... but followed up that most people would not understand if they knew about it. I had to agree, my best friend knew and was disgusted with the knowledge - though, thankfully, he never told anyone.
What did dad think about all this - I have no idea. In fact, I don't think he even knew.
Once at the end of supper, I gave mom that silent look and nodded toward the hallway to my room and she gave a stern look and nodded at her husband, my father. I took that to mean that it wasn't right to be forward with my requests when my father was about - I learned well and never tried it again.
Think of it - you're a teenage boy, with a cock that constantly got hard at any sexual thought. Well now consider that you had a woman willing anytime to suck it for your relief - would you not think of that positively? Of course you would. I did. In fact, you may come to take that pleasure for granted and even start to expect it in all women.
That's not to say I didn't date girls my age, or that I found time to fantasize about girls - in fact, I think I had an active imagination. Only, instead of jerking off after a date or after watching that cute girl bounce and twirl at cheerleader practice, mother would come in and suck me as I imagined some wild sexual encounter. You see, mother's lips took the place of my hand.
Well the trouble started when I caught Rachel spying upon us - and frequently after that first time. She knew I knew, and I never said a word to her. In fact, I knew mother would have to lick and suck between Rachel's trim thighs to relieve her tensions. Rachel actually let me watch her, some sort of quid pro quo, and I watched amazed at the first naked quim of my life. I also watched excitement building as my matronly mother lapped expertly at the teenage girl's sex - her eldest daughter.
It started all my troubles because I had intimate knowledge that two sisters were getting the same from mother as I was. Hell, I watched Rachel get her licks at least once a week till I left for college. And I loved the look of her pink slit and the sparse kinky brown hair about it - so much so that when mother sucked me, my fantasized often involved one of my sisters rather than some girl at school.
Well I approached Rachel, embarrassed, and asked her if she wanted to... well suck me like mom did.I still didn't understand the mechanics of fucking, and though I'd thought of licking her, I didn't understand how I would get pleasure out of this - how did mom?
She shamed me by laughing, but then lifted her skirt, and I leaned in and began to taste the first cunt of my life. Rachel taught me how to lick at her clitoris, how to slide my tongue into that delightful hot wet hole lower down, and to suck upon those dark pink sensual lips. She came, flooding my face minutes later, rolling over and returning to her homework without another glance. It was what I had feared - that I should get to be intimate with that delightful grotto between her legs, but I should be left with a hard dick for my troubles. Within ten minutes, mother relieved me of that problem.
So what do you do - you very much enjoy the intimacy of orally exploring your first pussy, but hate how horny it left you? Rachel certainly made no motions to help me. I asked her again and again to suck it, and she finally blew up at me, screaming at me about my 'disgusting dick' and how she would never suck it like our mother did. I was left with mother's mouth, while I continued to suck Rachel until she married a couple of years later, and then I never saw, tasted, or felt that sexy cunt ever again.
Mother did - she lived with Rachel, her husband, and four children, after dad died. Knowing Rachel, when her husband wasn't giving it to her, our dear old mother was licking her cares away.
Then there was Anna - less sexy of body than Rachel or mom, more like a boy in frame than a girl. Yet, she was still young, and the first signs of puberty were just showing in the buds of her chest.
Rachel may be the smart, confident child of our family, but Anna was the polite and considerate one. She was also the horny one of the girls - I was surprised that she asked her mother to lick her nearly twice as often as her older sister. Though I never spied upon them, as I did with Rachel, I often saw mom go into my younger sister's room, close the door, and return several minutes later, licking her lips.
What I was to learn was that Anna was also submissive in all sexual matters.
I'm not kidding. I simply entered her room one day and told her to lay on her bed and spread her legs - she did, though I saw fear there, and I licked her to a nice, screaming orgasm. After that, she always did anything I asked. Soon she was sucking me, though it would take years before she was as good as mom. Then, at my suggestion, we tried sucking on each other at the same time - sixty-nine, I would learn to call it. It became our favorite way to pleasure the other and ourselves.
It reinforced my belief that women were put on this earth to pleasure men - that the women in my life only existed to make me happy. Both female mouths, my mother's and younger sister's, proved this to my teenage mind again and again.
Anna confidently told me that our older sister often ordered her to 'suck her off', as she called it. And she seemed embarrassed when she revealed that our mom would suck either girl at simply a nod. I pretended to be shocked and never let on that mother was also my oral repository as well.
We had some great years together back then.
I was so naive.
I was the first to leave home - going to college, dad was so proud, while mother ensured the college was close to home. A year later, Rachel married her boyfriend of two years and moved out. Anna and mom would both come to my apartment, when I requested, and neither knew of the other, thankfully. I dated, though most ended disastrously, while mom or Anna would come over and help me with my sexual stress.
School was great - fucking mothers and Anna's faces was great. Dating was crap.
You see, I had learned some interesting things in the years leading to my living alone - for one, women were for pleasure. They were to be at my call, to suck me at a smile, to spread their legs to fuck when winked at.
Oh yeah, I lost my virginity with the school slut in my first year at college - some loose, drunk co-ed. Two nights later, I took Anna's cherry, and I then added that to my requests when she attended me. Of course, my sister never denied me.
It wasn't until I got out of college, graduating with excellent marks and on the Dean's List. Dad and mom were so proud. Anna was too, but she was more excited that I could get a new place and a job of my own - she begged to live with me, that she loved me.
I probably would have enjoyed that, getting a two-bedroom place - mostly for appearances' sake, and fucking her brains out daily.
Yet it was the same time I met this pretty, older woman who I worked with. Ms. Jones, as she was called by all of us at work, one of the officers on our company. A quiet but stern woman that was a couple of years younger than mom and whom I knew was divorced with a single teenage daughter.
It would be the beginning to my end... at least to my freedom."Similar words that I used with my mother or sister - they never seemed to mind... neither did Carol.
Holding on my shoulders, she began to lift and drop herself rapidly. I could see in her face that this was indeed the first dick she has had in years - no wonder she was as passionate as she was so quickly. Twisting and yanking on her tits, I watched and listened as this mature woman began to squeal out her orgasm - flooding my lap with her thick, hot juices.
Carol collapsed against my chest, and I became a little angry and shoved her back against the steering wheel. "Get up, bitch, I'm not done yet." I was amused at the surprised look in her eyes and then pleased when she again lifted herself nearly off me to quickly submerge my hard dick into herself.
I fucked her for what seemed like forever - and what I remember most about that time was that I began to get worried that the running car would suck all the gas and leave the both of us stranded.
But of course, I came, eventually. My sperm sending Carol into orbit yet again.
I drove her home silently and dumped her off like some piece of fuck-meat. She watched me drive away, holding her torn sweater closed with both hands. It gave me time to remember, fondly, our short time together.
The next day, I was conscious that she watched me at work, but never said a word to me during that whole time. When the office nearly emptied at lunchtime, I entered her windowless office without a word and closed the door. She looked scared but not surprised at the intrusion.
"Time for more practice!" I yanked out my dick and sat on the edge of her desk - she simply stood, walked slowly over to me and knelt down and took me into her mouth. I took considerably less time than our fuck last night, and when I caught her lifting her face from my cock, just as it began to swell the seconds before my orgasm, I had to grasp her head in both hands and force it to stay in place as I finished. She swallowed only half of my sperm, and I grunted at her to lick the missed drops. Carol, on hands and knees, began to lick at her carpet and my shiny black shoes, getting the drops of my sperm.
I left feeling her eyes following me and knowing that Carol was a good find, something to complement my erotic tastes. She was much better than tentative, stupid teenagers, like the girls from college, and seemed to take abuse better than even my sister, whom needed to be treated more like a girlfriend than what she was, a fuck slut.
I continued to do the same thing, fucking her mouth during lunch, every day for that week.
Then it was the weekend.
Anna did indeed come over, and Friday was incredible. She and I experimented with something new, and I deposited one load of my sperm in her rectum. I fucked her, and she sucked me - then we both slept exhausted. She wanted this weekend to be the promise of what was to come if she moved in with me - her wanton sexiness so delightful. She promised to be the fuck toy that I wanted, promising me satisfaction so that my eyes will never look at another woman.
Of course, Anna was wrong. She never considered the lessons learned by me even before she had started to suck me - that a woman was a piece of meat.
It was Saturday morning when my phone rang, just as Anna was showing me a little thing called a 'dildo', which was not a common sight back then, that she had bought. I picked up the phone even as I watched my sister move the thick, rubbery phallus in and out of her cunt. It was Carol, "What do you want?"
"I... I wondered if you wanted me to come over?" The call and her question surprised me - as I understood where it came from - she wanted more.
"I'm busy!" A little gruffly. The thick dildo seemed to be too large for my sister's little cunt, her lips spread roughly and clung to the wet rubber surface as it moved in and out.
"Oh." I could almost hear her disappointment in the silence. Then I remembered how I felt as I ordered her to submit, the look in her eyes as she simply waited for me to tell her to do something else - wishing and hoping I would tell her to do something else. "Perhaps later?"
"I have a guest."
"Oh. I'm... sorry...?"
"Shut up." I looked at my panting sister as she masturbated with that big dick and then imagined the middle-aged woman as she bounced up and down upon my cock in that dark, damp car. "I'll come to your place."
"Pardon? No... my daughter is home and ...!"
"Do you want me to come over?"
That stilled her objections. Finally, "Yes."
"Then get rid of the little bitch."
A longer pause, "Yes, I can do that." I knew she was wondering how to get her daughter out of her house - send her to a friend's maybe or her father's?
The silence was long when I thought to maliciously ask, "Know what I'm looking at right now, bitch?" I liked being nasty to Carol for some strange reason.
Anna froze, surprised at my comments. I didn't wait for a response, "A girl younger than I fucking herself with a dildo." A loud swallow on the other end of the phone. "Do you know what a dildo is?"
Barely a whisper, "Yes."
"I fucked this same girl last night in the ass... do you still want me to come over, bitch?" I haven't even showered yet - perhaps I should let Carol taste my sister upon me?
I waved Anna to silence; she was starting to get angry at the interruption and at my words betraying our private relationship.
"Yes."
"Do you think you can make me as happy as this girl half your age?"
A long, long silence. I now knew her weak spot, her age. "Will you deny me anything?"
Again a whisper, "No." Anna had jumped off the couch and was getting dressed, looking angrier than I've ever seen her. She was my sister, I'll make it up to her later. Hell, I've used and abused her for years - called her all the names in the book - and she had no defense to any request I made.
"You have this afternoon to prove it, slut - put something sexy on, I'll be over in an hour." I hung up. "Anna!" The door slammed... and I was surprised at myself for not rushing out to follow her. Well, something else I've learned, she will come back when I tell her to - she and mother always did.
I drove over to Carol's and just walked in without knocking. She met me in her living room wearing a translucent nightie and stockings - pink. I fucked her that afternoon in all three holes, and deposited my sperm into each, in three different rooms of her house. And yes, she tasted another woman, my younger sister, upon my dick.
I spent most weekends at Carol's, fucking the months away, her daughter sleeping over at a friend's. The weeknights that we met, she would come to my place. The lunches in her office.
Every wild, kinky thing I could think of I did with Carol, treating her like garbage the whole time. She loved it, wanted nothing more than for more of my attentions, to pleasure me. Carol became quite the good cocksucker, got used to the taste of her own pussy from my dick, had a hair-trigger clitoris and seemed to greatly enjoy getting fucked in the ass.
I did not need Anna, and ignored her calls and letters, as I found Carol's submission addicting. Even mother, in a moment of rare admission, told me that she wanted to come over more often - worried that her 'boy's soldier' was getting the proper attention. I kid you not, that is how she put it.
Carol made plenty of money at our company and purchased tons of lingerie and sex toys - and we experimented together very often. I enjoyed tying her up or blindfolding her and teasing her for hours. She did it all and seemed to enjoy it all, orgasms were aplenty. Not once did I find her cunt dry, it was perpetually wet at all times.
Then I told her my past, how mother sucked me at any time, how I licked Rachel until a couple of years before, and how Anna and I had a very special relationship till she came along. To say the least, the executive of a company and the mother of one was shocked.
I never said a word again until I bound and gagged her in my apartment one evening - slipping her into my closet and with a firm command closed it only so that she could not be seen but could see out. I then called mom, and she, as always, came over. I lay naked upon the bed, and mother simply folded her coat over a chair, climbed up to kneel next to my hip and simply took my cock into her mouth. I had fucked Carol at lunch earlier that day and knew it would last moderately a long time - even with mother's expert tongue and lips. While she bobbed her head and sucked me, I reached around and pressed my fingers into the crack of her ass, above her skirt of course, and felt the tiny round muscle of her anus clench at being roughly fondled. Then I slipped my hand lower down and slipped it up and down the slit of her sex, above her clothing as well as always and was surprised when mother moaned against my cock. Just once, mind you - but it was a surprise enough to send me over the edge. Mother swallowed every drop - licked my cock clean of spittle and sperm and climbed off my bed. "I brought you some banana bread, honey."
I hugged her and saw her out the door. Even as my mother left my apartment, I knew she was just another cunt to be used, like Carol, like Anna and like the half a dozen at college that had crossed paths with me. Remembering that single moan of pleasure from my mom, I wondered if she would be as good a ride as my Carol?
As for Carol, she was as I had left her, and slipping my hand between her thighs, I found her so wet and hot that her juices had coated the inside of her legs to her ankles. And if I looked, I doubted not that a pool of her juices would be puddled on my carpeted floor. We fucked wildly that night.
It was her introduction to a different world.
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Carol's daughter's name is Jenny. She was bright-eyed and a cute girl - fourteen years old at that time."And as the months turned to years, I found my eye wandering to this young girl as she started on the road of puberty and sexuality. So absorbed in her own pleasure, Carol never noticed my hungry gaze toward her daughter.
I'm not proud of it, but it was easy. I seduced the girl. She only knew me as her mom's boyfriend and that I made her mother very happy.
At first, it was the smiles... then the hugs... little kisses... and then my hands, above her clothing, touching her where no one else had touched. She was scared that first time I entered her room as her mother took a shower - how could she not? I was naked. I ordered her to disrobe and then forced her mouth upon my cock, and she gave me a pitiful blow job. She sobbed silently as I shoved her face up and down my dick, knowing she was tasting her mom's cunt upon me. Did she even realize it?
Since she only dropped to the floor sobbing, while trying to spit out the sperm that had filled her mouth seconds before, I was worried her mother may discover my assault. The little slut, though, did not say a word. And Carol, so enamored with our relationship, did not notice how her daughter shied away from me whenever we were in the room together.
For weeks, I did this to her once or twice a week - she never told anyone, but her lips became slowly more experienced. Jenny learned that if she pleasured me, I would not be so rough with her - and if she did a good job, her humiliation would not last as long.
The thing was, this teenager seemed to accept this new life - servicing her mother's boyfriend. Perhaps she did not want to make her mother sad by telling her how I used her young mouth. Perhaps she simply found that being used by me was natural and the path to being a woman. Isn't that what a woman is good for?
Hell, her mother was a living example - and the daughter must have heard her mom and I more times since we met - to know that her mother was simply the slave to my every desire.
Perhaps to her teenage mind, it was natural that she lived the same life as her mom.
Jenny, after that first time, seemed to find pleasure in pain. I kid you not! Fucking wild - but after I first spanked her for some trumped-up reason, she went crazy with lust, and I laughed even as I took her a second time, knowing that I had discovered the floodgates to her sexuality.
Again, Carol stood bound and gagged in my closet as I returned from the front door. When I helped Jenny off with her jacket, I smiled into the darkness of my closet and toward her mother. I imagined I saw the horror of what I was doing in the darkness, that the mother watched helpless as her daughter was dragged into a lifestyle that she never considered for her.
I took it very slowly, romancing the teenager with kisses and touches. Slowly removing both of our clothing, and then began to lick her from head to toe, my hands pinching her nipples and twisting her outer labia - when I got to her hairless sex, she was going nuts. The young girl orgasmed with a loud screech.
Then I told her I was going to fuck her - she looked at me nervously and nodded her acceptance. Yet, "I'm not going to take your virginity, darling." She looked at me puzzled and more so when I retrieved a tube of lubricant. "Lay back and pull your knees to your chest."
Like her mother, she did as ordered. Unlike her mother, she may have done it out of fear or perhaps training by her mother to respect adults. First with my tongue, then with lubricated fingers, I readied her asshole for the inevitable - though she was a tiny girl, and it would never be prepared fully for my large hard cock. She was very scared but determined as I knelt below her, aiming myself toward that junction.
"I do this so you will stay a virgin - do you understand, darling?" I could care less, I just wanted to fuck this teenager's ass while her mom watched helpless.
A whisper, "Yes."
"Do you want this, do you want me to fuck your tiny little ass?"
A long pause, then a resolved, "Yes."
I pressed forwards.
Now, it's not an easy thing to fuck a tiny virgin asshole - and it took a long while, with pain and patience, till I was three-quarters seated within her bowels.
Though I assure you it was a very fine fuck - if not for Jenny, for me. And I left a big load of come in her violated rear hole. Since it must have hurt terribly, I could see the teenager below me struggle between that realm of pain and pleasure. Jenny never orgasmed but panted deeply, and looked upon me in surprise at the new feeling of a cock within her bowels.
I spent an hour afterwards tending to her, cleaning her body with a cloth and bringing her to another orgasm with my tongue. As she dressed, she asked embarrassed, "Can I come back next week?"
I laughed and asked playfully, "Do I get to fuck that pretty little bum of yours again?"
She nodded affirmatively, and I gave her money for a cab rather than her taking a bus. I resolved, next week, to bring her to orgasm as I fucked her pretty asshole.
Carol was wide-eyed, and I could tell that she had shed a river of tears. But again, she had left a puddle of her juices in my carpet.
Nothing was forbidden, I had told you.
I dragged her out, still bound, threw her upon the bed, and began to rub my soiled cock over her cheeks and forehead. I would have shoved it into her mouth, but didn't want to ungag her just yet. Instead, I rolled her upon her stomach, and after a minute's preparation, was pounding my cock in and out of her asshole, grunting obscenities into her ear.
She orgasmed again and again.
Carol, I may not have consciously realized back then, enjoyed being dominated, and yes, even humiliated. She hated what she witnessed me do to her daughter Jenny, but she orgasmed wildly when my attentions returned to her.
That was the beginning of the exhibitionist phase, as I laughingly called it back then, of my relationship with Carol and her daughter Jenny. Each week, Jenny would come over, and we would suck, and I'd fuck her ass - her mom watching from the closet each time. At Carol's house, I'd order her to pretend she was asleep, and then tell Jenny to join me in her mom's room. Silently and very nervous, the girl would tiptoe into her mom's room naked and then either suck me off or lay upon me in a classical sixty-nine while her mother 'slept' next to us.
I became bolder and had Carol clean my dick off, with her tongue only, if it had been inside her daughter's mouth or ass. When I would play with that girl's sweet pussy, my fingers coated with juices, her mother would lap at it hungrily minutes later.
I became kinkier with the teenager, blindfolding her and experimenting with food and toys. She was tentative and not always receptive, as her mom was, but she never said 'no'. Unlike her mother, she did not enjoy the humiliation or being dominated. Rather, she seemed to endure these things without complaint.
Once I blindfolded Jenny and bound her to my bed, this was after I had fucked her ass, and then dragged her mom from the closet. Not realizing the tongue that was licking her to orgasm was her mom's, she screamed out with pleasure even as I finger-banged Carol's rectum.
Then I thought it was time, and one Saturday, I brought the two naked ladies into the same room. They simply stared, surprised at each other.
"Jenny, let me introduce you to my slut Carol. Carol, this is my young anal girlfriend Jenny." I mocked them, but they still didn't move. I had to forcibly bring Carol before her daughter and pressed both heads together so they could kiss.
The months following were erotic heaven - as I had two slaves care for my every kinky thought. I took Jenny's cherry, losing the pretense that I gave a shit. Mother and daughter would spend hours performing for me - toys, food, lingerie, and even pain. They did it all.
Carol enjoyed every second, relishing each demented command. Jenny, on the other hand, became quieter, and though she did all that was ordered, she did not enjoy it as her mom did - only when it became overly rough did her pleasure truly appear.
Of all times, it was while Carol sat upon my lap, bouncing up and down rapidly as she fucked me. Her daughter, Jenny, sat over my face, and I licked and nibbled that tasty teen cunt. My mind began to wander, and I remembered my sister's single moan of pleasure some time before. Could Anna and my own mother become like Carol and Jenny, I wondered?
It had been months since my sister had stormed out of my apartment in anger - but as I had thought, a single call had her running back. We fucked for hours, and at the end, my sister cried happily even as the sperm clung to her hair and forehead. This time, I made it clear that I would use Carol and Jenny as I wanted, that Anna would be available whenever I wanted, and she had no say in it.
This time, my sister nodded her acceptance - knowing that regardless of who I banged, she would get her due measure of my cock and the pleasures that we enjoyed together.
Within days, I called mother and asked her to come over - my intent obvious.
I have four ladies in my life, three that I understood to some degree: Anna, whom enjoyed the pleasure of submitting to my needs; Jenny, whom enjoyed the pain and approached all our encounters like an innocent approaching the mysteries of adulthood; Carol, her mother, whom enjoyed being dominated, used, and even humiliated. Then there was my mother - she had sucked me since my earliest years, and I knew not why. I had hoped she may be like Carol, in that she could be dominated. And that is why I called her over that fateful Friday afternoon.
Mother had actually brought a casserole with her. She shed her jacket, placed the glass dish in the fridge, and followed me into my bedroom with a smile. It had been weeks since I had called her, for what she assumed to be her experienced and loving mouth.
Mom knelt down between my knees as she wrapped a cool hand around my half-hard shaft. Her face descended."Mom, could you come up here instead?" She followed my nodding eyes. I wanted her on the bed, her body within reach of my hands. It seemed a small request, at that time of my life, but it was the first time I had ever asked such a thing - mother had always just done 'it'.
She seemed to ignore my request when she stopped, looked at me again, and then calmly crawled up to kneel perpendicular to me on my bed.
With a smile, I lay back and just ran my hand from her back down her hip to her ass. As always, she wore a skirt, and my hand slipped beneath it even as her mouth took the head of my cock. She never even acknowledged my fingers when I pressed her cotton panty into the crevice of her sex. It was damp and very warm, I was pleased to discover.
Mother gave the best blowjob of any mouth that I've yet experienced - she seemed to know how to pleasure my cock more than any other woman.
She started to lift her head from my organ when she felt my fingers expertly slip beneath her panty and into her bubbling groove. A quick snatch of her ponytail, I held her head in place. I did not doubt that mother would voice her displeasure at what I was about to do - I guessed her need for pleasure would override that. She was only a slut like all the others, after all.
I fingered banged her roughly, in time to her sucking mouth, and was rewarded when she began to pant and gulp for air around my hard cock.
The slut was enjoying it!
With my two middle fingers fucking her cunt, my index finger pressed against her anus till it invaded and allowed me to bang both holes at my leisure. She was wet, my hand soaked, her panties and thighs drenched - there was no mistaking her pleasure now.
Her mouth came off my cock, and my hand upon her ponytail allowed her to, and pressed its hard surface along her cheek and ear as she lay panting next to my balls.
When my pinkie found her clitoris, mother's pants immediately turned to squeals of pleasure, and with a minute more of getting finger-banged, she was crying out between clenched teeth as her orgasm hit her.
After so many of my own orgasms with my mother, this was the first that she has ever had between us. I felt like a champion and knew my path was righteous.
She rolled over onto her hip and lay gasping for breath. Her eyes, though, watched me carefully as I flipped up her skirt and looked down at my hand still beneath her white cotton panty.
She watched me as I pulled my dripping hand from between her legs and licked it, sampling mother's pleasure.
Then I reached back to her, and hooked both my hands into her panty and tugged them down her legs, throwing them behind me already forgotten. She watched me as I rolled her onto her back and spread her thick, soft thighs and moved my face toward her pleasure zone.
Mother finally spoke up as I reached her spread, exposed cunt, my tongue slipping into the hot, wet groove, "Stop...", her voice was raw and sounded tired, "you must stop, this is... wrong!" My tongue reached her clitoris, and regardless of how tired she had been, her back arched off my bed and she groaned out in pleasure.
I pressed her legs back and spent time licking her hairless, wrinkled pink anus. She actually giggled when I forced my tongue past the donut of her sphincter, and it stalled me as I had never heard that sound from her before. I fucked her vagina with my tongue, the tip wiggling around inside her at each thrust. I sucked and nibbled on her clitoris with aggressive experience - I had learnt these techniques on her two daughters after all!
Some time later, after much panting, squeals and even a few giggles, she orgasmed yet again.
This time her eyes were closed.
I removed her clothing without her even appearing to be aware of my movements. I was in nirvana, the promised land - I had proven my domination over another cunt, my mother. It all came down to the willingness to take control and to bring pleasure to a cunt. And I had proven that time and again.
When mother finally opened her eyes, she found me straddling her waist upon my knees and my hard cock pressed between her generous bosom. My hard cock moved in and out from between those soft, fleshy globes, and the head of my dick touched her chin at each thrust. She looked upon me and her obvious nudity with surprise and perhaps a little horror. Her reaction took me a little unaware.
I roughly smacked back and forth between her flesh as I pressed it into a valley.
As enjoyable as it was for me, she seemed to take little pleasure from my actions. I could use her in this way after my control was assured, but for now, I had to bring pleasure to her with every action so her willingness to relent her control was mandatory.
Rolling off her body, I knelt between her knees, with cock in hand, and followed the vee of her legs to that spot that I sought.
Mother saw my look and had to know what was next. "No!"
I looked up at her in surprise and gave her my smug leer before leaning in to enter her. Just as the head of my dick was inside the forbidden place, mother yelled out, "No," yet again, and with her heels on the bed, shoved her hips off to throw me from her body.
Quickly, she sat up and tried to climb off my bed.
I was quicker.
I grasped her about the waist and yanked her back. She screamed out till I shoved her face into a pillow and hissed at her, "Shut up, mother!" She stopped screaming, and I could feel her body convulsing as she tried to withhold the weeping that started to well from her.
I moved her body so that she was on her knees, her face still in the pillow. Did she not understand this was how it was from now on? That I could bring her such pleasure that she could not imagine?
My dick entered her fully and without fanfare. Her cunt was wet and very hot and seemed to grip me in a flesh vise as I sat within her.
Finally, I let go of her waist and grasped each of her soft hips. This position was how I had always fantasized about taking mother for our first time - her large, round ass raised for my pleasure.
I fucked her hard those first few minutes, enjoying it myself but wanting to show her how happy she could be with me inside her. There was no response from her except that she continued to weep silently.
My tactic changed to long, smooth strokes, and I felt my own pleasure mounting - but absolutely no response from my parent.
"Bitch!"
I smacked her big ass out of frustration, spanking her roughly and violently for several minutes before her flesh was red with shame. Her only response was to cry out into the pillow from pain and humiliation at each hit of my palm on her soft, tender flesh.
I felt my ship sinking, that all my plans falter simply because mom became frigid, as I thought of it, at the moment of truth. We had been so close, her life would have been so much better - I could have made her so happy.
Because of my anger and frustration, I lasted longer than should have been possible. I knew this may only be a one-time thing, or that I could only have this when I took her forcibly - so I wanted to make it memorable.
There was one more fantasy unfulfilled - and I might as well enjoy it before our time here was complete.
I yanked my soiled dick from her hot, wet cavern and pressed it back in, a little higher this time. I cared not that she cried out for mercy or that it must have hurt her terribly as we used no lubricant other than her abundant juices and my earlier saliva. My cock pressed without a care deep into mother's rectum.
Though she had held herself in position, on her knees, up to now, the pain caused her to lose control of her muscles, and she fell down upon her stomach. Luckily for me, I fell with her and did not get dislodged from her very tight butthole.
I fucked her for no other reason than my pleasure now - probably tearing her as I moved mercilessly in and out of her body.
Gone were the tears and sobs, she clawed at my bed covers now, bit into my pillows. If she enjoyed it or felt extreme pain, I could care less.
My balls eventually emptied inside her rectum.
I lay full weight upon her voluptuous, soft body, my cock softening naturally in her violated back passage. The cunt just lay there beneath me.
Sleep overcame me.
When I awoke, I looked up as my clothed, but looking very out of sorts, mother came back into my bedroom leading the police.
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My failure, I now knew, was that I never understood her as I did the other three ladies in my life.
I still don't.
Though, now, in jail, I have plenty of time to think about it. | null | null | Authors/Caesar/ThoseLipsStartedItAll.txt |
128,004 | nickurfe | silk and amphetamines | You have to imagine The Divine Comedy in full swing, soaring up behind Neil Hannon's basso voice as he sings:
With a wave of his red
White and blue hand
Cross a glittering Las Vegas scene
He said
A true showman knows how to disappear
In the silk, and amphetamines...
In the silk and amphetamines. Yeah, I know. Mark Eitzel wrote it. I like Hannon's cover better. So sue me.
I've been awake for, let's see, thirty-seven hours.
Ready?
Show time.
"Nixon in the motherfuckin' house!"
Gee, thanks, Turk. Not like I love the spotlight or anything. Which is shining on me now, with a stutterpulse timed to the skittery beat of the old school illbient groaning out of every speaker, DJ Spooky or some such shit, some little girl's voice giggling "It is the business of the future to be dangerous," and baby, ain't that true. And the gang's all here - there's Solitaire and Tucker and Cliff, the Big Red Doc, and there's Pokey Jones the Berber, his Eraserhead pompadour bobbing to some private drum over the crowd on the John Travolta Memorial Dance Floor, his black and blue djellabah whirling round and round. He hasn't looked up to see me yet, but pretty much everyone else has, and thank God and the motherboard I came dressed to kill: an old silk slip that's cut off maybe an inch below my ass and a string of pearls a couple inches longer than that and white over-the-knee stockings with a bit of lace trim above the red ribbon garters and sensible black shoes like my ever-so-great grandmother might have worn at the turn of the last century, and my hair's in a flapper's bob with razor-sharp, laser-sharp bangs and my eyes are dark with sooty lashes and my mouth is cherry red and my body's as tight and taut and tuned as a seventeen-year-old pop star's, or an eighteen-year-old porn star's, and is there a difference these days? Was there ever? So I turn and I twirl under the flashing lights and I throw them a smile and flash them a little of what I'm not wearing underneath. Subtle? Fuck that. I came here to get laid. But not by the tattooed ex-basketball player with the grey dreads down to the middle of his back (and no way that's really him, and why on earth would you want to do him now instead of him then?) and not by the one, no, ye Gods two Hiero Protagonist wannabes shuffling up in their black ninja pyjamas, and not by the gal in the off-the-rack Klingon suit with, fuck, the TMs and marcae registradae still floating in the air above and behind her shoulders, how on earth did she even get in here, anyway? Nope. Anyone who knows me at all ought to know that Nixon Rising is having none of that. So I turn and I make my way to the bar.
It's not that kind of bar, of course.
Tenderloin throws me a wink and a leer as I sidle up and he conjures a couple of sample displays flickering in the air, porn loops repeating themselves in stuttering bursts, come on in and have a good time: a ballet dancer plié-ing in a simple black sports bra and nothing else; a classroom filled with schoolgirls in kilts and ties, passing time in various delightful ways; two girls in a hot tub in the dark somewhere, waving. I shake my head. "No dolls tonight," I tell him.
"All done?" he says. "Done in?"
"All done," I tell him, "a thirty-hour push and now the motherfucker's in beta. Disney's never gonna know what hit them."
His eyebrows go up. "Disney? I thought you were doing something with the Dark Angel stuff."
"That was last week, hon. You know that. Paid off in spades. So I got to do a labor of love: Wally Wood's unforgettably Disney orgy, live and in three dee." I spread my hands and give myself a congratulatory grin, which I damn well deserve. "The Tinkerbell alone is gonna be worth the price of admission."
"Which is free."
"Well. If you can find it." I turn to survey the bar, and most everyone has gone back to whatever they were doing, dancing or flirting or talking or pretending to fuck or even coding, at least, I think that's what Dandy Don is doing there in the corner with his neon Mac which always looks like it's on fire. ("It's 'cause I'm so hot," he'll tell you, over and over again, because he never remembers whom he's told a joke to and whom he hasn't.) The ex-basketball player is showing a high school cheerleader (some things never go out of style) just how big his hands are, and you know, maybe it is him. Balls indeed to come in here as who you are and nothing more, but he's always been known for his balls. "So I'm done," I say, "and now I want to be done, dammit. But no dolls. I've had enough of that. Give me a real live girl. Give me real lips to kiss and tits to hold and a real live cunt to suck. I want it all, Tender. I want everything I've ever seen in the movies."
"Are you sure?" Tenderloin is saying. "I've got this great David Duchovny..."
"Fuck you," I tell him. "I wrote the fucking Duchovny you have, you bastard."
"Nixon?" says this girl's voice, nice. "Nixon Rising?"
"My nom de guerre, my nom de plume," I tell her, warily. Otaku can be a pain, sometimes. "Don't wear it out."
She's cute, in a frumpy kind of way, an interesting choice here in the Glitterdämmerung, where everyone goes for overkill, my humble self included. Black hornrims like a thoughtful folkie and brown hair just soft and wavy enough to want to be touched and the sort of face I guess some folks might call heart-shaped. She's interestingly dressed for the frumpy look, though: a T-shirt covered in lines of shifting, changing code. And nothing else. That I can see. "Nice shirt," I say. Nice legs, too. And lovely little feet, with a ring on a toe or three.
"It's dex," she says, or something that sounds like that.
"Dex?"
"Code for playing DVDs."
"Christ below," I say. Old school indeed. "Who the hell would want to hack DVDs these days?"
"Precisely," she says, as if I've hit a nail on the head. Whatever. "I've got something to tell you. Is there somewhere more private we can go?"
"Well," I say, "yes, but why should I - "
And that's when I see her. Not the frump, cute though she might be. Her. Or me. Sort of.
She's standing at the edge of the crowd by the brightly lit squares of the Travolta floor, and she's staring right at me, and there's a smile on her face, my face, the face I'm wearing right now, like she knows she's got my attention, like she knows I'm going to get up and walk over to her, like I've got no choice. Which is true, true indeed.
"Nixon?" the frump is saying.
"In a minute," I tell her, getting to my feet.
"It's really important," she's saying, but fuck. It's not this important.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm vaguely aware that the Spooky's crashed and burned and swiveled with the magic of Turk's turntables into one of my favorite songs, gee, thanks, Turk. "Act Two, Scene One," it's called, for reasons I can't figure out. It's one of those songs that begins with a slow, slow burn, the kind that reaches out to a dancefloor filled with sweating bodies and stills them, waiting, feeling the music swell and grow and there's hints inside it of the monster beats to come, but not yet, not yet. The tension grows and tightens and pulls you taut, unbearably, as the voice, that voice whispers:
Along the shore the cloud waves break
Twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa...
And someone somewhere moans as the beats slowly, so slowly, ratchet up a teeny-tiny notch.
And I'm standing before her. Looking in a mirror. Looking at my twin.
The slip is a yellower white, older, perhaps. The pearls aren't quite so long. The eyes, the eyes are different, but then, the eyes are always different.
"If you want my attention," I tell her, "you've got it."
"Good," she says, and her voice is different, too. Lower. A little huskier. As if she smokes. More than I do, anyway.
"Did you hack my desc? Not that it's that hard."
"Maybe," she says. "Maybe not." She reaches up with one hand and in a curiously ritualistic gesture touches my forehead. My skin burns there. Not that it really burns. Not that I'm feeling it there. Not that she's rigged something in her fingers to do that. My skin burns because I want her to touch me, and not just there, either. My skin burns because my nerves practically leap out of me to meet her finger, soft, light, delicate. My finger. Her hand.
The song is swirling faster, now.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die though, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa...
"Well?" I start to say, but she reaches out a hand, and I reach out a hand, and one of us pulls the other closer, and we are touching, pressed together, a perfect fit, knees beside knees, breasts to breasts, arm around waist, thigh already nudging between thighs, our pearls clicking together maybe a touch too loudly, but that can be fixed, later. She sways, to the music, as it starts to swallow its own tail. The beats are coming. They're coming.The whole crowd is starting to sway to it, feeling it, crying out, the chiming bells and the swelling chords chasing each other around the abyss, the drums louder now, a skittering cymbal crash promising what's to come, as the voice is losing itself in grief, in ecstasy, repeating over and over and over again, "In Carcosa, lost Carcosa, dim Carcosa..."
The music explodes, the crowd roars, the dancing begins, and she kisses me, or I kiss her, and I am lost, and so is she, my God.
Sometime later, she murmurs a lipsticked whisper in my ear, "I want to go away with you."
And my lipsticked lips whisper into hers, "I think I can arrange that."
Tenderloin grins from the bar. The ex-basketball player leers and whips out a visual pickup, filming us, twins walking away, a mirror holding hands with itself. The frump is waving, trying to get my attention, but I'm terribly sorry, my dear. She - this person - God, I don't even know her name yet, which is cool, just great in fact - she got here first, and most spectacularly.
I make my secret sign and my desktop appears in the air before me. I pull her close to me, and touch, and go.
::
(Miles away, somewhere deep in the drill core of the old abandoned oil rig that hosts The Glit, and more terabytes of other stuff than it's worth your life to figure out, a processor looks over my request, checks my codes and double-checks, and okays it and sets stuff up and a bank of memory comes to life and fills itself with my personal environment set and sits there, waiting. I pay them enough for the service, so I'd damn well better get preferential treatment. [I'm not stupid enough to leave that shit lying around any computers hereabouts, let me tell you.] Signals flash from broadcasters to satellites and back down again, and in I go, and wherever she is, in she goes, too. And there we are.)
::
It's an empty room, nice hardwood floors, big ceiling, open windows looking out on a nice spring day, curtains tossing gently in the breeze. Lozenges of light float in the air, spaced regularly, rotating gently, freeze-frames of places to go.
We're maybe five feet apart, and that's too far. Stand still, though. Be cool. Let her make the first move. I've got a sardonic grin on my lips. Its mate is curling hers. She reaches out, runs a hand through one freeze-frame. "Looks like detention is a lot of fun," she's saying.
Oh, fuck. I've left quite a bit littering the floor here, including that damn schoolgirl orgy that Tenderloin tried to push on me in the Glit. (Hey. Every now and then you just want to unwind in the most cliché-ridden way possible. Okay?) I roll my eyes and fiddle a little with my desktop, sweeping that and a couple of others into a private directory tree. Lozenges flow and shift and reorder themselves. "Maybe something a little more classy," I say.
"Oh," she says. "How about a nice intellectual property lawyer we can discipline, hmm?"
I look at her. I'm ninety per cent positive that's a joke, but. Something in her eyes...
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Sheila," she says.
Sheila. Okay. Can't win them all. "Well, Sheila," I say. "How about this."
I reach out and touch a lozenge, and it gives a little under my hand, a lovely tactile sensation that, believe me, probably wasn't worth the amount of time I spent coding it. The room fades away, and, well, we're elsewhere. Again.
::
It's a riverbank.
I'm not going to tell you where it is, really. I used to live there, a long time ago, and, well. You'd probably guess it was from somewhere in the Southeast US of A, and you'd be right, as far as that goes, but even though it's a big river it probably isn't the one you're thinking of. It's summery hot and the sky is high and hazy white at the edges and the river's low and slaty grey and sullen, down from the springtime highs that cut the riverbanks so deep and steeply. We're at the foot of a gully, a small creek that flows into the river, choked picturesquely with trees and undergrowth the names of which I've never bothered to learn. The only one that's important is the apple tree, blown over long ago and hanging horizontally over the gully. Its roots are still deep within the earth, though, and it's still in bloom, still alive, leaves a lovely light green, filling the air with delicate white blossoms, all around us. It's an image from my own personal Tarot, okay, the cards that flicker through my memory, like the bird that flies over our heads, eternally circling above us, never beating its wings. It's an eagle, maybe, or a hawk or Christ maybe a vulture, I have no idea what kind of bird hangs out in the sky like that in that part of the world, and I didn't even bother being that accurate, just grabbed it from the background of a travelogue I hacked into once. The movement felt right. And though I haven't been back there in years, it is somehow important to me, vital to me, that this place exist, unchanged. The apple tree, in constant bloom. The bird, circling.
The two of us, standing there. Stop and smell - the summery air, the greenery simmering in the heat and lightly cut with the delicate sweet smell of the apple, and just enough of dank Old Man River to give us a sense of place. Listen to the breeze, the water flowing by. Silence.
She takes a deep breath, and her sardonic grin is gone. "Oh," she murmurs. "Oh. It's lovely."
"Indeed," I tell her.
Smell her. The spicy orange perfume, like mine, citrus and sandalwood and something else that isn't quite right for here and now, but so what. Her desc is as sharp as mine, of course, which means that her hair now smells as if it's been warmed by the sun, which it sort of kind of has been. The faintest whiff of makeup, the powders and oils and colors, as I step closer and she steps closer and we kiss again, not the knock-your-socks off dancefloor wow we just shared, but something smaller, more intimate, even, because less epic; hinting at what's to come.
"Why me?" I ask when we've finished and we stand there, entwined.
"I like your work," she says, her fingers toying with the hem of my slip.
"I can see that. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I suppose."
She laughs, a little, at that, and looks down, away. "Who wouldn't want to try to fuck themselves, hmm?"
I cock an eyebrow at that. "I'd rather fuck you," I say.
She shakes her head, still looking away. "No," she says. "You wouldn't."
"Then this," I say, "will have to do."
Sometimes, you just have to fuck the preliminaries, and so I do. I'm trusting her desc, again, is as good as mine (it is mine, she hacked mine, there's no other way she could be this close) and I drop to my knees in the cold clay before her, suddenly, and kiss her thighs and her belly as my fingers find her cunt and if the feedback loops are all feeding back she's as turned on as I am. Her hands grab my head as I lick her open and dive in, and she groans somewhere above me, and it doesn't take long, at all, and as her body (my body, dammit) is shuddering she nearly loses her balance, and what the hell, I pull her down with me to the soft, cool clay, and let her feel how wet I've made it, cool to the skin, perfect for a hot day like this, and who cares about the stains to stockings and slips when the silk can be reset with a blink of the mind's eye?
"God," she's saying, "God, oh God, this is good, this is very, very good."
"It's my job, hon," I tell her.
"I know," she's murmuring, "I know. I know."
"You like it?" I ask her.
"It's so subtle," she says stretching like a cat in my arms, feeling the body I've coded, the desc I've put together. How did she hack it? What am I dealing with, here? Nixon, you moron, you've dragged someone in who can hack your files and pulled her into this private and personal space, and how the hell smart is that, and who the fuck cares, in the end, when her hand slips between my legs like that and her finger slips along my slippery slit like that, and oh, my. "So warm," she's saying. "And so wet. I can feel it, and I can," and her other hand, slipping between her own legs (my legs, still), "I can't tell the difference," she says, "you're as turned on as I am."
"More," I tell her. "You owe me one. You do." Blossoms drift over us like snow.
"Oh," she says. "I owe you more than one."
Her tongue slides between my lips at the same time her finger does, and I arch my back and give myself up to her as another finger slides in, and out, and in, and she licks my lips, and smiles down at me, and says, "I almost hate to do this."
"What?" I say.
"Almost," she says.
The pain is intense.
I black out.
::
I come to in my apartment, screens snowy and blued and greened out around me, still shuddering. Hot flashes. Oh, God. My heart racing and something, something is triggering a full-bore relapse and at first I figure that's got to be it, but no.
One screen is still live.
TO: NIXON
FROM: TNDRLOIN
Sorry. Hope this reaches you in time.
Bug out.
Fuck.
Mother of fucking God.
Jesus H. Christ humping his mother on a goddamn flaming pogo stick.
I'm trying to force my body to move, sit it up, swing my hands up to the keyboard, trying to feel the goggles and subvox and feedback trodes and check connections and there's too much to be fucking done, I have to get back in, back where my fucking body can't betray me, back where I can fly as fast as my mind can think, back where I stand a fucking chance. My backbrain is whirring, trying to figure out who could be after me, who could have compromised the The Glit and gotten Tenderloin and Turk to sell me out. Who gives that much of a fuck?
Christ. Tenderloin was asking about the Dark Angel gig. Which he knew I'd finished. Mother fuck. Every now and then one of the Big Boys decides to take out a hacker like me. They think it makes an example and maybe things would be worse from their point of view if they didn't but all I can see that it does is make us paranoid and more determined than ever.But maybe he was trying to hint that Fox was after me? Maybe? But it's only a week old, for God's sake. Their lawyers can't even sneeze that fast, much less organize a hit like this.
Fuck. Maybe it's that ancient Duchovny fuck fantasy. Oh, that would be funny.
I can move, barely, my arms clumsy, my head still spinning, and my brain, so much faster than this hunk of meat, even as it tries to figure out how bad it is and what I've got to do can't help but flickering back to another image from my personal Tarot, let's call it The Traitor: nerves along my arms and legs and back, winking dimly, the fatty myelin sclerotic with burns and scars and angry black and red rashes spreading like cancer down the sparking, misfiring chain. Me, eating myself.
Stop it, Nixon. (I haven't thought of myself by any other name in years.) Snap the fuck out of it. I'm sitting there, naked (hey, I was trying to get laid, okay?), and I have to pull myself together, get some of this unnecessary shit unhooked. I pull the feedback trodes off my cock and my groin and I nearly fall over when I reach down for a pair of shorts and my feet tremble, more heat shooting through my nerves and flashing painfully in my joints, as I try to pull them on. Fuck clothing, Nixon. Try to get the system back up and see where you are, you're blind here without a hookup.
The system's coming back online. By itself. My big cinematic display, my workscreens, my chat and email screen, the goggles, even, filling with my face. The face that caught my eye, that turned me on so much I stole it from a group photo found on a corporate website a couple of years ago when I first wrote this ultimate fuck-me desc and started wearing it to the Glit. Which I'm starting to figure out is her face, really.
Fuck. This isn't suits and lawyers. This is personal.
"You don't know me," she's saying, and the voice is lovely through the earbeads and the speakers and the clear crystal woofers and it's perfectly modulated and it's there, right there in the room with me, the voice I stole and shifted slightly to make it a better fit for me. "You have no idea who I am, or what I do, and you took me anyway, and you had fun with me. My face. My body. Putting it on to fuck around with. I've hacked your system, I've crashed your files, I've got your number and I've got a couple of goons with very big guns coming to finish the job. You think you're such a bigshot? Nobody even gives a fuck about you and your friends and your little snotty games. You had to piss me off personally to get me to notice you, and I reached out and killed you without even breaking a sweat. Ta-ta."
And the screens go dead.
::
In my line of work it pays to have a peripatetic lifestyle. With my condition, that's difficult, at best.
I manage to get myself out of the chair and pull on some shorts and a T-shirt and sit there, on the floor, shivering. I have a rather unique perspective on the old Cartesian duality, my traitorous nerves wracked with multiple scleroses, unable to keep up with my flying brain, but it's never been this bad before. My mind is flying so quickly through all the possible outcomes that even I can't keep up, and all my body can do is shiver and run a hand through my hair over and over until I notice it's coming out in my fingers and I stop.
God.
I'm going to die.
So it's a miracle I don't piss myself when the door thuds open, and there she stands. Not Sheila. If that really is her name. Not her as-yet unseen goons.
The frump. From the Glit. In a black pleather jumpsuit and night vision goggles and her hair pulled back in a tight, no-nonsense braid and one of those Belgian bullpups with the helical magazine in her hands, the kind that spits spent shells like a hailstorm when it's going full-bore.
She blinks at me, and pulls her goggles off. "Nixon?"
"What?" I manage to say.
"Nixon Rising?" she says.
"What the fuck?" I say.
"Sorry," she's saying. "You don't look like I was expecting."
I guess fortyish, plump and balding isn't quite up to my online glamor.
"You were expecting a girl, maybe?" Thank God I still had the nerve for the bitter, acerbic comeback.
"You want to live?" she snaps back. A sensible question under the circumstances.
::
So down the stairs we go and out of the flea-trap apartment complex that's itself worth maybe as much as the equipment and code I'm leaving behind, never to see again, and I'm stumbling after her, and I nearly trip and fall down the stairs. This relapse is bad, and is going to get worse, and I'm starting to wonder if maybe she's got a collapsible wheelchair somewhere in her paramilitary getup. There's a van outside, as nondescript as an old blank white van can be, in the parking lot of this squalid little complex under the pink and orange sodium vapor lights, and she has to help me into it. "Are you okay?" she's saying. "Did they tag you with something? Some kind of feedback ice?"
"Who the hell are you?" I ask.
"Later," she says. There's a guy behind the wheel of the van, moony-eyed, a ratty beard over most of his face. I just have time to register the ancient Earth First! bumper sticker pasted to the dashboard before my eyes drop shut under an inexorable weight.
"Viva la revolucion," I mutter. And I'm out for a while, again.
Thirty-seven hours of coding and nearly getting laid and then getting screwed will do that to you, you know.
::
My head is in her lap when I come to, and I'm just starting to figure out how bad this is. I start to shiver.
"Shh," she's saying, above me. "Shh. What's wrong. What's wrong."
"Fuck," I say, "you. Okay? What's wrong. Fuck."
"You're Nixon, right?" the guy is yelling from up front. The van is rumbling somewhere into the night and the engine is loud and I yell back, "Fuck, yes, I'm fucking Nixon!" and then start coughing.
"What's wrong?" she's asking me, again. "Are you sick?"
"I heard she's got cancer. I mean, he's got cancer," the guy yells from the front, trying to be helpful.
"It's not cancer," I tell her. "It's MS. And I think I'm swinging into a relapse. And I have no idea how bad it's going to get. And even when it's good, it's bad. And I've just lost the stuff that makes this pathetic existence bearable, okay?" And even though I didn't raise my voice, the force with which I spit it out is enough to set me coughing again.
"It's just a computer," she's saying.
"Fuck that," I snarl. I try to sit up and she lets me, reluctantly. "Fuck that. It was a fine-tuned VR hookup tailored to me, okay? And it's more than that. Much more. If this Sheila hacked my desc and compromised the Glit, she's got all my files, too. Everything. All of it that I've spent the past fifteen years building and designing and coding, all gone."
"There's a lot in the net," she's saying, trying to be helpful.
"Not the personal stuff," I say.
"Shh," she's saying. "Shh." She reaches up to touch me and I jerk away and my nerves flare and fire through the tiny, tiny scars and my muscles spasm and I fall to the floor of the van and lie there, feeling the wheels hum against the pavement, so far below. She tries to pull me up and then sits down beside me when I don't let her. She's pulled off a lot of the gear, her gloves, her goggles, the gun's gone somewhere, and thank God it never went off. The skin of her fingers is cool on my skin, and I don't care if it feels more real than the VR feedback, I don't. What's real? I like my mind better. God. I'm trapped. I'm stuck, forever, in this traitorous body. If she found me, she found my credit, my money, the Glit's closed to me forever now, too. All my contacts, gone. All my work, and all my potential work. I could slave away at a menial job, sure. Something suitable to my physical capabilities. Maybe apply for one of those state healthcare pensions for disability and if I'm still alive when they process the paperwork I can maybe save up and afford a minimal VR rig by the time the next century rolls around.
Fuck. I think I'm crying. She's stroking me, rubbing my shoulders, trying to get me to relax. "It's not that bad," she's saying. "It isn't."
"Shows what the fuck you know," I snap. "I'm trapped. I'm fucked. I'm screwed. I'm left inside this lump of meat that's eating itself from the inside-out and I can't run away from it, ever." That's what I try to say, anyway. I'm choking on the words, my throat hoarse, rubbed raw as I sob.
"Shh," she's saying. "It's not that bad. It isn't." And she kisses my forehead, and she kisses my cheek. Her mouth isn't as perfect as it was in the Glit. I can feel the little kernels of skin where her lips are chapped rubbing against my skin, and even as all of this is happening I try to file that sensation away, remember it for the next time I code a desc, and then I remember I can't, not ever again, and it all whirls away once more.
She's kissing my lips. Her lips are still dry, but she pulls away, and she licks them, and she kisses my lips again.
Maybe she is just a crazed otaku who wants to bag the one, the only Nixon in the flesh. What a disappointment for her.
"It's okay," she's saying.
"Sascha?" the guy up front says.
"Shut up, Roary," she snaps.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Just be quiet," she says, not as gently as perhaps she intends.
"Why me?" I ask.
"Because," she says. "We knew you were in trouble. And you can help us. With our work."
I don't even ask what that is. Her hand is stroking my leg.
"What," I'm saying.
"Flesh," she says, "isn't all that bad."
"You don't understand," I'm saying. "The MS - it fucks me up - normal sexual response, it just doesn't -" What am I blithering? I'm in the back of a van with what might be a couple of crazed paramilitary environmentalist off-the-grid whackos and she's coming on to me and I'm lecturing her about MS and maybe it was the coitus so rudely interruptus, but damned if I'm not responding, my traitorous body betraying me once again, my shorts tenting.
"See?" she says."Nixon's risen."
"If you think you're the first to ever make that joke," I say. God. I haven't felt quite like this in, well, a long time. A flash of pain shoots through my joints, nerves flaring through thinning myelin fat, creaking with the effort, but it enhances things, somehow, and doesn't take away.
Her hand is in my shorts now, and her fingers are on me.
"I had a fantasy," she's saying, "about doing Nixon Rising."
"Fantasies are very different from real life," I say. Christ. Is this really happening? So it would seem.
"Can you," she says, and she kisses me again, "unzip me?"
My fingers are numb, but they manage.
"Oh, fuck, Sascha," Roary's saying. "Not again."
This is crazy and it's insane and it makes no sense and it's utterly, utterly necessary, and somehow she knows it as much as I do. Her body is soft and pale in the dim van, softer than I'd expect for a crazed paramilitary environmentalist whacko. Somehow I'd thought they'd be doing more calisthenics or something, up in the redwoods. Of course, she was wearing that T-shirt in the Glit; my memory's remembering that it's "DeCSS," not "dex," and it was one of the first skirmishes we the people lost against them the corporations. And she has access to the Glit in the first place. Things are more complex than they appear, but that's for the rational brain to sort out later. Right now there's a very simple problem of leverage and geometry to solve, but first, she hisses and says, "I'm not ready, not yet."
"Are you ready at all?" I ask her. Am I?
"Can you," she asks, and I can, and she's kneeling over me, I'm lying on my back in a van roaring down a highway who knows where and I'm tentatively nibbling at her, my lips oddly numb, my tongue clumsy but wet, and she opens above me and sighs and her hand finds mine and squeezes it, tightly, and I'm remembering the taste of the desc I wrote, the desc Sheila hacked, the salt and the tang of it, and the sweet, and Sascha smells of pleather and metal and oil and she's pissed recently and I can taste that, even and there's a bit of toilet paper stuck there that I just managed to work out with my numb, clumsy lips and I'm obscurely proud. And she's murmuring above me, "Oh, oh yes, attagirl, attagirl."
She doesn't come, but that isn't the point. Sometime later she lifts herself from me, and before I can raise my hand to wipe my mouth she kisses it, and kisses it some more, licking herself up. She doesn't wear lipstick. She probably never has.
"Are you guys done back there?" yells Roary, his voice oddly distant.
Nope.
I'm somehow by some miracle still hard. No feedback circuits to feed back, no nerve simulations to make up for my faulty wiring, and I'm so used to feeling a cunt down there, or the eidolon of a cunt, the symbol, the imago, that it's something of a shock when she pulls my shorts aside to reveal a yang instead of a yin. And it's more of a shock to slide inside her, to feel her around me, surrounding me, warm and wet and there, so very there. Nerves flare and fire and I don't care, it's hot, it hurts and I don't care, I can't do much of anything but that doesn't matter as she rides me, gently, and her kisses cool my burning, fevered skin. And I don't care. There's a red-hot barb stuck through the head of my cock and it's pulling and pulling and when it finally comes free I think I shout and maybe I even pass out a little and I don't fucking care.
She's still naked, later, lying in the back of the van with me, and there's a ratty blanket that smells of old sweat over us. It's gotten colder.
"I don't know," she says. "Being in the field like this, running an op; it always turns me on." And she chuckles.
I think she's as embarrassed about it as I am.
Yes, it's a revolution. No, I'm not going to tell you where I am. Nixon Rising is still alive; the rumors of my death and destruction have been greatly exaggerated. I've just gone underground.
I try to tell them I won't help them. I try to tell them about how stupid fighting back like this is. You can't beat city hall, incorporated; you can just sniff around the foundations and make off with crumbs of cheese, here and there. I try to tell them how short their life expectancies are. And they laugh and ask me stuff and I show them how it's done anyway.
I don't go live online much anymore. Their VR rigs are crude and can't compensate for me and it hurts too much. And anyway, what's the point? The Glit's cut off to me. My whole world is gone. All of them, Solitaire and Cliff and Tucker and Pokey Goddamn Jones and even Turk and Tenderloin, whom I can't bring myself to hate. They kept themselves alive, I'm sure, and I know, somehow, it was worth it. The sum is greater than any one of its parts.
Sascha will hold me, from time to time. She's good when it gets bad. We fuck, too, from time to time; rather, for the most part, she fucks me. And it may be more real and there may be more, much more than I ever managed to code in any smutty desc I ever wrote, so much more, but it's so much less, too.
It's getting worse. There's medicine, I know. I was taking some of it. But we're limited, out here in the woods.
So I lie back and sometimes her hands are enough to build something and sometimes they aren't, but when they are she will ride me. And she murmurs "Attagirl," when I come.
It isn't much, but somehow, it's enough. | null | (Doom Patrol no. 34) | Authors/nickurfe/silkanda.txt |
128,057 | Katzmarek | The Russian Girl (Part 8) | You know, one drawback of having a convertible sports car is that you can't put it through a car wash. Not unless you want it full of water or the rag-top ruined. That means I have to wash it by hand, in my driveway. It's not such a big deal, I love nice cars and I don't mind fussing over them.
So I'm polishing the Audi when the removal truck pulls up next door. The house is owned by a big bank, who rents it to employees on transfer. It's a modest little home set on the side of the canyon that's upper Redwood Valley. (Not Redwoods, near San Francisco)
As the valley winds up towards the foothills, it gets narrower and the homes more isolated. It's well forested, but not with Redwoods, mostly Norfolk pine. I have just under an acre of land, about half in trees. It kind of curls around the neighboring property in a rough L shape, so my boundary extends around two sides of the neighbor's property.
Anyway, a Cherokee pulls up behind the truck and a family gets out. The guy looks to be in his forties. He's a large man with receding hair, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a baseball cap. What got me were his floppy shorts and thongs on his feet. He looked like he's at the beach.
His wife is smaller than him, with an ample bust and big bottom. Her shorts just emphasized the dimensions. She has on a big hat and sunglasses.
The daughter looks to be about 13 or so. Flat-chested, and a little podgy, like many young teenage girls when the hormones start flowing. Like her mother, she has straight black hair tied back in a long ponytail.
I've got a job doing folio work for a model agency. They want some outdoor-pool shots, so I suggest my place. I've had a steady stream of young hopefuls traipse up, usually with their mothers in tow. It's frustrating working with the damned parents there. They can't help interfering, and I feel self-conscious posing the girls with a mother scrutinizing every move. The last girl's mother had got her to look up just as I hit the trigger of the Mavica. The motor-drive rolled off a dozen shots of the girl squinting into the sun.
I've had a hard morning, but I've got a couple of hours before the next girl. A chance to distance myself from work and the Shellys and Kerri-Anns.
It takes the movers an hour to unload all the furniture. The guy's obviously an organizing type and harasses the men with advice and instructions. If I was them, I'd dump the stuff on the sidewalk. I have new respect for the patience of the American working man.
At last, it's all quiet. Just in time for Cassidy. She comes alone, which is a blessing. She does everything I tell her to, and we fly through the shoot. She's a cute 16-year-old with rich auburn locks and a pretty face. I think of inviting her into my bed for an hour afterwards, but that wouldn't be a good idea.
The bell rings about five in the afternoon. It's the new neighbors. The guy introduces himself as John Bauer from Bismarck, North Dakota, while vigorously pumping my hand. His wife's name's Janine, and daughter Christine. John does most of the talking.
"It's sure good to meet you folks, Mr. Bashoff. Your wife's not at home?"
"I'm not married, John. Call me Eric." I try to be neighborly.
"Wow, it's sure a big house for 1 person. What do you do for a living? I'm a bank manager, got myself a branch downtown." John could sure talk.
"Um," I hesitate, "I'm a photographer, film director, and now a talent manager. Can I fix you folks a fresh OJ?"
"Most neighborly of you.... Eric. Film director you say, Janine? You hear that? We're living next to a Hollywood director, fancy that."
"What films have you made, Mr. Bashoff?" Janine asks, clearly impressed.
I tell them that I'm not in Hollywood but I work in independent films as an assistant director. I tell them I'm working for a modeling agency and tell them about Lina, the rising starlet. I neglect to mention she's my girlfriend too or that I've spent 10 years making porn movies as Eric Adam Productions.
"Sure's a pity there's no Mrs. Bashoff, Eric, Janine wanted to meet the neighborhood women, you're our only neighbors."
I tell them that this end of the valley wasn't really that kind of place. The houses up here were generally owned by professional types where the women worked, and there was no-one home during the day. I work odd hours, so I'm in and out myself. I suggested she could meet other parents through Christine's school.
I thought it's going to be tough for Janine being dumped in this kind of neighborhood during the day. They only had one car, and in any case, she'd never learned to drive. I felt sorry for her. I suggested she was always welcome to come over for a coffee if she felt lonely and, even use the pool.
I felt she was a little despondent when they left. But she agreed to visit once in a while. I didn't expect her, though.
Meanwhile, Lina's fitting in well at high school. Her and Kelly are best friends, although they haven't repeated the episode at the Professor's. Lina feels in the way when Kelly and Simon go out together, so Simon suggested they should double-date with his friend Jordan. Jordan had recently split up from his girlfriend, and Simon thought that he needed some female company to take his mind off it.
It was understood that Lina had a boyfriend and she wasn't looking, but, being at a loose end during the week, she'd appreciate the company too.
Jordan was okay looking, but a bit quiet for Lina's taste. It was obvious he was hoping to get back with his old girlfriend, even though she was now dating someone else. At least he gave Lina someone to distract her at the movies while Kelly and Simon were kissing and cuddling.
The first couple of 'dates' hardly set the world alight. Jordan sometimes talked distractedly to her, but mostly moped around. Lina wanted to cheer him up but really didn't know how.
One day they decide to go swimming. Lina chose her skimpy little two-piece, Kelly something a little more modest, because of her bigger boobs. Lina, Simon and Kelly cavort in the pool at Kelly's, while Jordan lounges about on a deck-chair. Lina decides to sunbathe for a while, mostly to leave the young lovers alone for a while. The sun's hot, and she was prone to burn, so she asks Jordan to put suntan lotion on her back.
Lina feels that, at last, Jordan notices her as a woman, for he's giving her little side-long glances. She saw him turn on to his stomach, 'perhaps he's hard', she thought.
Jordan reluctantly agrees to apply the lotion. His hands are soft on her back. He starts with her shoulders and arms and works his way down her back. Lina looks away towards the pool and sees Kelly and Simon grinning at them. Lina can sense Jordan's breathing quicken as he makes his way down to her briefs.
'Now if this was Eric, his hands would be on my ass now,' she thought with a chuckle.
However, Jordan bypasses her bottom and smoothes the lotion down her legs. Lina knows she can do her own legs, but she quite likes the touch of Jordan's hands.
"There," says Jordan, a little croaky. "All done."
"You have nice hands," Lina tells him, "I think that your girlfriend was a fool to dump you."
"Th... thanks," he says.
"Would you like me to do your back?" Lina asks.
"Sure.....I guess." He replies.
Lina sees Kelly and her boyfriend slip into the house, hand in hand. She feels a little horny when she thinks about what they're going to be doing.
Lina begins slowly running her hands over Jordan's back. Slowly AND sensually. She's certain that Jordan is getting turned on. His ass is shifting position a little as he's trying to keep his erection under control. All that does is increase the friction.
Lina notices the movement and asks innocently, "Are you uncomfortable?"
He doesn't answer."Jordan? Are you alright?"
"Um... yeah," he says.
"You have a nice body, Jordan. Your skin is so smooth," purrs Lina.
"Thanks... your hands are nice."
"Jordan," says Lina as her hands caress the tops of Jordan's thighs, "do you like me?"
"Sure," he says, swallowing.
"Do you like my... body?" Lina asks.
"Sure... um... why?"
"Because I think you are... turned on."
"S... sorry," he replies.
"It's okay... um... do you want me to... look after it for you?"
"What?" Jordan is startled at the question.
"I will... look after your... thing... if you like. Does that offend you?"
"No... I mean... well... what about your boyfriend?" he asks.
"Eric? It's okay... he does other women. I know, he tells me."
"Don't you get jealous?" he asks, incredulous.
"Of course not. Eric and I are in love, we are... special. No one makes me feel the way Eric does. But we... I mean... it doesn't stop us having fun... with other people," Lina explains.
"Wow," Jordan says, gaping.
"So!... do you want to... have fun?" Lina asks, giggling.
"Okay... sure... if you want," Jordan replies.
Meanwhile, inside the house, Kelly has a mouthful of Simon's big tool. He's laying back on Kelly's bed with a wide grin. Kelly gets off it and looks at her boyfriend.
"What's that cat-grin for?" she's smiling.
"I just like what you're doing."
"Yeah?" she says, laying down next to Simon. Her hand slowly pumps him. "Wouldn't you prefer beautiful blonde Lina?" she asks, teasing.
"Why not both?" he replies, laughing, "Maybe when she's through with Jordan." Their mouths seek each other and work together for a long passionate kiss.
When they finally break apart, Simon asks, while stimulating Kelly's puffy brown nipple with his thumb, "Do you suppose she's got through to him?"
"Who?"
"Jordan."
"Well, if she can't, it's a lost cause," she replies, pulling his hand down to her hairy, moist, pussy. "C'mon, let's fuck, we haven't much time before mom gets home."
Kelly straddles her boyfriend and rubs the knob of his cock up and down her slit. She eases herself onto him, closing her eyes and pursing her lips.
"Oooosh... mmm," sighs Kelly as she rises and falls atop of him. Simon traps her breasts in his hands and kneads them, feeling the weight of them and marveling at her stiff nipples.
Outside by the pool, Lina has crawled up next to Jordan. His briefs are down to his knees, and she has his rigid cock in her hand. Jordan has her top off and is feasting on her tits, caressing them with his hands and sucking her turgid nipples into his mouth. Lina has trapped his leg between her own and is enjoying the pressure on her pussy.
"Will you put it in your mouth again?" he asks, breathless.
Lina scoots down and wraps her lips around his cock.
"God! That feels good," sighs Jordan. "Easy! I don't want to come yet." In response, Lina slows down her stroking.
"You have a nice one... not too big... don't like them too big..." says Lina between slurps.
Lina gets up and straddles him, sitting on his cock as it lays along his stomach. She wriggles her cute ass and leans forward so Jordan can play with her tits.
"I can't fuck you, Jordan, but maybe if I rub you this way... it'll be okay?"
"Sure," Jordan croaks. He's as hard as a rock, and anyway's fine with him.
She pulls the gusset of her briefs aside and spreads pussy-juice all over Jordan's hard prick. She then rubs herself faster and faster up and down his cock. Jordan puts his hands around Lina's ass as it undulates against him. His eyes close as he strains to control himself. Lina puts a finger on her little bud and starts to frig herself furiously.
"Oh god... here I come..." Jordan says as his piece of meat pulses his sticky sperm all over his stomach and chest. Lina is a little bit behind him, rubbing herself to a climax a couple of minutes afterwards.
Inside, Kelly is coming on top of Simon's outsized member. The feeling of his dick shuddering inside her continues the sensations for her.
"I love you," she says, laying on his heaving chest. "You're a great fuck."
"Better than Lina's tongue?" He teases.
"It wasn't her tongue," Kelly responds, "She just helped with the vibrator."
"And helped herself to your tits?" Kelly blushes deep red.
"So?" she challenges, "you weren't around."
"Boy! I'd love to have been invited." Kelly hits him with a pillow, and they collapse laughing.
Back in LA, I was wrong about Janine Bauer. After a couple of days, the boredom got to her, and she appeared at my door with some apfelkuchen (German apple cake). I had a busy day with about 5 appointments, but I didn't have the heart to send her off. Instead, I hit on a brilliant idea. I asked her if she could host the mothers and keep them out of my hair. She readily agreed.
She was great! This was her element, round the coffee cups, plying them with home baking, while I snapped the girls uninterrupted. Between shoots, we chatted about our lives. She was actually a good, intelligent conversationalist, though a little parochial in outlook.
As a kind of thank you, I suggest I take a portrait of her by the pool. Surprisingly, she's up for it. Now, she's no picture postcard, but she has a pleasant enough face. I always use a bit of stage makeup on the face, a spill over from video, which tends to wash out people's color. With digital, you can play around with skin-tone and background on the computer, of course, but I always prefer to work from dark to light.
I get her to put a bit of base No.5 on her face, and I touch-up with a bit of blush and eyeliner. That means I'm having to bend down over her face. She's a bit shy about me being so close, and I smile reassuringly. I'm, after all, a professional!
All set, and I do a few three-quarter shots. She has a nice smile, and I get a few good ones I can use. Next, I do a few with her standing in various poses, and the last, I try and get her to clown around a bit. I'm looking for the split-second candid expression which can make all the difference.
Afterwards, I invite her into my processing room to download the stuff we had. On the walls is an array of shots of the models I've been working on, plus a few of Lina. I hang them there for a couple of days or so to see which ones grow on me. Janine looks around the photos while I download the camera.
She comes across some topless ones I took a while back.
"Oh my," she says, "You take these sort of pictures?"
"I do whatever the agency, and the girl wants," I say.
"Goodness, I wish I had a body like that. To take a picture of my boobs, you'd need a wide-angle lens," she laughs.
"You want to be slimmer, I make you slimmer." I have her pictures up on the screen and by hitting the 'down' key, I can shrink her outline. "Maybe you want to be bigger," I say, hitting the 'up' key. Her body balloons out on the screen, and she's shrieking with laughter.
We play around like that for a while until I get down to serious business. She pulls up a chair close alongside while we pick out the images we like the best. Once we've settled on a few, I clean it up a little by adjusting the light and shade, and laser it out on stiff card. A quick trim, on with the film-seal, then I put it in the press to be laminated.
Soon, she has about three good laser prints of herself, all professionally mounted. She's delighted and throws her arms around me in a hug. She then plants a kiss on my cheek before going home.
I can still feel the indents she's made in my chest with her big, squashy tits. She sure had a powerful hug too, nearly squeezed the air out of me.
Saturday, and Lina is coming down from Anaheim with two of her friends, Kelly and Simon. Simon has his license and an old Mercury.
Janine and her daughter, Christine, come over in the morning. Apparently, John is away in San Francisco for the weekend, and she wonders if they could hang out here. I don't like her husband. Who dumps his family in a strange city without transport or friends, while they spend most of the time away? I pride myself on getting along with most people, to be able to put anyone at their ease, but this guy is hard to like.
Anyway, I agree they can stick around. They're wearing their togs, so they head out for the pool. Shortly before twelve, the rumble of a V8 echoes up the canyon, and Simon's yellow Mercury comes into view. They descend on the house in a welter of chatter and noise.
Hugs and kisses all round, I introduce them to Janine and Christine. Then it's frolic time for the teenagers as they all leap into the pool.
There's much splashing and drowning of each other. Janine busies herself for a while, fixing sodas, OJ's, and little snacks. After a while, she takes to a deck chair and just watches.
"Are you not going for a swim?" I ask.
"I don't think so... I'm a bit too old for this..." indicating the splashing teenagers.
"Rubbish," I say, "You're maybe a year or two older than me... and I'm not too old."
"Yes... well, it's different for men... very different," she's almost in tears, "I... I... think I'll leave you to it... I have some things to do anyway." She gets up and heads for the gate.
Catching her up, I tell her, "don't go, Janine, stay and have some fun." She has her head turned away, but she's obviously crying.
"What's the matter?" I turn her to face me, hands on shoulders.
"Your girlfriend's... she's very nice... very young... I wish I had a body like her."
"Hey!" I say, "cut that bullshit!.. beauty's in the mind, the personality. That's what I do when I photograph those girls, I look for the personality, the inner sexiness. Otherwise, I might as well photograph wax dummies... they'd be less trouble anyway."
"Ho!" she scoffs, "You're a good liar, Eric, but a nice man. Go back to your slim little personalities, I'll be alright." She then brings her face close to mine and pulls me into a soft kiss. A kiss which lingers as her moist mouth opens and sucks at my tongue. Her face inclines to the side, her hand encircles my head, and holds me fiercely.Eventually we part, I am stunned. She's smiling at me and says, "Thank you... can you send my daughter home at 5 for dinner." And then she was gone. | null | Part 8 | Authors/katzmarek/The Russian Girl 08.txt |
128,137 | KATZMAREK | RHYKOV (Part 1) | Yuri Feodorovich Shapalev was born "somewhere beyond the Urals" in Western Siberia. He was uncertain of the year, but must have been in the 1890s. One of a large family, he was always vague about the number of his siblings, but he thought about nine.
He did recall, though, that his parents had been political exiles and either chose to remove themselves from police repression or had been ordered out of Europe by the secret police, the OKRANA. In a dreary, cold and windswept wasteland, his parents had continued to breed.
But he barely remembered them because he'd been given away to another family when he was only three. That family had wandered from place to place, seeking work laboring on farms or working in mines.
His new family, he recalled, were illiterate, stoic and emotionally distant. He didn't remember getting hugs or presents on his birthday. He did remember, though, the back-breaking toil in fields since he could barely stand upright. The whole family, apparently, had a collective responsibility to survive. Education was in the fields, the wild climate and the lawlessness of frontier towns.
He was barely a youth when the labor convulsions of 1905 broke out. It had little effect on their lives, but it was about that time when he decided to strike out on his own.
He was a valuable member of the family's labor force, however, and they would've locked him up if they knew his plans. He went out into the Siberian winter, he said, 'to take a leak,' and never came back.
If Yuri knew little else, he did know how to survive in a harsh climate. He became a hunter, vagabond and thief, like so many of his contemporaries. He knew that 'West' meant the wealth and opportunities of European Russia. There, he'd known from an early age, was where factory work could be obtained or employment in the Army. 'West' meant pretty girls who were compliant and accommodating. 'West,' particularly the Caucasus, meant warm summer days and the sun-drenched shore of the Black Sea. This was the stuff of legend, of folk tales told around the campfire when the night was dark and the freezing wind drove the blizzards down from the Arctic.
Ekaterinburg had been founded in 1723 in the reign of Peter the Great. It was named after his wife, Saint Catherine, later Empress Catherine the Great. Then it had been an administrative centre, founded by one Tatischev and Peter's Proconsol for the Ural Region. Later, however, when mines were opened up in the Urals, Ekaterinburg grew in importance. Then came the Trans-Siberian Railway.
Vostochnaya Station was a busy complex in 1905. Ore trains banged and crashed in the railyards, and throngs of people looking for work jostled outside and in the station's great hall. It was the city's de facto employment centre, and as such, one wall of the hall was cluttered with notices for work.
Yuri pushed among the crowds. Illiterate, the notices on the wall made no sense to him. Naturally reticent, he found it hard to ask questions. Besides, although he'd have been reluctant to admit it, the sheer number of people in the hall intimidated him. He hung about on the fringe of the crowd, confused and growing despondent. He hadn't allowed for this in his mind, the sheer weight of humanity. He'd never seen so many people in his life.
"You lost, lad?" he heard a voice behind him. Yuri was instantly on alert, hoping the voice would pass by or be talking to someone else. "Tovaritch! You, lad," the voice continued. His tone had a commanding, almost a stentorian tone like a policeman or an official. Yuri looked for an escape route. Cops meant trouble, and there was a lot of trouble following him from the East, he was sure. A hand clamped on his shoulder. Yuri spun around ready for a fight but was confronted by a man of truly enormous proportions.
Yuri, already a good 6 feet in height, looked upwards to the man's face. He was dressed in a long, grey, greatcoat and fur hat. The bearskin featured a silver badge with a twin-eagle crest and crossed rifles. A gold sash hung about his enormous waist, and a dress sword hung from it. On his feet, he wore high boots into which was tucked his grey trousers with a broad red stripe down the outside of each leg. "You're a fine, strong lad," the man continued, "d'you fancy the life of a Guardsman?"
Yuri was dumbstruck, both by the man's intimidating appearance as well as his request. "What's your name, lad?" the man asked.
"Yuri," he replied, his voice lowered and not just a little frightened.
"Looking for work?" the man asked. Yuri nodded. "Well, what do you say? No finer life than the army... good pay, good food and lodging, girls, eh? You in trouble with the police?" Yuri's face blanched guiltily. "No worry," the man went on, "you'll have a whole regiment to protect you, eh? You behave yourself in the army and you'll have no trouble."
The man promised Yuri renewal and a clean start. This was a chance to forget about his old life, an opportunity to live an honest existence free from the insecurity of the road. He'd hardly said a word before the man took him by the arm and led him out of the station. He walked down boulevards teeming with humanity before being steered into an office on Tsarskoye Street.
"Last name?" asked the man behind the desk. To Yuri, his surname was a distant memory, a name he'd foresworn for the comfort of anonymity. He hesitated and scratched his head. "Ok," the man smiled knowingly, "here, sign this, Private Rhykov!"
"Private, who?" he asked, confused.
"The name of my cousin's lifelong friend. He was killed on active service, so I don't suppose he needs it anymore... sign!" Yuri shook his head. The recruiter smiled and signed for him. He was now in the army.
Private Rhykov was a natural when it came to soldiering. He was tall and strong, and rigid discipline came easy to him. The army looked after him, clothed and fed him, educated and gave him comfortable quarters. In return, he gave them unquestioning loyalty. From where he'd come from, with minimal expectations of life and from people, the army gave him a life with respect.
His initial term of enlistment was for 12 years. When the Great War burst onto the Russian people, Rhykov was a 'Sub-Proporshchik' in the 2nd Foot Guards 'Alexandra Imperatrix,' one of the most prestigious infantry regiments in Imperial Russia. The old-fashioned rank of 'Sub-Proporschik,' or senior NCO, indicated how much tradition suffused the ranks of the Guard Regiments. They were hand-picked; only the tallest, the best and the most impressive infantrymen became Guardsmen. In theory, they were charged with the preservation of the Imperial family. As such, the 2nd Guards' honorary Colonel, or 'Polkovnik,' was none other than the Tsarina Alexandra herself.
Rhykov took seriously his oath of loyalty to the Romanovs. In 1914, he was fully prepared to die in the service of the Tsar and his family. Such a death ensured his instant salvation and fast track to Paradise in the eyes of the Russian Orthodox Church. Rhykov had never questioned that in his nearly 10 years of military service.
But the abdication of the Tsar, the Revolution, and the rise to power of the Bolsheviks came at a time when Rhykov's term of enlistment was up. His regiment had all but ceased to exist, the Officers fled, and the enlisted men split between the Whites and the Reds. He had no idea what he was to do.
The Barracks in Petrograd were known locally as the 'Preobash.' In October 1917 (Old Style calendar), it was home to groups of despondent and disoriented former Imperial Guardsmen. Their Officers had already fled Petrograd, and Konstantin Yerenev's Red Guards had them besieged. Barricades had been set up outside in the street, and nearby buildings bristled with snipers.
But it was a very porous blockade, and many Guardsmen had already escaped, to go home, join the Bolsheviks or 'go South' with their Officers. Rhykov had taken control of the remainder, some 200 soldiers, as senior Noncom.
There was little ammunition, and food was getting scarce. The walls of the barracks were made from forbidding brick and were virtually impregnable to assault by storm. The Red Guards seemed unwilling to shed their own blood, and the besieged had nowhere to go. It was a hopeless standoff, and they all knew it. After a few days, a little party approached the main gate carrying a white flag. It was led by a man named Comrade Vladimir Antonov-Ovseenko.
Ovseenko was a Ukrainian, and a former 'Internationalist Menshevik' who'd gone over to the Bolsheviks in May 1917. He was from the elite, an Officers' family, and he'd commanded some of the Red Guard detachments who'd stormed the Winter palace in October.By November 1917, he already held a senior position in the Bolshevik Defence Committee, 'Sovnarkom.' Later, as a firm friend of Leon Trotsky, he was to end his life in the Stalinist purge of 1938.
Rhykov greeted the Bolshevik in the atrium of the barracks. He wore his dress uniform and sword, deliberately provoking the Red with the Tsarist crest on his busby. For Rhykov, all he had left was loyalty to a cause which no longer existed. Ovseenko, however, oozed charm and diplomacy, 'he fully understood the soldier's dilemma,' he maintained.
"But the Working Class needs men like you," he insisted, "to defend their freedom."
What impressed Rhykov more, however, was not Ovseenko's words but the fact that he was a military man like himself. Ovseenko carried himself like an Officer, was familiar with a soldier's way of speaking. So when he offered Rhykov a commission as 'Kombat' and a Battalion of Red Guards, in fact most of his own men, he readily accepted. 'Reinforcements were needed in the South,' Ovseenko explained, so Rhykov led his troops South, into the Ukraine.
In Novocherkassk, General Alexeev had been joined by Kornilov and the Don Cossack Army to form the White Volunteer Army, the 'Dobrovocheskaya Armiya.' They took Rostov, then stormed into the Southern Ukraine, scattering the weak Red Forces before them.
When Rhykov's Battalion arrived, the Ukraine was in an uproar. The Anarchist 'Black Guard,' or 'Machnovistas,' had made common cause with the Socialist Revolutionaries and held various towns to the South of Kiev. They were fighting brigades of Ukrainian Nationalists, who were being supplied by the German Army. The Anarchist/SR group had yet to commit to the Bolshevik cause, and Ovseenko had been ordered by Sovnarkom to negotiate. The Bolshevik policy was to divide and rule; there would be time enough to settle with them later.
Shortly, though, at Brest-Litovsk, representatives of the Ukrainian Nationalist Rada would crash the peace talks and strike their own deal with the Germans. Ukraine would then be occupied by an Austro-German army until the general armistice in November 1918.
Rhykov, however, entered Kiev in late December '17 and took up defensive positions at Vasilkov, on the railway South.
The Battalion had taken their weapons with them from 'Preobash.' As a Guards Unit, they'd been well-supplied with Maxim Machine Guns. Their ill-armed opponents were no match for them and refused to challenge their control of the railway line.
A barricade of logs blocked the line, and nearby huts were reinforced as makeshift pill boxes. Rhykov knew his craft and sited his defences well. Even Ovseenko was impressed and had taken quite a shine to his 'Kombat.' The Kommissar was looking for an experienced man to lead all Red Guard forces in the area, now grouped as a 'Division.' He looked no further than 'Comrade Kombat' Rhykov.
The new 'Comrade Komdiv' Rhykov had achieved a command position unthinkable for an ill-educated peasant soldier in the service of the Tsar. He now had nearly 7000 troops under his authority.
Vasilkov was well-supplied with food, thanks to 'expropriations' from local farms by enthusiastic local Red Guardsmen. The Kiev Soviet had organized the city onto a war footing, drafting legions of industrial workers to build barricades and man defences. To Rhykov's consternation, squads of women volunteers, mostly cloth workers, pitched in with the men and marched around in armed fighting squads. All of them were now under his personal authority.
As the winter ground on, the 'Machnovistas,' short of food supplies, thanks to the deprivations of Red Guard 'taxes,' began small-scale raiding against Bolshevik-held villages. It was a particularly harsh winter, made worse by the disruption to economic activity and shortage of manpower in the fields. Possession of cities like Kiev took on major importance, particularly if they were well-serviced by railways. Food could be brought in from outside; not so the small villages, those held by the 'Machnovistas.'
"Comrade Komdiv, Comrade Komdiv," gasped the breathless Red Guard, "we've captured... thieves..."
Rhykov was annoyed. This was both a discipline and a political problem. Theft of food from the 'proletariat' was a capital offence, punishable by summary execution. But if they were 'Machnovistas,' and he suspected they were, then his orders from Kommissar Ovseenko were to let them go free. This was not out of any humanitarianism, but because Sovnarkom was trying to enlist the 40,000 strong Anarchist forces into the Red Army.
They were a sullen and miserable lot. There were five of them, two women and three men, and they looked at the Komdiv with a mixture of anger and fear. Rhykov noted they were ill-dressed for the cold, a mixture of civilian and military clothing. Their weapons and ammunition belts had been torn from them and lay in a pile in the corner of the hut. A young Guard stood menacingly over them, brandishing a Military Nagant revolver.
Rhykov held little patience for thieves, as it imperiled them all and offended his sense of discipline. But these people were starving, and even his cold heart melted a little at their desperation.
"Feed them," he ordered, "then send them back to their people." The guard looked disappointed and glanced sideways at Rhykov. Common sense had taught him never to question the Komdiv, however, and he scuttled out of the hut to forage some food from the kitchen. "Who are you? Where are you from?" he asked.
The men and one of the women turned their heads away in disgust. Although reprieved, their hatred infected the very air in the hut.
"Olga," said the younger of the women, "from Belo Pole."
"Ah." Rhykov knew Belo Pole was one of the Anarchist towns in the South West part of the Ukraine near the Romanian border. "Are things bad over there?"
The others shot warning glances at Olga, but she ignored them. Nodding, she then lowered her face.
"No food?"
"None... so hungry... I... I don't want to die." Her voice was timid and pathetic. Some more of Rhykov's cold heart melted.
"How old are you?" he asked, curious. Although her face was lined with fatigue, she seemed incredibly young to him.
"16, I am 16 years old this Spring."
"A baby!" he shook his head, "if you have a home you must return to it. You do not belong among this rabble."
"Salvation is in our hands and no one else's. If we want Liberty, we must seize it ourselves."
"True, but whose Liberty are you seizing, starving to death out there? There are other ways of furthering the liberation of the working class."
"Such as?"
"Such as remaining here and joining the Red Army. We have everything we need here, food, clothing..."
"Stolen from the peasants?" grumbled one of the other men.
"'Donated' to the Revolution," Rhykov retorted, smiling. He knew it was bullshit, and so did the Machnovistas. But, he figured, the peasants would follow their food supplies, and that trail led right to the Red Army's recruiters. "So?" Rhykov continued, "starvation or a good job... as my secretary." That addition had been an afterthought. "You read and write?"
"Yes."
"Good. Come, I'll find you some quarters or perhaps you'd like to eat first?"
"Eat."
"Very well. Later, perhaps?"
The girl had nodded uncertainly, but Rhykov was sure she wouldn't refuse. She'd had enough of life out there among the Machnovistas, he could tell, and he was a good judge of people.
Rhykov and the young Anarchist girl got on well together. He found in Olga both an efficient secretary and confidante. Although the army had taught him to read and write, he still found it a struggle. Olga took to dictation like a trouper and faithfully translated his reports into acceptable Russian 'officialese.'
But most of all, she was someone who listened to him without comment. He'd even rave to her about the parlous state of supply and the political machinations of Sovnarkom that left him wondering constantly what was going on. He received signals from Ukrainian Kommissar Ovseenko that were often contradictory and ambiguous, and even lengthy bulletins from War Kommissar Trotsky left him none the wiser.
It was frustrating that he was prevented from advancing against the Machnovistas. He knew their positions were weak, and their fighters in a poor state. It didn't make any sense to wait any longer and risk allowing them to make their positions more secure.
Olga could see the sense in what Rhykov was saying, even if she couldn't agree to him making war on her friends. Instead, she suggested they set up some talks, maybe invite them into Vasilkov. After all, she insisted, they had the same common enemy, the Rada forces and the Volunteer Army. All this was way beyond a Komdiv's authority, however, but he did agree to send a delegation with Olga over to their lines.
The delegation duly returned with the important news that the Anarchists had withdrawn. Further news arrived over the coming days that the Machnovistas had retreated back to their bases along the foothills of the Carpathians. Something was happening, but Rhykov hadn't the foggiest idea what.
With no enemy confronting them, Rhykov ordered the abandonment of the positions at Vasilkov and brought his men to Kiev for winter quarters. Olga and he 'expropriated' some quarters at the former mayor's mansion and hunkered down to await the warmer weather.
The mansion was in the well-to-do Sviatakym suburb of Kiev. The aristocrats had long fled, however, and their fine palaces had been acquired by Red Guards and landless peasants. Much of the fine furniture in these houses went up in smoke as they were fed into the fireplaces to heat these cavernous dwellings.
Boredom was something Rhykov, as a soldier, had long experience at dealing with. First, he arranged his quarters the way he wanted it. Then he repaired his kit and uniform.Lastly, he used his time to draw up plans, anticipate possibilities, and improve his supply lines. The Kiev Division was acquiring the reputation of being one of the best in the region, all thanks to Komdiv Rhykov.
'Komuk to Komdiv Kiev Division'
'This morning, 25th, German and Austrian forces invaded Ukraine and occupied Lwow (Lvov). Bourgeois Ukrainian Rada forces and the Insurrectionary Army of Machno are in league with them.'
"I don't believe it!" Olga exclaimed, "Machno wouldn't join the Germans!" Rhykov shrugged. Politics always left him gasping for air. The Army was so much simpler, 'march here, march there, fight those people, retreat there.' He read through the pages until he found his orders, then handed the rest to Olga. She could make sense of it.
'You are advised to withdraw in good order along the line of the North East Railway as soon as conditions permit. The Kiev Soviet has been asked to expropriate a locomotive and such rolling stock as they can find. You should not make any menacing move against the bourgeois occupying forces and must preserve the Kiev Division for further operations.'
"So you're going to abandon the Ukraine?" Olga asked, accusingly.
"Yep. I heard the German army is moving into Estonia. My bet is Sovnarkom is panicking over a move on Petrograd. That'll be why we're pulling out... concentrating our forces... makes sense."
"Can the Red Army beat the Germans?" Olga asked.
"Nope," Rhykov replied, "we have some good units, sure, but we're still in the middle of organizing. The Germans and Austrians are all crack troops with good Generals and so forth. I can't see how we can get troops and artillery to the fronts in the middle of winter. Half the railways are not working and our boys are scattered around all over the place. Trotsky is correct, retreat is the best option until we can concentrate. Scorch the earth and make them carry their own rations, slow them down."
"What about the peasants, how are they to live?"
"They must pull back with the army."
"In winter? Old women and children?"
"Fuck, Olga, I didn't invite the bastards!"
"I'm sorry, Komdiv Rhykov, I know you would help them if you could."
"I would?" Rhykov asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes. You're not as tough as you make out."
"I'm not?"
"No! You understand... you're from the peasant classes... you have solidarity, I can tell."
"You can? I do? Listen, Olga, I think you have the wrong idea about me. I'm a soldier, I do as I'm ordered. If I have to leave a family of peasants in the snow to die of starvation then I will. My 'feeling' is for the army and my men..."
"You keep repeating that, Komdiv Rhykov, and maybe one day you'll believe it," Olga called back as she left the room.
"I do believe it," he muttered, "I don't need a conscience."
Olga seemed willing to oblige Rhykov in every way, but he'd come to regard her as the young sister he'd never got to know before. Perhaps, it seemed to him, she was almost like a daughter? But she attempted to be his conscience as well, the conscience he always denied he had. He and Kommissar Antonov-Ovseenko understood each other in that regard. Ovseenko would maintain that a conscience diverted a soldier from his class duty. He, Rhykov, however, would claim the same, except he'd leave out the word 'class.'
He'd never had much time for women throughout his life in the military, except as whores as the need arose. 'There were plenty of them,' he chuckled to himself. But he was strangely drawn to this Olga. 'Perhaps it was curiosity,' he mused, 'like some strange animal.' But he was Komdiv and had few people in whom he could confide. 'I mean, really confide,' he thought, 'not just like discussing strategy and tactics with his Kombats.' He could bounce ideas off her and gauge her reaction, and she'd bring a whole new perspective to his mind. 'What about the peasants? Fuck the peasants! They knew how to survive by instinct, they didn't need his help.'
"Olga!" he yelled, "get onto Kommissariat and ask them how many railway wagons they can scrounge?"
"Yes, Komdiv, what for?"
"We may be taking some passengers with us when we retreat."
"Yes, Komdiv, right away!" Olga turned her face away lest he caught her smiling.
Olga Berezkovkaya was Russian by birth, rather than Ukrainian. But the only life she knew was in South Western Ukraine among the foothills of the Carpathian Mountains. Belo Pole had been the hometown of one Nestor Machno, the charismatic leader of the Ukrainian Anarcho-Syndicalist Movement and their Militia, the 'Black Guard.'
The young Olga had grown up in privilege, as a member of the ethnic Russian 'elite.' Her Father, in fact, was the mayor and local Tsarist administrator of the Belo Pole District.
She was twelve when the Great War broke out. Her father was adamant the Tsar would protect them. The family was in Church praying for salvation when the Romanians and their Serbian allies marched in from over the mountains. She remembered the commotion and people running into the Church for sanctuary. She was horrified when armed soldiers stormed in and began dragging people out. Her Father then kissed her and the Priest hid her under the altar. There were shots, and she could hear her Father's voice, and that of the Priest, shouting, pleading. The Priest halted mid-sentence, and Olga heard his body hit the floor near her hiding place.
It was several hours before she summoned the courage to peek out from under the altar. Inside the Church, bodies lay in heaps. Most appeared to have been bludgeoned or bayoneted to death. She knew them all, they were her neighbors. Terrified, she went in search of her parents.
Outside, the streets were deserted, except; on each of the telegraph poles that lined the main street a body hung; and the two poles nearest the church hung those of her Mother and Father.
The next day, advancing Russian soldiers found Olga delirious and near collapse below her parent's bodies. They took her to a house where she was cared for by some Orthodox nuns. The Army then set to the grim task of burying the dead.
She was allowed to attend the funeral of her parents. It was hastily arranged and presided over by the Army Chaplain. The nuns explained that the Romanians killed all the Orthodox Christians in the village and anyone suspected of being Russian. They told her that God had a special punishment devised for those that broke the sanctuary of the Church.
But Olga began to have doubts that God had anything at all to do with what went on. She was a thinker, an artist, who expressed her thoughts onto canvas. In the days following, she withdrew into herself, and sketched.
That was when she met Nestor Makhno and the Black Guard. The Army had pulled out, and she was left in the care of the nuns, who'd somehow survived the onslaught of the Romanians. There was little administration left in the village, and many of the survivors had left with the army. The Anarcho-Syndicalists of the Black Guard then came and filled the void.
Machno was charismatic, driven and idealistic. His force of personality gathered many peasants from the surrounding fields to his Red and Black flag. The young Olga instantly fell for the man, even though he was 27 years old.
Machno, however, seemed to regard her as a daughter. He called her his 'sparrow,' as one would a child. The young Olga resented the word, she wanted to be regarded as a woman. She remained as part of the 'Machnovistas' until encountering the Red Army in December 1917.
By then she'd been involved in many skirmishes with the Anarchists' various enemies. Machno was a player, who formed alliances as the need arose, then broke them when they were no-longer beneficial. The collapse of the Russian Armies in September 1917 left many competing groups in the Ukraine squabbling for control. The Machnovistas joined with the Ukrainian Socialist Revolutionaries and called themselves the 'Greens' for a time. Their enemies were the Nationalists of the Rada, then, but even the Black Guard would form an association with these 'bourgeois forces' when the need arose.
Nestor Machno, then, was pragmatic and shrewd, and he had little interest in the young Olga as a lover. After a year by his side, Olga requested to be sent to a fighting unit. She could no-longer tolerate Nestor's spurning of her affection and his taking of other lovers around her. Perhaps, she thought, that by her death in battle Nestor Machno would finally confess his love for her?
But the misery and privations of that Winter of 1917 all but extinguished her spirit. Rather than wanting to die, she desperately sought a reason to live. That reason turned out to be a Red Army Officer by the name of Rhykov. She instantly knew it the moment he confronted their raiding party in that hut at Vasilkov.
Rhykov was about the same age as Machno. She had a thing for older men, she thought, smiling inwardly. Like Machno, too, he pretended he was this tough guy who cared about nothing but his duty. But Olga knew better, she could see into the hearts of men, she always could, from an early age.
On the front line she'd lost weight and her clothing had hung baggy and shapeless about her form. The Kiev Division, however, had plenty of food and she'd regained her health. Rhykov, she mused, and the Kiev Soviet were efficient organizers and had provided for the Division well.
The Division had been well-supplied, too, with uniforms, care of the clothing workers of Kiev. Hers was a good fit, she'd seen to that with a few adjustments of her own. Rhykov couldn't fail to see she was a woman under the military uniform. She knew he could, she could tell by the way he looked at her.
"Olga!" he yelled from the next room, "have you called the Kommissariat yet? What do they say?""I have, Comrade Komdiv. They have already collected a great many wagons. They say there's plenty for the Division and enough for any of the peasants who wish to leave."
"Locomotives?"
"Seven, although they say they'll need coaling before they reach the border."
"Tell them to take what they need from Konotop. There were mountains of it there when we passed through."
"I will, Komdiv." Olga smiled in satisfaction. She gathered the latest signals, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, then stood to go in to see Rhykov. | null | Part 1 | Authors/katzmarek/Rhykov1.txt |
128,177 | KATZMAREK | Butterfly and Falcon | Yague's offensive down the Tarragona road stalled by mid-morning amid furious fire from hill 666 and fresh minefields laid during the previous nights. The valley was soon littered with burnt-out tanks and the remains of their German and Spanish crews. Clearly, while the Republicans were in possession of the hill, an advance to the Ebro was out of the question.
However, mindful of the many semi-trained conscripts in his army, Miaja wisely refused to take advantage of the Falangist setback and would not counterattack. It was far easier for his army to remain entrenched and defend. That left the initiative to Franco's Generals.
This rankled with his Russian advisors; not the first or last time he was in conflict with his Soviet sponsors. The Russians seemed more willing, apparently, to spill Spanish blood than General Miaja.
For, virtually unopposed by Republican fighters, Sperrle's Condor Legion relentlessly hammered the army with wave after wave of dive and high-level bombers. The Italians, late to the party, finally raided the Tarragona airfields with Savoia-Marchetti and Fiat bombers.
Benin took shelter in the crew's dugout for the third time that morning. Low-flying Messerschmitts, Heinkel 70s and Henschels skimmed in, sometimes to strafe, but also to deposit a single bomb with pinpoint accuracy. Such were the nature of the fortifications that only a direct hit was liable to knock them out.
The AA positions were the priority. Systematically, the strafing fighters sought them out for the dive bombers to kill. The Republicans learned to hold their fire the hard way, but it must be only a matter of time before the guns, so laboriously hauled up to their positions by hand, would be destroyed.
She was proud of her gun crew. In the bitter fight for the road, they'd worked almost as the limbs of one body; loading, aiming, firing in rhythm. She waited for the shouts; 'clear,' 'clear,' 'clear,' the calls that each of the crew had performed their task and were clear of the recoil. A mistake could see a crewman hit as the gun leapt back upon firing. They had to rely on each man knowing their job. They proved that was the case, they were a good team.
But their old gun was tired. Any gun has a service life, after which the barrel lining needs replacing. The rifling wears and doesn't grip the shell as well. 'Windage' occurs when the gases are permitted to escape between the shell and barrel. All shells wobble in flight, but that from a worn gun can sometimes even tumble, making accuracy pretty much a matter of chance. Their gun had exceeded its service life, but there was little chance it could be replaced.
The shells themselves were often duds. Some of them were so old, the bursters or the charges had deteriorated. Of those shells that would explode, at least half of them littered the mudflats. The ground was too soft for the detonators.
The Russian effort at supplying the Republic was slowing down. Many of the armaments Miaja received were from old stocks, often stockpiled for disposal by the Red Army. That didn't improve the General's opinion of the Russians.
However, in mitigation, a Soviet grain ship, the Baku, had recently been torpedoed by Falangist Destroyers in the Mediterranean. The ship, totally innocent as it turned out, had caused a storm of protest. The Nationalist Navy was popularly believed, wrongly, to be crewed and controlled by Germany's Kriegsmarine. A mood of revenge flashed briefly through the Soviet Politburo before being quashed by Stalin. He was growing jittery that things were spiraling out of control internationally. It was a delicate time because, at that moment, Stalin's foreign minister, Molotov, was negotiating the 'Non-Aggression Pact' with Hitler's man, von Ribbentrop. Abandoning his 'Anti-Fascist Alliance' plans, Stalin was now trying a rapprochement with Hitler.
The agreement that led to the dismemberment of Poland was concluded barely months before the beginning of the 2nd World War.
Following that first offensive, there was a lull while Yague regrouped. Sporadic bombing still occurred but not nearly as intensive. The Republicans were able to relax a little, take time out of the trenches and drift down to towns like Tortosa to play and get drunk.
There was a steady stream of two-way traffic along the web of roads leading to the front as units went on leave and others took their place.
There were still raids and counter-raids among the outposts as the two sides probed for weaknesses and the occasional bombardments, but for two weeks, nothing much happened.
As Benin waited for her turn to be relieved, she waited anxiously to discover whether the mysterious New Zealand Air Observer was John Greenhaugh. She had not seen the Russian, Gregory Retvizan, for a week and was unable to confirm the mystery man's identity. It was commonly believed the big Russian was with the outposts, doing things he was good at.
Benin dealt with the idleness and boredom by writing and sketching. It kept her good memories alive and put the bad ones in perspective.
The good ones revolved around the 'Mujeres Libres,' her friends like Perdita, and the euphoria of those early days in Barcelona when they believed they were making a Revolution. When they believed they were at the dawn of a new age. And, of course, there was John, the big man with the pure heart who cared so much for her yet asked nothing for himself.
The bad ones must include the time, as she emerged into adulthood, that she worked part-time as a prostitute. There was her friend 'Chita's Father, Senor Garcia. Then the mysterious Senor Lorca, who liked to watch with a mirror. That she could've given up her self-respect for the pleasure and the pesetas of men, made her cringe.
Senor Lorca was a friend of Senor Garcia. Churchmembers both and, she suspected, they belonged to some ultra-right-wing Catholic group. Such hypocrisy didn't surprise Benin. It was all part of the contradiction that was the Spanish.
She remembered the day that Chita had told her that she knew about the liaison between her and her Father. Chita explained that she was seeing Senor Lorca, although she hadn't 'done' anything to him. He was a quiet man, she said, who liked to watch her undress while looking in a mirror.
"He wants to peek," she said, "while sitting with his back to me. No touching, but I know he's playing with himself. He has this rug over his lap... it moves."
Chita was a good deal bigger than Benin; stocky where she was skinny. Her hips were wide and curvy, and her chest had filled out her blouses from when she was 13. Her hair was curly, while Benin's was straight, and when she tied it behind her head with a ribbon, it looked like a dark, auburn bush. Her round face, though, was full of mischief.
Benin realized that Senor Garcia was not an aberration, that there were many men willing to pay to fulfill some sexual fantasy. She'd already saved a tidy sum from Senor Garcia. A man that doesn't touch and pays well appealed to her. She asked Chita whether she could cut her into the action.
"I was hoping you'd ask," she said, "the Senor has been asking after you."
"He has?"
"Yes, he'd like two girls and suggested you."
"Ok," she agreed. It sounded like easy money.
The Senor lived in an ornate two-story mansion on the outskirts of Barcelona. The two girls arrived and were shown into a drawing room. There, two glasses of Madeira awaited them. Later, a stiff-necked and aloof butler wordlessly indicated they were to go upstairs.
The room was shuttered and dark. One oil lamp hissed in the corner by the immense canopied bed. It threw a subtle, yellow light towards the dresser with its tall mirror.
"Where is he?" Benin whispered to her friend.
"Through the open door behind us... he is sitting with his back to us... he has a large mirror in front of him so he can see behind."
"Oh!" She thought the whole set-up weird, but harmless. "What do we do?"
"Strip.... slowly, as if you're getting ready for bed, but turn so," she indicated, "so he can get a good look."
Just as they were about to start undoing the buttons of their blouses, there was a tap on the door and the butler entered.
"Madams," he said, "the Senor wants a good... ah... exhibition."
"What does he mean?" asked Benin, "exhibition?"
"I believe your friend understands."
"Hey Miguel!" Chita told him, "come closer and I'll pull your dick."
The waiter twitched inscrutably, turned, and walked out without saying a word. Chita laughed, Benin joined in.
"Exhibition?" she asked Chita."He wants us to play a little... with each other."
"That wasn't part of the deal!"
"It's good money, Benin, and it's nothing! Just a bit of fun, you'll see!"
A cough from the next room indicated their client was growing impatient.
"Let's go," Chita whispered.
"How serious, Engineer?" Admiral Gorshin asked, concern in his voice.
"Thrust bearing kaput! Three, perhaps four days to repair!" the Engineer explained.
"Damn, Kolianov!" he turned to the Political Officer, "I'm afraid we have to anchor to effect repairs. It's out of my hands!"
"Can you speed it up?" Kolianov asked the Engineer.
"Perhaps with your assistance in the Engine room? I'll find a boiler suit your size..."
"No!, Quite all right. I'm a hopeless engineer, I can assure you."
The Engineer left with a smile on his face.
Later, in the relatively lavish suite that served as the Admiral's quarters, the conspirators gathered to finalize their plans. The 'Tchervonya Ukrainia' had been designed in Tsarist times, when Admirals expected the height of Edwardian comfort when at sea.
Gorshin said that he would tell his Political Officer that the security of the ship depended on the floatplane being ready to take off to check for hostile ships in the area.
"The man is loyal to the Party but has a small brain," he told the others. "Naturally, any lights at sea would need to be investigated."
"Undoubtedly!" agreed Rhykov, "clearly the obvious duty of a responsible commander!"
"So, you will go ashore and seek these men?" he asked, his voice lowered.
"I may need several days," he told his Admiral, "we have organized a landing zone in the 'Bana' with light floats. The pilot will drop me off and fly back."
"Good, I don't want the floatplane gone too long. Kolianov is a fool but not *that* stupid. Last thing I want is for him to make a report to Moscow. At this moment he's harassing my Ship's Engineer. The engine room have half the port turbine dismantled," he chuckled, "it's most impressive with parts lying all over the place."
"Will he be able to get us underway, though, at short notice?" asked Rhykov.
"Of course, it's all theatrics," the Admiral replied, "the man should be a Director in the Bolshoi Ballet."
In the waist of the cruiser the dark shape of the floatplane still sat on the catapult. Two crewmen were painting out the red star on the fuselage and wings with dope and on the fin, the insignia of the AV/VMF, Soviet Naval Aviation.
Around midnight, the crane derrick was swung above the Heinkel and the three spreader hooks were attached to 'D' shackles recessed on top of the fuselage and on each wing. Carefully the crane took the weight and swung the floatplane out over the side of the ship and lowered it into the sea. It was then held to the ship's side by a rigid boom, upon which was a narrow catwalk and hand rope. Two figures deftly trotted down the perilous boom and climbed into the cockpit. A seaman plugged the umbilical containing the power cable to charge the aircraft's battery into its connector below the cockpit. While the pilot did his pre-flight check, Rhykov fidgeted nervously.
Kolianov, the Political Officer, was still in the engine room when the aircraft's prop began to rotate. Admiral Gorshin watched from the rail as the M22 radial engine banged and clattered into life. The boom and its umbilical were let go and swung up and out of the way. Pitching heavily in the ocean, the Admiral watched the floatplane until it was swallowed up by the night.
The tension in the room was so thick it was almost visible to the naked eye. Through the door into the next room Benin could just see Senor Lorca's right arm and the rug spread over his lap. The back of his head was out of sight, but she gained an impression of his pale face through the full-length mirror he used to spy on the girls.
He wore thick, round, rimless glasses. A neatly trimmed silver beard graced his face. His expression seemed imperious, like a man used to being served. 'Perhaps a Bishop?' Benin thought, 'or an aristocrat?'
"Hold me, give me a hug," Chita told her, "like good friends." Benin complied. She could feel the warm body of her friend shake as she giggled. It lightened the mood a little.
Chita kissed her on the cheek, her palm placed delicately on her other cheek. Her fingertips felt cool and smooth. "We'd better get our blouses off," Chita whispered, "I think the old boy is getting bored."
The two girls moved apart. Chita undid her buttons while looking into Benin's eyes. She motioned her to do the same. Benin slowly copied her.
Despite having whored herself to Chita's Father, Benin suddenly felt self-conscious. She found her hands were shaking. Seeing this, Chita helped. "All fingers and thumbs," she whispered.
Chita slid her own blouse off her shoulders. Her big breasts were supported by a white lacy bra. Benin watched her smooth olive skin ripple. The pale glow of the oil lamp seemed to make her shine. Summoning her resolve, Benin shed her own garment and stood facing her friend.
"Hug?" Chita whispered, and the two girls came together once more. "So, how was he, my Father?" she asked. Benin shrugged. What and how could she detail to Chita the things she did with her Father? "All men are the same," continued her friend, "only interested in getting themselves off. They're like lambs, maybe bulls, when they want to fuck. Then afterwards they treat you like some piece of shit. True?"
"True!" Benin nodded.
"You want to help me with my bra?" she turned so Benin could attack the heavy clasps. She backed against her. Benin could feel every sensuous movement of her rear. "Men! Huh! They come too early. How long did Father take to come? Three minutes, four?"
"Maybe," Benin croaked, her tongue thick in her mouth.
"Dirty bastard!" Chita spat, "I bet he liked to slap your arse. I always knew he got off like that. Don't know how Mother put up with him." She turned to face Benin. Her bare breasts flowed down her chest and wobbled as she moved. The size of them surprised Benin. She took a step back. "Want help with that?" Chita asked, indicating Benin's bra. Automatically, she turned to allow her friend access to the hooks.
Chita's chatting somehow put Benin at ease. It was endless and distracting. So used to the noise, she looked up when she realized her friend had stopped talking. She found her friend staring at her with a look of admiration. "I just knew you'd be beautiful!" she told her, her chest rising and falling. "No wonder you've got such good customers."
But it was Chita who flowed and wobbled like a woman, Benin thought. She was skinny, angular, with hips more like a boy's than a woman's. It was her friend who was beautiful, soft and curved where she had corners.
"Don't you think I'm too fat?" Chita asked.
"No, not at all," she answered, "it's me, I'm too thin."
"Oh rubbish. Look at your legs. They go all the way up. And your bum! So cute? Mine's flabby!"
"No!"
"Hrumph!" came the sound from next door.
"We'd better carry on," Chita told her, urgently.
"What do we do?"
"Put your hands on me... like so," she said, placing Benin's hands on her hips. "Now... move in and... closer... kiss me. No, on the lips!"
Benin did as she was told. Chita's lips moved apart and pulsed against her. She thought that this was how she wanted to be kissed by a boy. Her customers weren't interested, or perhaps they were preoccupied with getting her naked.
Benin's hands circled Chita's waist. She felt her friend do the same until their bodies pressed together and she could feel the big girl's breasts squashed against her chest. Chita touched her nose, rubbed them together grinning.
"Girls are so much better at kissing than boys, aren't they?" she breathed.
The thing is, until she met John, Benin was convinced it was true.
It was a textbook landing. The torch floats marked two lines just as Rhykov said they would. The Heinkel eased down until it shuddered, heard the swishing of the water and the taste of salt in their mouths. The pilot throttled down and the floatplane slowed to a halt. He kept the engine running on idle, exhaust crackling.
Soon, a rowboat slid silently alongside and bumped against the float. Rhykov immediately unstrapped himself and slid down the side of the fuselage. Hands grabbed his feet and guided him down. "Go on, go!" he called up to the pilot over the noise. As he was rowed to the shore he heard the engine rev back up to full throttle.
His companions were difficult to see. They rowed efficiently and speedily to the shore, saying nothing. Rhykov imagined they'd been hired by his friends in the SIM, the Republic's Secret Police. On shore he was met by a raincoated character in a black Molotova sedan. Rhykov grinned to himself at the stereotypical display. He was ushered into the car quickly, which promptly bogged in the soft sand. As his SIM Policemen gathered some men amid shouts of abuse, Rhykov burst out laughing. The car was pushed out and they set off inland.
John and 'Oz' trudged carefully along the marked track that guided them towards the rear. No one moved during the day, soldiers were relieved, supplies were sent, and even essential things like water and ammunition were only moved at night. A covered red torch was their only guide.
Their original mission, to find Benin, had been put on hold. Events had overtaken them. They realized how important this campaign was to the future of the Republic, the cause that so many of their friends had died for.Soon they came to the main road that led to the coast. It was rutted from wheeled and tracked traffic. Presently, an armored car hummed along, its exhaust muffled. They put out their thumbs, and the vehicle slowed so they could climb onto the running boards. Clinging on to handrails, they bumped down towards the town of Tortosa for some R and R.
Benin, however, still lay in her dugout dreaming. That day at Señor Lorca's had opened doors and closed others. It finally made up her mind that she didn't really want the career as a prostitute; didn't want to be at the behest of men. It was just another form of servitude. She knew there had to be something better.
Her friend Chita had been much more secure in her role. She was further along in the discovery of her own sensuality; more willing to explore and be explored; more confident all round about the possibilities of her body.
Benin realized in her heart as soon as Chita ran her fingers delicately over her skin that she had manipulated the whole situation. Benin suspected that it was Chita herself who suggested to Señor Lorca that she work with another girl and that girl should be her friend Benin. She wanted to back out, but she'd come too far. In any case, the way Chita touched her, held her, was something she'd never experienced before.
"Hrumph!" the Señor was growing impatient again.
"Let's get the rest of our clothes off," Chita suggested. Dumbly, Benin began to fiddle with the tie of her knickers. "Mine first!" her friend insisted.
It took the Molotova barely 20 minutes to drive to Amposta. There they dropped off their charge and fled back to the coast. Rhykov found a secluded spot where he could set up his portable radio. Deftly, he tapped his callsign plus the code to tell the 'Tchervonya Ukrainiya' that he'd arrived safely. He did this three times before rolling up the antenna. He didn't expect the ship to reply, nevertheless, he was sure she got the message.
After that, he assembled his PPD and slung it over his shoulder. Quickly, he slipped into the night towards the banks of the Ebro.
A bare 6 kilometres away at Tortosa, the armored car dropped 'Oz' and John off in the town square. Half the buildings of the town were bombed-out ruins. A key communication centre for the Republican army, it had received the attention of Sperle's Condor Legion aircraft.
The soldiers had improvised shelters among the ruins where booze could be had cheaply. Musicians played, and girls danced - it was business as usual.
The wine had been adulterated. The sharp entrepreneurs had watered down the casks, then planted a plug of tobacco in it. The nicotine imparts a 'sharp kick' to the weak wine. It was an old trick, and the two friends weren't fooled. 'Oz' scored some Dutch beer, and they found a quiet spot to get drunk.
Some time, well after midnight, John woke to the scratching of a boot on gravel. He'd barely opened his eyes before he felt the sting of a cold blade on his throat.
"Hey!" the whispered voice spoke Spanish with a heavy Russian accent. "Hey! I'm looking for a man named Gregory, Russian, big, you seen him?" John shook his head. The blade left his throat, he turned around, and the night was empty.
"Hey," John called, "Oz! I think I've just seen a ghost."
Well out to sea, Admiral Gorshin breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the aircraft return. It had been hoisted well out of the water before Kolianov ran out on deck.
"Was that our floatplane?" he asked, "where's it been? Why wasn't I informed? This is most irregular!"
"Routine patrol," the Admiral explained, "I didn't think there was a need to distract you from your important task in the engine room."
"I wasn't... I mean, there is no need for me to... Um," he collected himself, "why would you need to patrol at night?"
"Ah, Kolianov," the Admiral replied, "just checking on some unidentified lights on the horizon."
"And what were the lights?"
"Trawlers."
"Ah!"
The Admiral hated having to wait impotently. Even if, strictly speaking, Rhykov wasn't one of the crew, nevertheless, he felt a responsibility towards him. Sighing, he wandered back towards his cabin. He hoped Rhykov understood he couldn't delay the ship beyond 4 days. He had to leave, regardless. Soviet cargo ships required escorting across the Bay of Biscay and past Nationalist Naval bases. Such an important task couldn't be abandoned for the lives of 1 or 2 men.
Benin felt herself being eased backwards until she touched the soft mattress of the bed. She flopped onto her back, eyes still shut, and felt the mattress bounce as another body plonked down beside her. A hand stroked her chest, breasts, and fingertips teased her nipples to hardness.
"Oh baby!" Chita said. But she was no longer acting. Her voice breathed lust and desire, and her hands caressed her with need. Her lips brushed hers, and her tongue gently pried open her mouth. "My sweet Benin!" she whispered.
Chita's leg slid possessively over her body. A hand pushed between her legs and stroked her pussy. Despite it all, Benin found herself responding to the assault. A hand took hers and placed it on a matted, moist, and warm place. "C'mon, my love," Chita said, "you know what to do, I know you do."
Benin pushed and probed at the moist place until she felt it open out like a petal. Chita hissed encouragement and began to work on Benin's own pussy faster. She undulated against Benin's thigh, forcing her probing finger deeper inside her. She hissed and moaned again, pushed against her faster and faster.
"Oh baby," she gasped, "oh..."
Benin was aware of her own breathing, rasping in her ears. Her friend knew exactly how to manipulate her, touch and pace her, so that she rose steadily towards a crisis. Chita moaned and cried herself to an orgasm, then set to work bringing off her friend. Benin's was not long in coming, and she wailed as Chita held her head into her soft breasts.
They lay together for a little while until a soft tapping brought them down to earth. Miguel, the butler, entered, coughed, and thanked the girls. That was the signal to get dressed and get out.
"Hey, Miguel," Chita said as he showed them out. "How's your dick, bruised?"
"Sluts!" he spat as he slammed the door.
Benin had made up her mind, however. There had to be a better way to earn a living. She turned back to the mansion. Right above the doorway, unnoticed before, was a large stone cross. | null | Part 8 | Authors/katzmarek/Butterfly and Falcon8.txt |
128,256 | wyera | Umbre | You smile as you open the door. The scent of apple pie is in the air. Work left you drained and generally feeling awful; it was not a fun day at all. The promise of apple pie after dinner is a definite pick-me-up. You hang your coat up and drop your bag on the floor.
"I'm in the bedroom," you hear. The voice of your spouse wafting down to your ears from upstairs. "I'll be up in a second, honey," you call as you head into the kitchen to pour yourself a drink of water. The apple pie plainly cooling on the counter.
Smiling to yourself, you make your way upstairs. The bedroom door is open. You've got one foot over the threshold when she turns and smiles. "Gotcha, honey." Then the lights go out.
You struggle for a moment as your vision goes dark. You can hear her chuckling quietly as you struggle. The slide of satin over your cheeks registers, and you realize it's just a blindfold. Now you chuckle and relax.
You feel nails dragging down over your arm seconds before your wrists are grabbed, then cuffed behind your back. You growl a soft warning in your throat at her. A kiss on the cheek and "Wait" are the only response. You frown but follow as you're guided.
You find yourself sitting, slightly disoriented because of the dark. Those soft fingers flick the buttons on your dress shirt open slowly, and then her tongue touches your skin. She moans softly and lets it slide into a purr. The sound of clothing hitting the floor gently seeps into your consciousness. The bed shifts and squeaks a little. You feel her hands on your face as she kisses you, her tongue coaxing your lips open for her.
As her tongue teases your mouth, the blindfold is slipped from your eyes, allowing you to see the room. Candles are everywhere, sparkling and glowing softly. But on the edge of the bed, there is the gift. On the bed is your dream come true. Stephanie has brought you Lisa.
The contrasts are obvious. Stephanie is 5'9" with long, jet black hair and dark hazel eyes. Her body is curvaceous, with bountiful breasts and gorgeous hips. Lisa is svelte, though. Standing 5'6" with a cap of short, red hair and chocolate brown eyes. Her lean body is a pleasure to watch as it moves.
Smiling, Stephanie steps to the bed and kisses Lisa now. Her hands running over Lisa's body as your own hands tingle with want and need. Breaking the kiss slowly, Stephanie turns and says, "Watch." As if you would do anything else!
Stephanie picks up a brush and smoothes the tangles from her hair, tying it back in a ponytail. Lisa reaches up and cups her breasts, thumbs stroking over Steph's nipples slowly. Your eyes are riveted there, watching as Lisa reaches out and slowly, delicately, licks at one distended nipple. You start as you hear an audible groan and then chuckle as you realize it came from you. Steph mewls softly in pleasure as Lisa closes her mouth around the tender bud and starts to suckle.
Steph's eyes close, and her fingers wrap themselves in that lush, red hair. Back arched out, she holds Lisa to her breast. Unconsciously, her hips start to sway and shift as her pleasure mounts. Your breath rasps, and you lick your lips as you watch Steph's hands run down Lisa's back, over her sides, and up again to rest on her breasts. Her crimson-slicked fingertips tease Lisa's nipples, pinching, tugging, and rolling them until they're hard as stone.
You wriggle around in the chair, trying to get comfortable as your cock strains at the fly of your pants. The sight of two naked women fondling each other taking their toll. You growl softly as you watch them sprawl over the bed, Lisa on her back and Steph leaning over her. Your cock twitches noticeably as Steph straddles Lisa's face and moans as, presumably, Lisa starts to lick her pussy.
Steph looks up and watches you, staring at your face as she spreads Lisa's legs wide. Her fingers slide over Lisa's cunt and spread her lips so you can see better, making Lisa moan - the sound slightly muffled. Steph moans softly and flexes her back as she enjoys the feel of Lisa's tongue. Then it's your turn to moan as you watch one of Steph's fingers slide inside Lisa's pussy right before the view is obscured by Steph's head as she starts to eat Lisa.
You pull at your wrists and find that they're still bound. You half-moan, half-whimper as you watch Lisa's hand slap Steph's shapely ass. Both women are almost a blur on the bed as they writhe against each other. You can see Steph's hand pumping in and out of Lisa's cunt, and both women are moaning into each other. Your eyes are locked in position as you hear one of them gasp.
Lisa's hips raise off the bed, and you watch as Steph plunges 3 fingers into her pussy hard and fast. Steph whimpers for a moment, and then you hear Lisa again, screaming into Steph's cunt as she cums. You can see the orgasmic juice trailing over Steph's hand as she, now audibly, laps and finger-fucks Lisa's cunt.
You growl again, louder and longer. You can't take much more of this and pull hard with your arms, trying to rip your bonds apart. As your arms pull free, you're surprised until the tearing noise registers. Just Velcro cuffs. You shake your head and stand, divesting yourself quickly and eagerly of all your clothes. Moaning as your cock springs free.
Steph leans up, kneeling spread over Lisa's mouth and moaning. Her hands running over her own breasts as Lisa's tongue fucks her cunt. You moan softly and start to fist your cock, pumping it in long strokes. Steph opens her eyes and gestures for you to come closer and closer, finally, when you're at the edge of the bed, whispering "Fuck her."
And your control is gone. You all but leap forward and drive your cock into Lisa's pussy. Steph shivers as Lisa moans into her. Your brain registers that fact, and you slowly, slowly start to pump your cock. Not only is it teasing you, it's teasing Lisa as you slide deeper and deeper with each thrust. Steph's body is flushed and shaking all over as Lisa continues to lick and moan into her cunt.
A wicked smile crossed your face, and you drive as deep as you can into Lisa's pussy and lean forward. Your hand slides between Steph's legs to Lisa's chin, and you slowly tease Steph's clit. Two passes of your fingers, and that's all it takes. Steph cries out and shudders, grinding down on Lisa's mouth as she cums.
With Steph's release, you grunt and thrust fast and hard into Lisa, making her moan louder and louder. You watch as Lisa's hand comes up and pushes Steph down level with your cock. That same hand pushes a finger slowly into Steph's ass, making her scream all over again, her body spasming hard now. Steph whimpers and purrs for a second as she cums, her tongue darting out to lick not only Lisa's clit as you fuck her, but your cock as well.
The three of you are locked this way. Lisa's tongue and mouth on Steph's pussy and her finger in her ass as Steph's tongue bathes your cock and Lisa's pussy as you pound deep inside Lisa's cunt. Just trying to work out how you're all connected makes your cock harder.
Steph is moaning and shrieking as she cums, orgasm after orgasm on Lisa's face. Lisa's pussy, meanwhile, is clenched so tightly around your cock that you know you're going to come soon. You groan and reach up and add to Steph's pleasure, slapping her on the ass hard. You can feel her scream in your cock as she cums.
That's when you feel Lisa cum. Her pussy throbbing and pulsing around your cock, grabbing it tightly and holding it deep. Letting go of the last of your control, you slam deeper and harder into her, growling and digging your fingers into her hips as you fuck her. The three of you are lost in waves of pleasure. Lisa bucks her body, and that last movement is too much.
Shouting and grunting, you start to cum. Your cock twitches and pulses. Whimpering, you pull out of Lisa's pussy and cum over both of them, covering Steph's face and Lisa's pussy and thighs in your cum. Then you all collapse to the bed.
A few minutes later, as you're all curled around each other, Steph leans over and says, "Happy Valentine's Day, darling," and kisses you softly. | null | null | Authors/wyera/umbre.txt |
128,262 | Wyera | Umbra | Your fingers trace along my pussy slowly, teasing me unbearably as I kneel in front of you. You've tied my hands to the bed, spread so that I'm lashed to the headboard and footboard posts. You plunge a finger into my boiling cunt, making me moan. You pull it free and walk around the bed to my face and slowly, tenderly cover my eyes with a blindfold.
The room goes quiet. Your hands stroke my back softly, almost reverently - as though you were caressing the Venus de Milo. Then I feel it. Your cock brushing against my lips. Eagerly, I open them and lick your head as it passes. You groan, and the feeling of your cock thrusting into my mouth makes my pussy flood. I know that you're going to fuck me soon. So slowly, I start sucking and licking your cock in broad strokes, my head bobbing up and down. Your cock swells more and more on my tongue as my mouth strokes it.
Again, you groan, and I know my pussy doesn't have much longer to wait. Your hands grab my hair, fisting in it, and you pull my mouth roughly onto your cock. Whimpering, I suck harder as you take control and fuck my face. Each stroke making my pussy hotter and wetter. Then I hear you.
"Steve, now. She'll love it."
Mewling and whimpering, I try to pull back from your cock, only to have your hands in my hair stop me. You roughly yank me back in place on your cock. No choice for me but to suck, so I start working on your cock again, slower though.
My body suddenly goes wild, and I almost scream around your cock. Steve's cock has slammed into my pussy, filling it hard and deep with one stroke.
I can't help but drool on your cock as I suck it; my pussy is throbbing so hard and tight. Steve pulls his cock out and slams it back into my pussy over and over, hitting my cervix each time. My hips roll as I moan and growl on your cock. My pussy juices flow down my legs and over Steve's cock as I start to cum and cum hard. I can hear your voice as you groan while you push your cock harder and deeper into my mouth. You thrust it hard into my throat, pushing me back deeper onto Steve's cock. Again and again, I shudder and buck between you, cumming repeatedly; time losing all meaning as orgasm after orgasm rips through me.
I mew and shudder as Steve slaps my ass with each thrust of his big cock. Your cock is busy ravaging my throat as you use a hand in my hair to control me and the other to pinch and tug my nipples, making me moan louder. I can feel your cock throbbing in my mouth while Steve's cock pulses and feels like steel in my cunt.
One more slap from Steve and a last tug from your fingers, and I can hear you both groan. Both cocks thrust hard inside me, impaling me between you. Both cocks throbbing and pulsing in me as you both cum. Steve's fingers grip my ass as he pounds his cock inside me while cumming. Your cum floods my mouth and drips down over my chin.
Groans echo around the room as you slowly release my wrists. We all slump to the bed in a heap of limbs and whimper. You tug the blindfold free and kiss me hard. A hand grasps my chin and turns my face to Steve. His mouth covers mine in a soft and tender kiss. My eyes become heavy, and I yawn. Snuggling close to you, I pull Steve's arm around me and drift off into sated sleep. | null | null | Authors/wyera/umbre2.txt |
128,276 | null | Umbre | You smile as you open the door. The scent of apple pie is in the air. Work left you drained and generally feeling awful; it was not a fun day at all. The promise of apple pie after dinner is a definite pick-me-up. You hang your coat up and drop your bag on the floor.
"I'm in the bedroom," you hear. The voice of your spouse wafts down to your ears from upstairs. "I'll be up in a second, honey," you call as you head into the kitchen to pour yourself a drink of water. The apple pie is plainly cooling on the counter.
Smiling to yourself, you make your way upstairs. The bedroom door is open. You've got one foot over the threshold when she turns and smiles. "Gotcha, honey." Then the lights go out.
You struggle for a moment as your vision goes dark. You can hear her chuckling quietly as you struggle. The slide of satin over your cheeks registers, and you realize it's just a blindfold. Now you chuckle and relax.
You feel nails dragging down over your arm seconds before your wrists are grabbed, then cuffed behind your back. You growl a soft warning in your throat at her. A kiss on the cheek and "Wait" are the only response. You frown but follow as you're guided.
You find yourself sitting, slightly disoriented because of the dark. Those soft fingers flick the buttons on your dress shirt open slowly, and then her tongue touches your skin. She moans softly and lets it slide into a purr. The sound of clothing hitting the floor gently seeps into your consciousness. The bed shifts and squeaks a little. You feel her hands on your face as she kisses you, her tongue coaxing your lips open for her.
As her tongue teases your mouth, the blindfold is slipped from your eyes, allowing you to see the room. Candles are everywhere, sparkling and glowing softly. But on the edge of the bed, there is the gift. On the bed is your dream come true. Stephanie has brought you Lisa.
The contrasts are obvious. Stephanie is 5'9" with long, jet black hair and dark hazel eyes. Her body is curvaceous, with bountiful breasts and gorgeous hips. Lisa is svelte, though. Standing 5'6" with a cap of short, red hair and chocolate brown eyes. Her lean body is a pleasure to watch as it moves.
Smiling, Stephanie steps to the bed and kisses Lisa now. Her hands run over Lisa's body as your own hands tingle with want and need. Breaking the kiss slowly, Stephanie turns and says, "Watch." As if you would do anything else!
Stephanie picks up a brush and smoothes the tangles from her hair, tying it back in a ponytail. Lisa reaches up and cups her breasts, thumbs stroking over Steph's nipples slowly. Your eyes are riveted there, watching as Lisa reaches out and slowly, delicately, licks at one distended nipple. You start as you hear an audible groan and then chuckle as you realize it came from you. Steph mewls softly in pleasure as Lisa closes her mouth around the tender bud and starts to suckle.
Steph's eyes close, and her fingers wrap themselves in that lush, red hair. Back arched out, she holds Lisa to her breast. Unconsciously, her hips start to sway and shift as her pleasure mounts. Your breath rasps, and you lick your lips as you watch Steph's hands run down Lisa's back, over her sides, and up again to rest on her breasts. Her crimson-slicked fingertips tease Lisa's nipples, pinching, tugging, and rolling them until they're hard as stone.
You wriggle around in the chair, trying to get comfortable as your cock strains at the fly of your pants. The sight of two naked women fondling each other takes its toll. You growl softly as you watch them sprawl over the bed, Lisa on her back and Steph leaning over her. Your cock twitches noticeably as Steph straddles Lisa's face and moans as, presumably, Lisa starts to lick her pussy.
Steph looks up and watches you, staring at your face as she spreads Lisa's legs wide. Her fingers slide over Lisa's cunt and spread her lips so you can see better, making Lisa moan - the sound slightly muffled. Steph moans softly and flexes her back as she enjoys the feel of Lisa's tongue. Then it's your turn to moan as you watch one of Steph's fingers slide inside Lisa's pussy right before the view is obscured by Steph's head as she starts to eat Lisa.
You pull at your wrists and find that they're still bound. You half-moan, half-whimper as you watch Lisa's hand slap Steph's shapely ass. Both women are almost a blur on the bed as they writhe against each other. You can see Steph's hand pumping in and out of Lisa's cunt, and both women are moaning into each other. Your eyes are locked in position as you hear one of them gasp.
Lisa's hips raise off the bed, and you watch as Steph plunges 3 fingers into her pussy hard and fast. Steph whimpers for a moment, and then you hear Lisa again, screaming into Steph's cunt as she cums. You can see the orgasmic juice trailing over Steph's hand as she, now audibly, laps and finger-fucks Lisa's cunt.
You growl again, louder and longer. You can't take much more of this and pull hard with your arms, trying to rip your bonds apart. As your arms pull free, you're surprised until the tearing noise registers. Just Velcro cuffs.
You shake your head and stand, divesting yourself quickly and eagerly of all your clothes. Moaning as your cock springs free.
Steph leans up, kneeling spread over Lisa's mouth and moaning. Her hands run over her own breasts as Lisa's tongue fucks her cunt. You moan softly and start to fist your cock, pumping it in long strokes. Steph opens her eyes and gestures for you to come closer and closer, finally, when you're at the edge of the bed, whispering "Fuck her."
And your control is gone. You all but leap forward and drive your cock into Lisa's pussy. Steph shivers as Lisa moans into her. Your brain registers that fact, and you slowly, slowly start to pump your cock. Not only is it teasing you, it's teasing Lisa as you slide deeper and deeper with each thrust. Steph's body is flushed and shaking all over as Lisa continues to lick and moan into her cunt.
A wicked smile crosses your face, and you drive as deep as you can into Lisa's pussy and lean forward. Your hand slides between Steph's legs to Lisa's chin, and you slowly tease Steph's clit. Two passes of your fingers, and that's all it takes. Steph cries out and shudders, grinding down on Lisa's mouth as she cums.
With Steph's release, you grunt and thrust fast and hard into Lisa, making her moan louder and louder. You watch as Lisa's hand comes up and pushes Steph down level with your cock. That same hand pushes a finger slowly into Steph's ass, making her scream all over again, her body spasming hard now. Steph whimpers and purrs for a second as she cums, her tongue darting out to lick not only Lisa's clit as you fuck her, but your cock as well.
The three of you are locked this way. Lisa's tongue and mouth on Steph's pussy and her finger in her ass as Steph's tongue bathes your cock and Lisa's pussy as you pound deep inside Lisa's cunt. Just trying to work out how you're all connected makes your cock harder.
Steph is moaning and shrieking as she cums, orgasm after orgasm on Lisa's face. Lisa's pussy, meanwhile, is clenched so tightly around your cock that you know you're going to come soon. You groan and reach up and add to Steph's pleasure, slapping her on the ass hard. You can feel her scream in your cock as she cums.
That's when you feel Lisa cum. Her pussy throbbing and pulsing around your cock, grabbing it tightly and holding it deep. Letting go of the last of your control, you slam deeper and harder into her, growling and digging your fingers into her hips as you fuck her. The three of you are lost in waves of pleasure. Lisa bucks her body and causes Steph to writhe, and that last movement is too much.
Shouting and grunting, you start to cum. Your cock twitches and pulses. Whimpering, you pull out of Lisa's pussy and cum over both of them, covering Steph's face and Lisa's pussy and thighs in your cum. Then you all collapse to the bed.
A few minutes later, as you're all curled around each other, Steph leans over and says, "Happy Valentine's Day, darling," and kisses you softly. | null | null | Authors/wyera/www/umbre.txt |
128,280 | null | null | Your fingers trace along my pussy slowly, teasing me unbearably as I kneel in front of you. You've tied my hands to the bed, spread so that I'm lashed to the head and foot board posts. You plunge a finger into my boiling cunt, making me moan. You pull it free and walk around the bed to my face and slowly, tenderly cover my eyes with a blindfold.
The room goes quiet. Your hands stroke my back softly, almost reverently - as though you were caressing the Venus de Milo. Then I feel it. Your cock brushing against my lips. Eagerly, I open them and lick your head as it passes. You groan, and the feeling of your cock thrusting into my mouth makes my pussy flood. I know that you're going to fuck me soon. So slowly, I start sucking and licking your cock in broad strokes, my head bobbing up and down. Your cock swells more and more on my tongue as my mouth strokes it.
Again, you groan, and I know my pussy doesn't have much longer to wait. Your hands grab my hair, fisting in it, and you pull my mouth roughly onto your cock. Whimpering, I suck harder as you take control and fuck my face. Each stroke making my pussy hotter and wetter. Then I hear you.
"Steve, now. She'll love it."
Mewling and whimpering, I try to pull back from your cock, only to have your hands in my hair stop me. You roughly yank me back in place on your cock. No choice for me but to suck, so I start working on your cock again, slower though.
My body suddenly goes wild, and I almost scream around your cock. Steve's cock has slammed into my pussy, filling it hard and deep with one stroke.
I can't help but drool on your cock as I suck it; my pussy is throbbing so hard and tight. Steve pulls his cock out and slams it back into my pussy over and over, hitting my cervix each time. My hips roll as I moan and growl on your cock. My pussy juices flow down my legs and over Steve's cock as I start to cum and cum hard. I can hear your voice as you groan while you push your cock harder and deeper into my mouth. You thrust it hard, into my throat, pushing me back deeper onto Steve's cock. Again and again, I shudder and buck between you, cumming repeatedly; time losing all meaning as orgasm after orgasm rips through me.
I mew and shudder as Steve slaps my ass with each thrust of his big cock. Your cock is busy ravaging my throat as you use a hand in my hair to control me and the other to pinch and tug my nipples, making me moan louder. I can feel your cock throbbing in my mouth while Steve's cock pulses and feels like steel in my cunt.
One more slap from Steve and a last tug from your fingers, and I can hear you both groan. Both cocks thrust hard inside me, impaling me between you. Both cocks throbbing and pulsing in me as you both cum. Steve's fingers grip my ass as he pounds his cock inside me while cumming. Your cum floods my mouth and drips down over my chin.
Groans echo around the room as you slowly release my wrists. We all slump to the bed in a heap of limbs and whimper. You tug the blindfold free and kiss me hard. A hand grasps my chin and turns my face to Steve. His mouth covers mine in a soft and tender kiss. My eyes become heavy, and I yawn. Snuggling close to you, I pull Steve's arm around me and drift off into sated sleep. | null | null | Authors/wyera/www/umbre2.txt |
1,098 | Uncle Mike | Home Improvement: Do Not Go Gentle | Zachery and Jonathan had just finished rehearsing the scene where Tim tried to teach them how to use a belt sander. They were walking back to their dressing room, talking about baseball, when Zach shushed Jon and pulled him aside.
One of the dressing room doors was open, and they could see the new actress, Debbe Dunning, who played the announcer on the "Tool Time" show, undressing. She was peeling off the tight T-shirt, exposing a pair of firm young breasts held in check by a lacy white bra. As the shirt came all the way off, they saw her blonde hair bounce free. Turning her back to the door, she unbuttoned her denim shorts and pulled them down, then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. When she yanked down her white cotton panties, they could see her sexy ass and a glimpse of pink at her crotch. To the boys' disappointment, she pulled on a pair of blue silk panties before she turned around again. But at least that gave them a clear view of her tits, jiggly globes that showed white against her deep tan.
It was then that firm hands gripped both boys by their necks and pulled them away from the door. "Get out of there, you two!" It was Patricia Richardson, who played their mom on the show. She must have just come in; she wasn't in any of the scenes they'd rehearsed so far, but she had a full schedule later that afternoon. "What were you ... Oh, I get it."
"We weren't doin' nothing," Zach protested. He was a husky teenager who didn't appreciate getting scolded at his age, especially by someone who wasn't even his real mom. "Besides, it's not your business."
"You should be ashamed of yourselves. And hey, in there," she called through the door, "close this door, huh? Next thing you know Taron'll be hanging around too."
The young actress stuck her head out the door and looked down the hallway with a puzzled expression as Pat pushed Zach and Jon toward their own dressing room.
"I'm not going to tell Tim about this one," Pat told them, "but if I catch you doing something like that again I will. You're on pretty thin ice anyway. And you know it. Pulling that stunt with calling in sick to try to get a raise WAS pretty stupid, you know."
Jon mumbled an apology for peeping. "Yeah, what he said," Zach added.
"Well, you just behave yourselves." Pat turned to go down to the end of the hall and her own room. "Oh, and one more thing." The boys stopped on their way into their room and looked at her with disgusted expressions. "You two have another scene in about half an hour, right?" They nodded. "Look, can you tell Tim I'm here? I was up half the night at some stupid promotion and I need a nap. Tell him I'll be on the set at 5 when our scene starts."
With that, Pat slipped into her dressing room and the boys, grumbling, walked into theirs. "Damn bitch," Zach groused. "Yeah, who the fuck does she think she is? She ain't the star of this show," Jon agreed. "She's no better'n we are."
They took turns in their bathroom and played some quick Nintendo before going out for their next scene. As soon as they got to the set, though, the star, Tim Allen, shouted out their names from across the soundstage and came limping over.
"I've had it with you two," he yelled as he reached them.
"What did we do?" Jon asked, looking as innocent as an angel.
"Cut the crap with me, kid. You blew it this time. Thought it would be really cute to trick Taron with those boards, didn't you?" Zach barked out a laugh, then tried to compose his face into a more sober expression. Zach and Jon had been playing around with some prop lumber, stuff precut so it would break easily. They clobbered each other over the head and stuff, managing to convince Taron, who played their kid brother, that the whole pile was phony. They were hoping he'd clobber himself on the head with a real board.
Unfortunately for them, as Tim quickly explained, Taron hadn't hit himself. He'd taken a swing at Tim, smashing him solidly in the kneecap. Unfortunately for Taron, Tim had been holding a belt sander at the time, his grip not very sure to begin with because of a burn he'd suffered in a stunt a few weeks earlier. Tim dropped the sander on Taron, scraping his leg and smashing the little boy's left foot.
"Look, I'm gonna go to the hospital with Taron, but we're gonna talk about this tomorrow," Tim told Zach and Jon, who hung their heads in mock contrition. "I don't give a damn what kind of contract you've got, I'm gonna find a way to get you off this show. I mean it! I've had it with you two." As he limped off, one of the producers came up and walked with him, deep in conversation. As Tim got to the edge of the set, the producer turned around and walked back. "OK, people, that's it for today," he called out. "We're canceling production. We'll pick everything up tomorrow, usual time, starting from where we left off. Suzy, honey, I've gotta go to my Brentwood office; come on with me and we'll make up the new schedules on the way over. We'll fax them to everyone's homes tonight."
Murmurs and muzzled hurrahs greeted the announcement. Suzy, the producer's assistant, scanned the set to make sure everyone had heard. She turned to Zach. "Hey, sweetie, have you seen Pat around?"
"Yeah, she's in her dressing roo..." Brad's answer was cut short by an elbow in his ribs from Jon.
"Dressing room, huh? I'd better go tell her," Suzy said. But before she could move, the producer came by and grabbed her by the arm. "We've gotta get moving, Suze," he insisted.
Jon cut in. "Hey, we can tell Pat," he offered.
"Would you? That's great. You're a sweetheart," Suzy called over her shoulder as she and the producer strode off.
"We can tell Pat," Zach repeated in a snide whisper. "What the hell was that, Jon? We're gonna get fired from the show and you're doing favors?"
"It ain't a favor if you don't do it," Jon said.
"Huh?"
"Just shut up and come with me." Jon pulled the older boy along, saying goodbye to various crew members along the way as everyone rushed to get out of the building. An unexpected day off was too much of a treat for anyone to waste much time. Zach and Jon felt like salmon swimming upstream as they made their way through the stream of stagehands and slipped into their dressing room.
As they sat inside, they heard the scramble of departures thin out until all was quiet. Jon ordered Zach to keep quiet a while longer, until he was sure everyone had left -- everyone except themselves, of course, and Pat Richardson, who was apparently still sleeping soundly in her dressing room.
At last Zach could wait no longer, and he demanded to know what was going on. "It's just us and Pat," Jon explained.
"Yeah, so?"
"So, doofus, we're already fired from the show, right?"
"Well, practically."
"Yeah. And with our reps, no other show in town is gonna hire us, right?"
"I don't know..."
"Trust me. So what are we gonna do, go back to some lame regular school? Have our parents running our lives again? I say, if we're gonna go out, let's go out with a bang. A real bang: we're gonna fuck Pat."
"What? Are you crazy? What makes you think she's gonna fuck us? She hates us!"
Jon snorted. "Don't make no difference what she wants, asshole. We're gonna make her."
"That's rape!"
"So what? We're minors! What are they gonna do, put us in juvie hall? Hell, with all the money we've made so far, our folks should be able to find some lawyer who can get us off. That's if Pat goes to the cops, too. Think it's gonna look real good for the show if we get nailed for rape? They'll probably pay us off to get the hell away from here!"
"Well, maybe ..." Zach wasn't quite sure, but he thought about Pat. She didn't get to wear any really sexy stuff on the show, but she'd had on enough short dresses and low-cut stuff to make it clear she had a damn good body. And the thought of losing his virginity to an older woman seemed pretty exciting. "OK, I'm in. So what do we do, go to her dressing room now?"
"No, stupid. Number One, her room's locked. Number Two, she's got a phone in there."
"So how are we gonna get her?"
"THINK! What's the first scene she's in today? It's a bedroom scene! She's supposed to be in her nightgown, complaining to Tim about the plumbing. So she's gonna come out of her dressing room at 5 o'clock, in her nightgown, and walk right onto the set. And that's where we'll be, waiting for her."
"Come on, like she's not gonna notice nobody else is here?"
"Sure, she'll notice. But who's she gonna be able to ask? She'll know something's wrong, but she'll come onto the set anyway. Maybe she'll think it's some kinda surprise party. So come on, we have to hit the workshop set."
Jon and Zach roamed around the soundstage, getting ready for Pat's entrance. By 5, they were finished and hiding on opposite sides of the bedroom set.They heard Pat calling out as she came closer. "Hey, where is everybody? Guys? Hey, guys! Come on, Tim, we're supposed to be talking plumbing!" She came out of the darkness and into a pool of light around the bed, craning her head around to peer into the corners.
She had on a sheer black negligee over a black silk nightgown, cut low enough to show the beginning of the shadowy valley between her full breasts. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders, framing an oval face with full lips. The nightgown was short, exposing long, slender legs that flowed to perfectly turned ankles.
Soundlessly, Zach and Jon emerged from the shadows on either side of her. Pat started in surprise. "Jesus Christ, guys, you scared me!" she said. "Where the hell is everybody?"
"Everybody's gone for the day," Jon said, his voice low and steady.
"Yeah, right," Pat answered acidly. "So what's going on... Is this one of those Bloopers and Practical Jokes shows?"
"Yeah, that's it," Zach said. "And we're supposed to trick you into getting on the bed. Yeah!"
Pat looked at him strangely. "What do you mean? What..." As she turned toward Zach, Jon slipped up from behind and grabbed her around the waist, heaving her back and tossing her onto the bed.
"What the hell!" Pat screamed in protest as Jon grabbed one of her wrists and Zach got the other. They pulled her arms up, slipping her wrists into loops of rope they'd tied to the bedposts while she was asleep in her room. Quickly they tightened the ropes and moved to her feet, tackling her legs as she tried to kick them away.
"Shout all you want, 'Mommy,'" Jon sneered. "But you're gonna get fucked by your little sons." The boys tied her feet securely with ropes attached to the foot of the bed.
"You little shits! You let me go this instant!" Pat twisted and struggled but couldn't break free, and the rough ropes chafed her skin as she strained at her bonds. "Oh, God, now what?" Jon had pulled a knife from beneath the bed.
"Chill out, Mom," he said cheerfully. "We're not gonna cut you. We're just gonna fuck you." He sliced down the sides her negligee and nightgown and yanked the flimsy material away. She lay before them spreadeagled, her breasts confined only by a black push-up bra, a skimpy pair of black silk panties guarding her crotch. With a flick of the knife, Jon split the middle of the bra and her breasts bounced free as Zach pulled off the cups. Two more flicks and her panties were off.
Zach and Jon quickly stripped themselves, staring at the vision before them. Pat's large breasts had wide, dark brown aureoles with thick nipples. A furry mound of dark hair covered her mound. With her legs spread by the ropes, she couldn't conceal the pink folds of her cunt from their hungry gaze.
Pat screamed at them to stop, pleaded with them to let her go, begged them not to touch her. Ignoring all her supplications, Zach and Jon let their hands roam freely over their "mother's" body, feeling the throb of her heart beat under her heaving breasts, the fuzz of her smooth stomach, the crinkly caress of her pubic hair. While Jon stroked her long legs, Zach kissed his way up from her hardening nipples to her neck, sucking and licking, then pressed his lips to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. His hands rubbed her tits wildly. Jon moved up from her legs, nuzzling up her thighs until his mouth was poised over her tender pussy lips. He flicked his tongue at the entrance to her cunt, then spread the lips with his fingers and buried his face in her muff, plunging his tongue into her.
When Zach broke their kiss, Pat sobbed out, "God, please, don't do it! Zach, Jon, don't do it! Please don't!"
Zach shut her up by smothering her with a kiss again. Jon lifted his face from her now-wet cunt and crawled forward until his cock, engorged with blood, was poised at the entrance. "I'm fucking you, Mommy! It's tool time!" he bellowed as he rammed his dick into her. Her hips lifted off the bed before he slammed them down with a deep thrust.
As Jon drove into her again and again, Zach crawled onto Pat's chest and placed his cock between her tits, squeezing them together around it with his hands. He began to match Jon's strokes with his own, thrilling to the sight of the head of his dick disappearing between Pat's mounds only to poke out again, pointed straight at her lips.
Quickly both boys shot their wads. Jon's burst inside Pat's pussy while Zach's splattered her neck and chin. As they slipped off her, she again begged them to let her go.
"Let you go? I don't think so," Jon said with a sly smile. "You know what, Pat? I don't think you like us. Why should we let you go when you don't like us? Why don't we just keep you here?"
Pat's eyes were wide and rimmed with tears. She twisted her head to look at each boy in turn, hoping to see some sign of remorse or pity, but couldn't find any. Swallowing hard, she tried another tack.
"Look, I'll make you a deal."
"You're not the one to be making deals," Zach said.
"Sshhh. Let her talk," Jon cut in. "What's the deal?"
Pat drew a deep breath. "You can do whatever you want with me, but you're not really getting anything good, you know..."
"We're getting you pretty damn good," Zach burst out.
"Well, yeah," Pat said, "but it's not like a real fuck. I mean, I'm all tied up. I can't really do anything. If you untie me, I can show you what a fuck's really like."
Zach and Jon looked at each other over Pat's naked body. "What do you think, Zach?"
"Well, I would like to see what it's like," Zach said. "But if we let her go, she's gonna run off!"
"Not if we just untie her legs," Jon reasoned. He turned to Pat. "How's that? We untie your legs and you give us a real fuck. Then we'll let you go."
"No deal," the older woman said.
"I told you," Zach said sharply, "you ain't making any deals. Take it or leave it."
Pat closed her eyes and sighed. "OK, fine. Untie my legs."
Jon slipped the loops off her ankles and Pat bent her legs at the knees, relieving some of the stiffness. Zach crawled around and got between her thighs, positioning himself. Jon, meanwhile, moved to the head of the bed and pushed his cock up to Pat's lips.
"Hey, what are you doing?" she cried out. "That wasn't the deal..."
"Shut up, Mommy," Jon whispered hoarsely. "Mommy's gonna suck her son's dick. If Mommy don't suck dick, Mommy don't go free."
Pat shut her eyes tightly and opened her mouth. Jon slid his cock, slippery with cum and pussy juices, past her lips. She pursed them around his rod and sucked hard on his cock as he pushed it in and out. "Godddd, that's good," Jon breathed in awe. "You're one hell of a cocksucker! Ohhhh, Godddd! Suck that cock! Yes!"
Zach grew jealous of Jon's excitement and pressed his own dick into Pat's pussy, feeling her spongy cunt expand to take him in and then close around his dick, enfolding it in a hot, soaking wet grip. True to her word, Pat responded to his bucking with her own motion. She drew her legs up and around Zach's slender hips, meeting each thrust of his with one of her own. Zach grunted as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper into her hot box, passionate shouts forcing themselves out of him as sweat beaded on his chest and soaked the sheets.
Jon gripped the bed's headboard with both hands as Pat's stroking lips and thrashing tongue drove him into a frenzy. Her nostrils flared with effort as his cock filled her mouth. She took him in up to the hilt, the head of his dick slamming into the back of her throat as she sucked down hard on his rod. "Damn, you're good!" Jon shouted out, shaking the headboard as her sucking made his entire body quake. "Damn! Suck that cock! Take it all in!"
The bed was creaking and quivering under their bodies as Zach continued to drive his cock into her flooded cunt. She wiggled her ass under him and he could feel the gentle pressure as her pussy jiggled around his dick. Pat lifted her legs higher, allowing him to plunge even deeper inside her until their crotches ground together and he could feel their pelvic bones slamming together on every downthrust. "Oh, fuck!" Zach screamed in ecstasy, "Oh, fuck, that's good! Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" With a piercing scream he exploded in orgasm, cum pulsing out of him and deep into Pat's cunt, quickly filling it and oozing out around his softening prick to mix with her pussy juices and drip into a pool beneath her ass.
Jon, too, felt a boiling in his loins and shot his load into Pat's mouth, pulling out so that the last jets of gooey spunk hit her on the cheeks. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh Goddddd I'mmmmm cummmmmiiinngg!"
The boys fell exhausted onto either side of her. Pat took several minutes to recover before she reminded them of their promise. "You're going to let me go, now, aren't you?"
"I don't know," Jon said. "You're gonna tell on us."
"Oh, no, no, I won't," Pat said and smiled hopefully. "No, not after this. You boys made me feel so good, I wouldn't tell on you, ever!"
"Well, maybe we should," Jon said with a shrug. "Besides, I don't think I can get it up anymore, anyway."
"I bet I could," Zach boasted. Jon looked at him sharply. "But... well, OK, we'll let her go."
The boys got off the bed and walked to its head, untying the knots that held the ropes to the posts. Pat murmured her thanks as Jon slipped the last knots on his side and she pulled her left hand free, the noose still tied to it but the other end slipping along the bed. She turned toward Zach, who slipped off his side -- but sudden yanked the rope over as he leaped across the bed and began to tie it to the bedpost on the opposite corner.Pat moaned in protest, but she was too weakened from the exertion to fight back as Zach tied her right hand up and yanked her left over, twisting her over onto her stomach.
"Zach, Zach, you promised! Jon, please, make him let me go!" Pat sobbed into the pillow as Jon backed away from the bed. "I don't know, Zach," he said with a quiver in his voice. "We promised..."
"There's no way we're getting away with this," Zach barked at the younger boy. "If I'm gonna get in trouble, it might as well be worth it!" He stroked his cock until it stiffened again. Dipping two fingers into Pat's cunt, he soaked them in her juices and then slipped them into her tight, puckered anus.
"Oh, NNOOOOOOO!" Pat twisted and shook under him. Zach straddled her legs and slapped her buttocks until they turned bright red. "Shut up, bitch! I'm gonna fuck your butt and you're gonna like it, goddamn it!" Satisfied that her hole was lubricated, he rubbed some of her fluids on his cock and then put the tip up to her anus. As Jon stared, fascinated, Zach steadily pressed the tip forward until Pat's anus was stretched wide enough to take it all in. One smooth thrust and he was in her anus. A deep groan, muffled by a pillow, showed that Pat was giving up. Zach held her waist up so he had the proper angle as he forced his cock into her anus over and over, scraping along her tight tunnel. In just a few minutes he shouted out again, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your anus, you bitch!" and shot a jet of steaming cum into her. "God, noooooo!" Pat cried in agony as she felt the semen pour into her again.
As his cock deflated, Zach eased it out of her anus and crawled off the bed. The boys quietly slipped back into their clothes while Pat's body was wracked by sobs.
"See you around," Zach called out as they left her there. "Yeah," Jon said, "and when you see Dad again, tell him we took care of that plumbing problem for him. | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/MikesCollection/Mike 41 Home Improvement.txt |
1,144 | [email protected] (Erin8667) | The Adventures of Zoe | Zoe walked down the stairs in her nightgown. She was on her way to get a midnight snack. Her 17-year-old body had filled out nicely. Her 36B breasts giggled with every step she took. She heard a noise, like a low moan, coming from the living room. She peeked her head around the corner and saw her mother, Cybil, having sex with an unknown man on the couch. She knelt down to watch her mom in action.
Cybil's 45-year-old breasts were still looking good. They started to sag a little, but they were still full and round. Her current love interest, Steve, was feeling them as he slammed his 6-inch cock in and out of her hairy pussy. Zoe could see all this happening from less than fifteen feet away. She was starting to get hot. Zoe slipped a finger up the bottom of her nightgown and began to rub her wet cunt through the fabric of her cotton panties. They were already soaked, so she pushed them aside and dipped her hand into her young snatch. Zoe had had sex numerous times in the past. She wasn't new to this, but she still got off on it. She had seen her mom naked before, but never like this. She really liked it a lot.
Cybil was moaning louder and louder until she finally screamed with pleasure and collapsed onto Steve's chest. Steve kept pumping and in seconds, he blew his load into Cybil's hot snatch. Zoe saw that they were done and went back up to her room before they saw her. She couldn't stop thinking about her mom's body though, so Zoe decided it was time to masturbate. She pulled off her panties and her nightgown. She started by massaging her breasts, cupping them and pinching the nipples. She then dropped a finger down to her pussy. Plunging it in, Zoe moaned with pleasure. She pulled it in and out until she felt her orgasm nearing. She then took her finger out and began rubbing her palm across her mound until the cum gushed out onto her bed. She cleaned it up and went to bed.
The next morning, Zoe trotted down the stairs and saw that Mary Ann, Cybil's best friend, was sitting in the kitchen talking to Cybil. Zoe walked in to get some cereal.
"Morning Zoe," said Cybil, patting her on the back.
"Morning mom, have fun last night?" retorted Zoe.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean did you enjoy the pool boy or who ever he was?"
"You mean Steve. Yes I did enjoy his company, Zoe, but the sex sucked."
The three chuckled mildly for a second or two. Zoe walked around the counter and sat down next to Mary Ann in the bar stool.
"So Mary Ann, how is the sex with you lately?" asked Zoe.
"It sucks. I haven't got laid in two weeks. I am very horny!" replied Mary Ann.
"Sorry..." replied Zoe.
"It's ok kid," said Mary Ann, "Cybil, I'm gonna go take a shower."
"Alright, the towels are in the first closet to the left of the bathroom." Cybil stated.
Mary Ann walked up the stairs. Zoe finished her cereal and retreated back to her room. On her way up the stairs, she felt the urge to piss come on. She heard the water running, so she knew Mary Ann had already started. She knocked on the door. "Mary Ann, can use the can?" screamed Zoe.
"Yeah, just don't flush!" replied Mary Ann. Zoe opened the door and saw the steam pour out from above the shower door. She pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet to do her business. She looked at the ground and saw Mary Ann's bra. 36C. Zoe thought about Mary Ann not getting laid for two weeks. She thought she would do her a favor. Zoe stood up and removed her clothes. Naked, Zoe pulled open the shower door and ogled Mary Ann's naked body. Mary Ann was shocked.
"What the fuck!" Mary Ann screamed, "Oh I see." Mary Ann reached out and cupped Zoe's sweet breast. Zoe lurched forward and kissed Mary Ann on the lips. Zoe's hand lowered down to Mary Ann's pussy. She ran her fingers through the thick hair and slid one into her wide slit. Mary Ann was still fondling and licking Zoe's tits. Zoe's finger slid in and out of Mary Ann's hot cunt. Mary Ann knew she wasn't gonna cum this way, so she said, "Let's go to your bedroom to finish this."
"Ok" agreed Zoe. Mary Ann turned off the water and walked straight across to Zoe's room, leading Zoe by her hand, not even bothering to dry off first. Mary Ann flopped onto the bed and Zoe put her lips to Mary Ann's pussy. She began to lick furiously, using a finger to massage Mary Ann's clit. Mary Ann could feel her orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum!" she screamed. Zoe readied herself, never having done this before. The liquid rushed out into Zoe's awaiting mouth. She had never tasted girl cum before and she liked it. Mary Ann wasted no time though, she sat up and pushed Zoe back onto the bed. Mary Ann began to lap at Zoe's pink flesh. Zoe let out a soft whimper and began to massage her breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples. Her orgasm came very fast.
"OHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSS!!!!" Zoe screamed as hot cum slid out of her and into Mary Ann's eager mouth. Zoe sat up and kissed Mary Ann on the lips, roaming her mouth with her tongue. Zoe reached down and felt Mary Ann's 36C breasts. She applied her tongue to them as well. Mary Ann let out little whimper as Zoe's tongue explored her breasts. Mary Ann slipped a hand around and onto Zoe's firm ass. She squeezed, feeling the soft flesh in her hand.
"Mary Ann! What are you doing up there?"screamed Cybil.
"Uh....Just talking to Zoe, be down in a minute." replied Mary Ann. They both put their clothes back on and departed with a long, wet kiss. Zoe knew this wasn't the last she would see of Mary Ann's naked body.
Later that night, Zoe was in her room playing around on her computer. She heard little moans, like her mom fucking some other guy, so she tip-toed out her door and down the hall to her mom's room. She peeked in and saw Cybil playing with herself, jamming a dildo in and out of her pussy. Zoe, feeling daring and wanting her mom's pussy so bad, took off all her clothes and walked into the room. Cybil was startled and dropped the dildo on the bed.
"What do you need sweety?" asked Cybil, blushing.
"Your pussy," replied Zoe, climbing onto the bed, staring at her mom's pussy. Cybil had been waiting for this day for months, her daughter's sexy figure had caught her eye months ago. Zoe put her tongue right into Cybil's open pussy. Zoe wanted to taste her mom's wonderful juice. She felt it on her tongue and it tasted great. She withdrew and picked up the dildo. Zoe pushed it right into Cybil's throbbing pussy. Cybil screamed with pleasure. She couldn't believe that her 17-year-old daughter was doing this to her. She was in heaven. She could feel her orgasm nearing. Finally, Cybil moaned and let loose. Her girl cum poured out onto the bed. Zoe shot her head down there to lick it up. She loved the way it tasted. She still couldn't get over the fact that she was licking up her own mother's sweet cream. Zoe crawled forward a little and gave her mother a deep kiss. Cybil could taste her own cum in her daughter's mouth.
"Now it's my turn," said Cybil. She leaned her down to Zoe's cunt lips and gave them a nice, long lick. They tasted great. Cybil reached over and grabbed the dildo. She plunged it in all the way to the hilt, and it was 10 inches long. Zoe roared with pain, yet it felt wonderful to her. Cybil pulled in and out with the dildo until Zoe's love juices exited her cunt and Zoe whimpered as her orgasm hit harder than ever before. Cybil lapped up the cum off the bed and reached up to caress Zoe's firm boobs. Zoe loved the feeling of someone touching her tits. Cybil kneaded the flesh of Zoe's tits and played with the nipples. Zoe was giggling with happiness from this feeling. She pushed her hands in between her mother's and touched Cybil's firm, 38C breasts. Cybil moaned lightly as her daughter touched her nipples and swirled her finger around the areolas. Eventually, they collapsed on top of one another and went to sleep. After that day, Zoe spent a lot more time with her mom and Mary Ann. | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/Cybil/cybil.txt |
1,217 | Uncle Mike | Do Not Go Gentle | Zachery and Jonathan had just finished rehearsing the scene where Tim tried to teach them how to use a belt sander. They were walking back to their dressing room, talking about baseball, when Zach shushed Jon and pulled him aside.
One of the dressing room doors was open, and they could see the new chick, Debbe Dunning, the one who played the announcer on the "Tool Time" show, undressing.
She was peeling off the tight T-shirt, exposing a pair of firm young breasts held in check by a lacy white bra. As the shirt came all the way off, they saw her blonde hair bounce free. Turning her back to the door, she unbuttoned her denim shorts and pulled them down, then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. When she yanked down her white cotton panties, they could see her sexy ass and a glimpse of pink at her crotch. To the boys' disappointment, she pulled on a pair of blue silk panties before she turned around again. But at least that gave them a clear view of her tits, jiggly globes that showed white against her deep tan.
It was then that firm hands gripped both boys by their necks and pulled them away from the door.
"Get out of there, you two!" It was Patricia Richardson, who played their mom on the show. She must have just come in; she wasn't in any of the scenes they'd rehearsed so far, but she had a full schedule later that afternoon. "What were you ... Oh, I get it."
"We weren't doin' nothing," Zach protested. He was a husky teenager who didn't appreciate getting scolded at his age, especially by someone who wasn't even his real mom. "Besides, it's not your business."
"You should be ashamed of yourself. And you, too, Jon. And hey, in there," she called through the door, "close this door, huh? Next thing you know Taron'll be hanging around too."
The young actress stuck her head out the door and looked down the hallway with a puzzled expression as Pat pushed Zach and Jon toward their own dressing room.
"I'm not going to tell Tim about this one," Pat told them, "but if I catch you doing something like that again I will. You're on pretty thin ice anyway. And you know it. Pulling that stunt with calling in sick to try to get a raise WAS pretty stupid, you know."
Jon mumbled an apology for peeping. "Yeah, what he said," Zach added.
"Well, you just behave yourselves." Pat turned to go down to the end of the hall and her own room. "Oh, and one more thing." The boys stopped on their way into their room and looked at her with disgusted expressions. "You two have another scene in about half an hour, right?" They nodded. "Look, can you tell Tim I'm here? I was up half the night at some stupid promotion and I need a nap. Tell him I'll be on the set at 5 when our scene starts."
With that, Pat slipped into her dressing room and the boys, grumbling, walked into theirs. "Damn bitch," Zach groused. "Yeah, who the fuck does she think she is? She ain't the star of this show," Jon agreed. "She's no better'n we are."
They took turns in their bathroom and played some quick Nintendo before going out for their next scene. As soon as they got to the set, though, the star, Tim Allen, shouted out their names from across the soundstage and came limping over.
"I've had it with you two," he yelled as he reached them.
"What did we do?" Jon asked, looking as innocent as an angel.
"Cut the crap with me, kid. You blew it this time. Thought it would be really cute to trick Taron with those boards, didn't you?" Zach barked out a laugh, then tried to compose his face into a more sober expression. Zach and Jon had been playing around with some prop lumber, stuff precut so it would break easily. They clobbered each other over the head and stuff, managing to convince Taron, who played their kid brother, that the whole pile was phony. They were hoping he'd clobber himself on the head with a real board.
Unfortunately for them, as Tim quickly explained, Taron hadn't hit himself. He'd taken a swing at Tim, smashing him solidly in the kneecap. Unfortunately for Taron, Tim had been holding a belt sander at the time, his grip not very sure to begin with because of a burn he'd suffered in a stunt a few weeks earlier. Tim dropped the sander on Taron, scraping his leg and smashing the little boy's left foot.
"Look, I'm gonna go to the hospital with Taron, but we're gonna talk about this tomorrow," Tim told Zach and Jon, who hung their heads in mock contrition. "I don't give a damn what kind of contract you've got, I'm gonna find a way to get you off this show. I mean it! I've had it with you two." As he limped off, one of the producers came up and walked with him, deep in conversation. As Tim got to the edge of the set, the producer turned around and walked back. "OK, people, that's it for today," he called out. "We're canceling production. We'll pick everything up tomorrow, usual time, starting from where we left off. Suzy, honey, I've gotta go to my Brentwood office; come on with me and we'll make up the new schedules on the way over. We'll fax them to everyone's homes tonight."
Murmurs and muzzled hurrahs greeted the announcement. Suzy, the producer's assistant, scanned the set to make sure everyone had heard. She turned to Zach. "Hey, sweetie, have you seen Pat around?"
"Yeah, she's in her dressing roo..." Brad's answer was cut short by an elbow in his ribs from Jon.
"Dressing room, huh? I'd better go tell her," Suzy said. But before she could move, the producer came by and grabbed her by the arm. "We've gotta get moving, Suze," he insisted.
Jon cut in. "Hey, we can tell Pat," he offered.
"Would you? That's great. You're a sweetheart," Suzy called over her shoulder as she and the producer strode off.
"We can tell Pat," Zach repeated in a snide whisper. "What the hell was that, Jon? We're gonna get fired from the show and you're doing favors?"
"It ain't a favor if you don't do it," Jon said.
"Huh?"
"Just shut up and come with me." Jon pulled the older boy along, saying goodbye to various crew members along the way as everyone rushed to get out of the building. An unexpected day off was too much of a treat for anyone to waste much time. Zach and Jon felt like salmon swimming upstream as they made their way through the stream of stagehands and slipped into their dressing room.
As they sat inside, they heard the scramble of departures thin out until all was quiet. Jon ordered Zach to keep quiet awhile longer, until he was sure everyone had left -- everyone except themselves, of course, and Pat Richardson, who was apparently still sleeping soundly in her dressing room.
At last Zach could wait no longer, and he demanded to know what was going on. "It's just us and Pat," Jon explained.
"Yeah, so?"
"So, doofus, we're already fired from the show, right?"
"Well, practically."
"Yeah. And with our reps, no other show in town is gonna hire us, right?"
"I don't know..."
"Trust me. So what are we gonna do, go back to some lame regular school? Have our parents running our lives again? I say, if we're gonna go out, let's go out with a bang. A real bang: we're gonna fuck Pat."
"What? Are you crazy? What makes you think she's gonna fuck us? She hates us!"
Jon snorted. "Don't make no difference what she wants, asshole. We're gonna make her."
"That's rape!"
"So what? We're minors! What are they gonna do, put us in juvie hall? Hell, with all the money we've made so far, our folks should be able to find some lawyer who can get us off. That's if Pat goes to the cops, too. Think it's gonna look real good for the show if we get nailed for rape? They'll probably pay us off to get the hell away from here!"
"Well, maybe ..." Zach wasn't quite sure, but he thought about Pat. She didn't get to wear any really sexy stuff on the show, but she'd had on enough short dresses and low-cut shit to make it clear she had a damn good body. And the thought of losing his virginity to an older woman seemed pretty exciting. "OK, I'm in. So what do we do, go to her dressing room now?"
"No, stupid. Number One, her room's locked. Number Two, she's got a phone in there."
"So how are we gonna get her?"
"THINK! What's the first scene she's in today? It's a bedroom scene! She's supposed to be in her nightgown, complaining to Tim about the plumbing. So she's gonna come out of her dressing room at 5 o'clock, in her nightgown, and walk right onto the set. And that's where we'll be, waiting for her."
"Come on, like she's not gonna notice nobody else is here?"
"Sure, she'll notice. But who's she gonna be able to ask? She'll know something's wrong, but she'll come onto the set anyway. Maybe she'll think it's some kinda surprise party. So come on, we have to hit the workshop set."
Jon and Zach roamed around the soundstage, getting ready for Pat's entrance. By 5, they were finished and hiding on opposite sides of the bedroom set.
They heard Pat calling out as she came closer. "Hey, where is everybody? Guys? Hey, guys! Come on, Tim, we're supposed to be talking plumbing!" She came out of the darkness and into a pool of light around the bed, craning her head around to peer into the corners.
She had on a sheer black negligee over a black silk nightgown, cut low enough to show the beginning of the shadowy valley between her full breasts.Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders, framing an oval face with full lips. The nightgown was short, exposing long, slender legs that flowed to perfectly turned ankles.
Soundlessly, Zach and Jon emerged from the shadows on either side of her. Pat started in surprise. "Jesus Christ, guys, you scared me!" she said. "Where the hell is everybody?"
"Everybody's gone for the day," Jon said, his voice low and steady.
"Yeah, right," Pat answered acidly. "So what's going on... Is this one of those Bloopers and Practical Jokes shows?"
"Yeah, that's it," Zach said. "And we're supposed to trick you into getting on the bed. Yeah!"
Pat looked at him strangely. "What do you mean? What..." As she turned toward Zach, Jon slipped up from behind and grabbed her around the waist, heaving her back and tossing her onto the bed.
"What the hell!" Pat screamed in protest as Jon grabbed one of her wrists and Zach got the other. They pulled her arms up, slipping her wrists into loops of rope they'd tied to the bedposts while she was asleep in her room. Quickly they tightened the ropes and moved to her feet, tackling her legs as she tried to kick them away.
"Shout all you want, 'Mommy,'" Jon sneered. "But you're gonna get fucked by your little sons." The boys tied her feet securely with ropes attached to the foot of the bed.
"You little shits! You let me go this instant!" Pat twisted and struggled but couldn't break free, and the rough ropes chafed her skin as she strained at her bonds. "Oh, God, now what?" Jon had pulled a knife from beneath the bed.
"Chill out, Mom," he said cheerfully. "We're not gonna cut you. We're just gonna fuck you." He sliced down the sides of her negligee and nightgown and yanked the flimsy material away. She lay before them spread-eagled, her breasts confined only by a black push-up bra, a skimpy pair of black silk panties guarding her crotch. With a flick of the knife, Jon split the middle of the bra and her breasts bounced free as Zach pulled off the cups. Two more flicks and her panties were off.
Zach and Jon quickly stripped themselves, staring at the vision before them. Pat's large breasts had wide, dark brown aureoles with thick nipples. A furry mound of dark hair covered her mound. With her legs spread by the ropes, she couldn't conceal the pink folds of her cunt from their hungry gaze.
Pat screamed at them to stop, pleaded with them to let her go, begged them not to touch her. Ignoring all her supplications, Zach and Jon let their hands roam freely over their "mother's" body, feeling the throb of her heartbeat under her heaving breasts, the fuzz of her smooth stomach, the crinkly caress of her pubic hair. While Jon stroked her long legs, Zach kissed his way up from her hardening nipples to her neck, sucking and licking, then pressed his lips to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. His hands rubbed her tits wildly. Jon moved up from her legs, nuzzling up her thighs until his mouth was poised over her tender pussy lips. He flicked his tongue at the entrance to her cunt, then spread the lips with his fingers and buried his face in her muff, plunging his tongue into her.
When Zach broke their kiss, Pat sobbed out, "God, please, don't do it! Zach, Jon, don't do it! Please don't!"
Zach shut her up by smothering her with a kiss again. Jon lifted his face from her now-wet cunt and crawled forward until his cock, engorged with blood, was poised at the entrance. "I'm fucking you, Mommy! It's tool time!" he bellowed as he rammed his dick into her. Her hips lifted off the bed before he slammed them down with a deep thrust.
As Jon drove into her again and again, Zach crawled onto Pat's chest and placed his cock between her tits, squeezing them together around it with his hands. He began to match Jon's strokes with his own, thrilling to the sight of the head of his dick disappearing between Pat's mounds only to poke out again, pointed straight at her lips.
Quickly both boys shot their wads. Jon's burst inside Pat's pussy while Zach's splattered her neck and chin. As they slipped off her, she again begged them to let her go.
"Let you go? I don't think so," Jon said with a sly smile. "You know what, Pat? I don't think you like us. Why should we let you go when you don't like us? Why don't we just keep you here?"
Pat's eyes were wide and rimmed with tears. She twisted her head to look at each boy in turn, hoping to see some sign of remorse or pity, but couldn't find any. Swallowing hard, she tried another tack.
"Look, I'll make you a deal."
"You're not the one to be making deals," Zach said.
"Sshhh. Let her talk," Jon cut in. "What's the deal?"
Pat drew a deep breath. "You can do whatever you want with me, but you're not really getting anything good, you know..."
"We're getting you pretty damn good," Zach burst out.
"Well, yeah," Pat said, "but it's not like a real fuck. I mean, I'm all tied up. I can't really do anything. If you untie me, I can show you what a fuck's really like."
Zach and Jon looked at each other over Pat's naked body. "What do you think, Zach?"
"Well, I would like to see what it's like," Zach said. "But if we let her go, she's gonna run off!"
"Not if we just untie her legs," Jon reasoned. He turned to Pat. "How's that? We untie your legs and you give us a real fuck. Then we'll let you go."
"No deal," the older woman said.
"I told you," Zach said sharply, "you ain't making any deals. Take it or leave it."
Pat closed her eyes and sighed. "OK, fine. Untie my legs."
Jon slipped the loops off her ankles and Pat bent her legs at the knees, relieving some of the stiffness. Zach crawled around and got between her thighs, positioning himself. Jon, meanwhile, moved to the head of the bed and pushed his cock up to Pat's lips.
"Hey, what are you doing?" she cried out. "That wasn't the deal..."
"Shut up, Mommy," Jon whispered hoarsely. "Mommy's gonna suck her son's dick. If Mommy don't suck dick, Mommy don't go free."
Pat shut her eyes tightly and opened her mouth. Jon slid his cock, slippery with cum and pussy juices, past her lips. She pursed them around his rod and sucked hard on his cock as he pushed it in and out. "Godddd, that's good," Jon breathed in awe. "You're one hell of a cocksucker! Ohhhh, Godddd! Suck that cock! Yes!"
Zach grew jealous of Jon's excitement and pressed his own dick into Pat's pussy, feeling her spongy cunt expand to take him in and then close around his dick, enfolding it in a hot, soaking wet grip. True to her word, Pat responded to his bucking with her own motion. She drew her legs up and around Zach's slender hips, meeting each thrust of his with one of her own. Zach grunted as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper into her hot box, passionate shouts forcing themselves out of him as sweat beaded on his chest and soaked the sheets.
Jon gripped the bed's headboard with both hands as Pat's stroking lips and thrashing tongue drove him into a frenzy. Her nostrils flared with effort as his cock filled her mouth. She took him in up to the hilt, the head of his dick slamming into the back of her throat as she sucked down hard on his rod. "Damn, you're good!" Jon shouted out, shaking the headboard as her sucking made his entire body quake. "Damn! Suck that cock! Take it all in!"
The bed was creaking and quivering under their bodies as Zach continued to drive his cock into her flooded cunt. She wiggled her ass under him and he could feel the gentle pressure as her pussy jiggled around his dick. Pat lifted her legs higher, allowing him to plunge even deeper inside her until their crotches ground together and he could feel their pelvic bones slamming together on every downthrust. "Oh, fuck!" Zach screamed in ecstasy, "Oh, fuck, that's good! Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" With a piercing scream he exploded in orgasm, cum pulsing out of him and deep into Pat's cunt, quickly filling it and oozing out around his softening prick to mix with her pussy juices and drip into a pool beneath her ass.
Jon, too, felt a boiling in his loins and shot his load into Pat's mouth, pulling out so that the last jets of gooey spunk hit her on the cheeks. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh Goddddd I'mmmmm cummmmmiiinngg!"
The boys fell exhausted onto either side of her. Pat took several minutes to recover before she reminded them of their promise. "You're going to let me go, now, aren't you?"
"I don't know," Jon said. "You're gonna tell on us."
"Oh, no, no, I won't," Pat said and smiled hopefully. "No, not after this. You boys made me feel so good, I wouldn't tell on you, ever!"
"Well, maybe we should," Jon said with a shrug. "Besides, I don't think I can get it up anymore, anyway."
"I bet I could," Zach boasted. Jon looked at him sharply. "But... well, OK, we'll let her go."
The boys got off the bed and walked to its head, untying the knots that held the ropes to the posts. Pat murmured her thanks as Jon slipped the last knots on his side and she pulled her left hand free, the noose still tied to it but the other end slipping along the bed. She turned toward Zach, who slipped off his side - but suddenly yanked the rope over as he leaped across the bed and began to tie it to the bedpost on the opposite corner. Pat moaned in protest, but she was too weakened from the exertion to fight back as Zach tied her right hand up and yanked her left over, twisting her over onto her stomach.
"Zach, Zach, you promised! Jon, please, make him let me go!" Pat sobbed into the pillow as Jon backed away from the bed. "I don't know, Zach," he said with a quiver in his voice. "We promised..."
"There's no way we're getting away with this," Zach barked at the younger boy. "If I'm gonna get in trouble, it might as well be worth it!" He stroked his cock until it stiffened again. Dipping two fingers into Pat's cunt, he soaked them in her juices and then slipped them into her tight, puckered asshole.
"Oh, NNOOOOOOO!" Pat twisted and shook under him.Zach straddled her legs and slapped her butt cheeks until they turned bright red. "Shut up, bitch! I'm going to fuck your butt and you're going to like it, goddamn it!" Satisfied that her hole was lubricated, he rubbed some of her fluids on his cock and then put the tip up to her ass. As Jon stared, fascinated, Zach steadily pressed the tip forward until Pat's asshole was stretched wide enough to take it all in. With one smooth thrust, he was in her ass. A deep groan, muffled by a pillow, showed that Pat was giving up. Zach held her waist up so he had the proper angle as he forced his cock into her ass over and over, scraping along her tight tunnel. In just a few minutes, he shouted out again, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your ass, you bitch!" and shot a jet of steaming cum into her. "God, no!" Pat cried in agony as she felt the jism pour into her again.
As his cock deflated, Zach eased it out of her ass and crawled off the bed. The boys quietly slipped back into their clothes while Pat's body was wracked by sobs.
"See you around," Zach called out as they left her there. "Yeah," Jon said, "and when you see Dad again, tell him we took care of that plumbing problem for him." | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/HomeImprovement/donotg.txt |
3,978 | PJ | Diablo: Zara's Quest | Zara walked softly through the pitch-black passageway, the glow of her Falchion of Radiance lighting her way. The rogue opened her mind to the Sight, seeking any evil creatures that might be lying in wait to ambush her again. Zara had been descending deeper into the catacombs for hours, fighting the occasional skeleton or zombie, but finding no sign of where the undead had taken her companion Isolde. Unable to find the mage girl, Zara reasoned that the Master was her most likely captor, and that he would reside deeper within the corrupt catacombs of the monastery.
Zara reached an intersection, with branching passages going right, left, and straight ahead. With the Sight offering no guidance, Zara guessed and walked left. The slim girl advanced down the new hallway until she reached an open chamber with a pedestal as its only ornamentation. Zara walked up to the pedestal, discovering that a single book lay upon its surface. The book was bound with red hide and had golden script written on the cover and the spine. Zara examined the book and pedestal with her Sight until she was sure there were no hidden traps. She gently picked up the book with both hands, reading the object's title, "The Book of Blood". Zara opened the book, but could not decipher any of the mystical text. She knew it was mage script, since she had seen similar writing in many of Adria's spell books, but she could not comprehend whatever magic lay in this volume. As Zara placed the Book of Blood in her pack for later study, a secret door slid open in the wall facing her. A huge humanoid-shaped monster with dull grey skin and a single jutting horn on his forehead roared in challenge, his large feet shaking the stone floor of the room as he entered.
"Shit!" swore Zara, reaching for her Hunter's Bow. As Zara backed away towards the room's exit, the Horned Demon charged forward, shattering the book's pedestal to dust as he advanced. Zara drew back her bow's string, launching several arrows into the demon's chest. The Horned Demon bellowed with pain, but did not slow down as he pounded towards Zara. Zara fled out of the room and into the wide hallway, firing arrows occasionally as she retreated. The shafts smacked into the Horned Demon's tough hide, releasing gouts of black blood into the air. The demon grunted with each impact, walking implacably after the rogue girl. Crouching low to the dust-laden floor, the Horned Demon charged, roaring so loud Zara's ears ached. The rogue shouldered her bow before aiming her right hand at the monster and casting Firebolt. The sizzling projectile splashed against the demon's arrow-pitted chest, searing his hide. The Horned Demon groaned, stumbling slightly while he continued to charge. Zara hastily cast another Firebolt before unslinging her bow and resuming her arrow barrage. The flaming missile smacked into the first spell wound, burning even deeper into the demon's chest. Three arrows followed the spell, feathering the hideous wound smoking in the demon's torso. The Horned Demon's charge slowed to a stop, he rasped for breath, his body trembling until it finally collapsed and failed on the hallway floor.
Zara exhaled loudly, wiping perspiration from her pale brow. She carefully walked around the dead monster, re-entering the book chamber. She kept an arrow ready in her weapon as she peeked into the secret door, checking for more monsters before entering. Detecting no signs of immediate danger, Zara entered the hidden room, finding a second pedestal and a glowing red gem on the floor beside it. Drawing close to the pedestal, Zara saw that it was really a small altar, with three indentations for gem-sized objects. Zara picked up the glowing ruby, compared it to one of the spaces, then tentatively placed the gem inside it. A grinding sound alerted Zara as a secret door opened in the right-hand wall. Several Horned Demons growled loudly, shouldering against each other in their eagerness to attack. Zara raised her right arm, chanting Charged Bolt smoothly. Lightning shot from her hand to the secret door opening, lashing out at the clustered demons. The Horned Demons screamed as the lightning nibbled at their hides, leaving painful burns on their flesh. Zara cast another Charged Bolt, filling the crowded wall opening with more flashing electricity. The rogue girl summoned bolt after bolt until all of the Horned Demons were dead and most of her mana had been expended. She leaned against the altar, her legs quivering with exhaustion. Zara fumbled inside her pack, grasping a crystal vial filled with blue liquid. She popped the wax seal and sucked down the bitter elixir. Fresh magic burned in Zara's body, restoring her mana levels.
Zara dragged the smoking bodies out of the doorway so she could wriggle through to the room beyond. The chamber was empty except for another glowing red gem that rested in a far corner. Zara took the gem, returning to the altar room and placing it in the second space carved into the altar's surface. The wall to the left shook as a panel opened within it. Two Horned Demons roared as they marched towards Zara. The rogue picked up her idle falchion, rushing forward to impale the lead demon in the stomach. Hot black blood gushed over Zara's arm as she rammed her weapon again and again into the lumbering monster's belly. The Horned Demon swiped weakly at Zara before he fell limply to the floor. The second demon kicked his comrade aside, slashing at Zara with a huge grey claw. Razor-sharp nails sliced across Zara's chest, leaving four rents in her leather armor. Zara stumbled back from the force of the blow, then slashed up with her sword. She cut deep into the demon's left wrist, making him grunt in pain. The demon swung down with his right fist, smashing a deep hole in the floor while Zara agilely leapt away from the attack. Zara lunged forward in a crouch, sticking the demon in the left leg with her blade. The Horned Demon swiped at Zara again, missing his target. Roaring with frustration, the demon lowered his head and charged at the slim young woman. Zara dodged aside too slowly, she grunted as the Horned Demon crashed into her body and propelled her against the far wall. Zara smacked loudly into the unforgiving stone, she heard several ribs snap inside her from the force of the charge. Held up against the wall by the Horned Demon's enormous body, Zara raised her falchion with both hands and plunged it into the monster's thick, vulnerable neck. The demon shuddered from the blow, placing his hands on the wall for support while Zara stabbed him over and over. Coughing up blood, the Horned Demon fell away from the wall and Zara, flopping bonelessly to the floor.
Zara fell to the floor in a heap, her sides burning with agony. She wiped saliva from her mouth, every breath sending fresh stabs of pain through her body. Zara used all of her mana to heal herself, the magic re-knitting her broken ribs. She staggered to her feet, using the wall for support, her body still weak and drained from spell casting. Zara searched the Horned Demons' lair, finding a third blood stone inside. Carefully, Zara placed the third stone in its receptacle, her glowing falchion held ready when another secret door opened in the wall facing her. No Horned Demons charged forward, to the great relief of the rogue girl. Zara slowly entered the dark chamber beyond the open portal, gasping in surprise when she beheld a suit of gleaming golden splint mail resting on a wooden upright frame. Enchanted runes adorned the armor's arm braces and ankle guards. Powerful magic resonated from the suit when Zara used her Sight to examine it. Zara ran her hand over the cool steel of the armor, excited by the power burning within it. Checking to see that no monsters approached from the entryway, Zara stripped off her leather armor and weapons until she stood only in her white panties. She carefully clasped the golden splint mail over her white flesh, encasing her sensuous form in the protective metal. The enchanted suit altered itself to hug close to her body, it molded to conform with her feminine curves. The armor was light, Zara could move as easily as if she was still wearing her leather gear. She re-belted her sword, then shouldered her pack and bow. Zara was adjusting her ponytail of hair when a flaming arrow smashed into her armored chest and knocked her off her feet.
Two skeletons roughly lowered the naked girl from the metal cross, her bare skin wrinkled tightly over her bones, blue with the tint of death."She had a sweet pussy," mourned Leoric, watching from his throne as the skeletons carried the limp body away to be devoured by his undead minions. Isolde sat next to the undead king's left leg, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, her bare skin white and luminescent in the bleak darkness. Leoric fondled her thick black hair, petting her like a prized hound.
A barely clothed zombie male shambled into the crypt, halting before Leoric and performing a parody of a bow. "Blackash...sent," drooled the zombie, his eyes glazed and staring. "Girl found Book of Blood...unlocked Armor of Valor."
"No, it cannot be!" snarled Leoric, yanking painfully on Isolde's hair, making her whimper softly. "What is Blackash doing?"
"Attacking her...as you said," gibbered the zombie.
"Go to Bilefroth's slave pit, bring him to me at once!" shouted Leoric, trembling with rage and fingering the rune-laden iron crown resting on his deathly grey brow.
"Master," hissed the zombie, bowing deeply again before shuffling out of the crypt.
"The bitch is too close, too close," muttered Leoric, nibbling the flesh off of a finger on his right hand.
"Fuck me, Master! Please!" begged Isolde, reaching out to fondle his crotch while her left hand strayed to her burning cunt.
"Not now, whore!" spat Leoric, slapping Isolde away.
Isolde sat up again, rubbing her bruised right cheek tenderly. She smiled wantonly, licking her lips. "Thank you, Master. That felt good," purred the naked girl.
"Did it? Would you like more?" rumbled Leoric, uncoiling a whip from his belt, snapping it with a flick of his wrist.
"Yes, Master! Please, hurt me," moaned Isolde, looking up at the king with slavish adoration, her left hand rubbing her wet pussy desperately.
"As you wish," smiled Leoric, his sunken eyes smoldering with lust as he raised the whip's handle and lashed Isolde's bare back. The naked girl shuddered with ecstasy when the leather licked across her warm skin. Leoric snapped the whip again, creating a long, angry welt across Isolde's spine. Isolde moved to rest on her hands and knees, presenting her small, firm ass to her lord. Leoric licked his dry lips, baring sharp yellow fangs while he cracked the whip over his ensorcelled slave. Isolde moaned with each new bruise, she wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with excitement as her flesh trembled from the whip's cruel kisses. Isolde's buttocks and back were cris-crossed with throbbing red welts.
"Bind her over my tomb," ordered Leoric, dangling his whip along the dust-draped floor.
Two stationary skeletons emerged from their posts along a wall, taking the prone, moaning girl and dragging her to the undead king's resting place. The skeletons pressed Isolde against the lid of the tomb, arching her back until she almost lay atop the cold stone sarcophagus. One skeleton grabbed Isolde's wrists and bound them together with black leather cord while the other placed a gag inside the naked girl's slack mouth. Leoric positioned himself in front of Isolde, admiring her pumping tits and quivering wet cunt. The undead king swung his whip forward, bruising Isolde's left breast. The young girl groaned in her gag, her pussy releasing a fresh flood of thick honey. Leoric hurried to his knees, lapping up the trembling girl's cum. He shoved his face into Isolde's pussy, sucking her juices as they flowed out of her hot vagina. Isolde closed her eyes in bliss, she thrust out her hips, rubbing her crotch against Leoric's rotting face. She held her arms limply over her head, enjoying the feel of the leather bonds as they pressed against her slim wrists.
"Your pussy is so good," murmured Leoric, slowly licking up her slit with his long, slimy tongue. He licked Isolde's inner thighs, savoring the taste of her warm skin. Discarding the whip, Leoric kicked Isolde's legs apart, undid his breeches, and slammed his hardened cock into the bound girl's cunt. Isolde moaned deeply into her gag, her vagina clamping tightly around her undead lover's shaft. Leoric grappled with Isolde's young breasts, pressing against them as he thrust into her hot tight hole. The king tore away Isolde's gag, leaning down to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Isolde groaned, caressing Leoric's decayed tongue with her own living one. Leoric explored Isolde's throat, his lips devouring hers.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" begged Isolde, pumping her hips in time with Leoric's, shoving her pussy against the king's impaling spear. Leoric filled his hands with Isolde's rich black hair, licking her quivering neck, tasting the sweet life that coursed through her blood. Leoric pressed his body over Isolde's, he held onto her bound wrists with his hands as he thrust with all his undead strength into the yielding girl's cunt. The king felt Isolde's hot breath on his cheek as she orgasmed, her vagina squeezing his member while a stream of honey poured from her womb onto his crotch. Leoric grabbed his chalice, gathering her pussy juices before mixing it with his own cream. He gave the cup to Isolde, watching her greedily drink the heady potion, binding her to him for another day. When Isolde had finished the musky brew, Leoric retrieved his chalice, pushing off of the girl's firm body.
"Put her on the cross," ordered Leoric, returning to his throne and sitting down heavily.
The two skeleton servants took Isolde's limp arms and carried her naked body to the metal cross vacated by the recently deceased female prisoner. The skeletons pushed Isolde up against the cross, quickly closing metal restraints over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. Isolde moaned softly, her head dangling forward on her heaving chest, her long black hair falling over her face like a funeral veil. Leoric admired Isolde's naked form hanging from the cold iron cross, his lips still sticky with drops of her cum.
"Blackash must slay the rogue," whispered Leoric.
Zara hid behind the wooden frame that had once held the Armor of Valor. She yanked the smoldering arrow from her chest as two more burning shafts smacked into the frame's surface. The rogue girl glanced around the frame, spotting a single skeleton that burned like an oil-drenched torch. The skeleton raised an iron bow adorned with several red-glowing runes. He drew back his bowstring, which ignited the arrow nocked within it. The skeleton fired the arrow, missing Zara's right cheek by a hair width. Zara ducked back behind the frame, preparing her own Hunter's bow for firing.
Blackash lowered himself to a crouch, an arrow flaming in his bow, as he silently moved right to get a clear shot at Zara. When the rogue girl dived away from the frame, Blackash fired, scoring a hit on Zara's left thigh. Zara grunted from the hit, firing her own arrow at the skeleton. The projectile smashed one of Blackash's left ribs but did no appreciable damage. Blackash fired several more arrows in quick succession, hitting Zara's back and upper left thigh. The arrows snapped against Zara's enchanted armor, but the impacts did slow the girl down. Zara launched a stream of arrows, smashing more of Blackash's ribs and chipping away at his flaming arms. As the skeleton staggered backwards, Zara dropped her bow and drew her falchion, sprinting towards the reeling undead. Blackash fired his bow, sending two smoking arrows deep into Zara's belly. Zara groaned, but maintained her charge, raising her sword at Blackash. Before the skeleton could loose another shaft, Zara hacked down with her falchion, severing her foe's right arm. The enchanted bow fell to the floor with a clatter as Zara smashed the skeleton into a pile of flickering debris.
Zara tore the arrows out of her stomach, groaning loudly with pain as her blood poured over her golden armor. She pressed her left hand over her wounds, maintaining pressure while she tore a bandage from her pack. Wrapping the thick cloth around her lower torso, Zara retrieved her bow, gathered Blackash's weapon, then took a scroll of Town Portal from her pack. She recited the spell, barely waiting for the magical gateway to open before she plunged inside.
"You called, Leoric?" growled the massive Overlord named Bilefroth.
"Yes, we have a problem," replied the undead king, draped in the darkness surrounding his throne.
"It had better be important, I was breaking in two new slaves," purred the demon, tugging on two chains in his right claw that led to choke collars fastened around the necks of two young beautiful naked girls.
"Your toys can wait. You must kill a rogue known as Zara before our Dark Lord finds out about her," spat Leoric, "or else both of our lives are forfeit!" | null | Chapter 7 | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year98/14094.txt |
4,951 | PJ | Diablo: Zara's Quest | Zara walked softly through the pitch-black passageway, the glow of her Falchion of Radiance lighting her way. The rogue opened her mind to the Sight, seeking any evil creatures that might be lying in wait to ambush her again. Zara had been descending deeper into the catacombs for hours, fighting the occasional skeleton or zombie, but finding no sign of where the undead had taken her companion Isolde. Unable to find the mage girl, Zara reasoned that the Master was her most likely captor, and that he would reside deeper within the corrupt catacombs of the monastery.
Zara reached an intersection, with branching passages going right, left, and straight ahead. With the Sight offering no guidance, Zara guessed and walked left. The slim girl advanced down the new hallway until she reached an open chamber with a pedestal as its only ornamentation. Zara walked up to the pedestal, discovering that a single book lay upon its surface. The book was bound with red hide and had golden script written on the cover and the spine. Zara examined the book and pedestal with her Sight until she was sure there were no hidden traps. She gently picked up the book with both hands, reading the object's title, "The Book of Blood". Zara opened the book, but could not decipher any of the mystical text. She knew it was mage script, since she had seen similar writing in many of Adria's spell books, but she could not comprehend whatever magic lay in this volume. As Zara placed the Book of Blood in her pack for later study, a secret door slid open in the wall facing her. A huge humanoid-shaped monster with dull grey skin and a single jutting horn on his forehead roared in challenge, his large feet shaking the stone floor of the room as he entered.
"Shit!" swore Zara, reaching for her Hunter's Bow. As Zara backed away towards the room's exit, the Horned Demon charged forward, shattering the book's pedestal to dust as he advanced. Zara drew back her bow's string, launching several arrows into the demon's chest. The Horned Demon bellowed with pain, but did not slow down as he pounded towards Zara. Zara fled out of the room and into the wide hallway, firing arrows occasionally as she retreated. The shafts smacked into the Horned Demon's tough hide, releasing gouts of black blood into the air. The demon grunted with each impact, walking implacably after the rogue girl. Crouching low to the dust-laden floor, the Horned Demon charged, roaring so loud Zara's ears ached. The rogue shouldered her bow before aiming her right hand at the monster and casting Firebolt. The sizzling projectile splashed against the demon's arrow-pitted chest, searing his hide. The Horned Demon groaned, stumbling slightly while he continued to charge. Zara hastily cast another Firebolt before unslinging her bow and resuming her arrow barrage. The flaming missile smacked into the first spell wound, burning even deeper into the demon's chest. Three arrows followed the spell, feathering the hideous wound smoking in the demon's torso. The Horned Demon's charge slowed to a stop, he rasped for breath, his body trembling until it finally collapsed and failed on the hallway floor.
Zara exhaled loudly, wiping perspiration from her pale brow. She carefully walked around the dead monster, re-entering the book chamber. She kept an arrow ready in her weapon as she peeked into the secret door, checking for more monsters before entering. Detecting no signs of immediate danger, Zara entered the hidden room, finding a second pedestal and a glowing red gem on the floor beside it. Drawing close to the pedestal, Zara saw that it was really a small altar, with three indentations for gem-sized objects. Zara picked up the glowing ruby, compared it to one of the spaces, then tentatively placed the gem inside it. A grinding sound alerted Zara as a secret door opened in the right-hand wall. Several Horned Demons growled loudly, shouldering against each other in their eagerness to attack. Zara raised her right arm, chanting Charged Bolt smoothly. Lightning shot from her hand to the secret door opening, lashing out at the clustered demons. The Horned Demons screamed as the lightning nibbled at their hides, leaving painful burns on their flesh. Zara cast another Charged Bolt, filling the crowded wall opening with more flashing electricity. The rogue girl summoned bolt after bolt until all of the Horned Demons were dead and most of her mana had been expended. She leaned against the altar, her legs quivering with exhaustion. Zara fumbled inside her pack, grasping a crystal vial filled with blue liquid. She popped the wax seal and sucked down the bitter elixir. Fresh magic burned in Zara's body, restoring her mana levels.
Zara dragged the smoking bodies out of the doorway so she could wriggle through to the room beyond. The chamber was empty except for another glowing red gem that rested in a far corner. Zara took the gem, returning to the altar room and placing it in the second space carved into the altar's surface. The wall to the left shook as a panel opened within it. Two Horned Demons roared as they marched towards Zara. The rogue picked up her idle falchion, rushing forward to impale the lead demon in the stomach. Hot black blood gushed over Zara's arm as she rammed her weapon again and again into the lumbering monster's belly. The Horned Demon swiped weakly at Zara before he fell limply to the floor. The second demon kicked his comrade aside, slashing at Zara with a huge grey claw. Razor-sharp nails sliced across Zara's chest, leaving four rents in her leather armor. Zara stumbled back from the force of the blow, then slashed up with her sword. She cut deep into the demon's left wrist, making him grunt in pain. The demon swung down with his right fist, smashing a deep hole in the floor while Zara agilely leapt away from the attack. Zara lunged forward in a crouch, sticking the demon in the left leg with her blade. The Horned Demon swiped at Zara again, missing his target. Roaring with frustration, the demon lowered his head and charged at the slim young woman. Zara dodged aside too slowly, she grunted as the Horned Demon crashed into her body and propelled her against the far wall. Zara smacked loudly into the unforgiving stone, she heard several ribs snap inside her from the force of the charge. Held up against the wall by the Horned Demon's enormous body, Zara raised her falchion with both hands and plunged it into the monster's thick, vulnerable neck. The demon shuddered from the blow, placing his hands on the wall for support while Zara stabbed him over and over. Coughing up blood, the Horned Demon fell away from the wall and Zara, flopping bonelessly to the floor.
Zara fell to the floor in a heap, her sides burning with agony. She wiped saliva from her mouth, every breath sending fresh stabs of pain through her body. Zara used all of her mana to heal herself, the magic re-knitting her broken ribs. She staggered to her feet, using the wall for support, her body still weak and drained from spell casting. Zara searched the Horned Demons' lair, finding a third blood stone inside. Carefully, Zara placed the third stone in its receptacle, her glowing falchion held ready when another secret door opened in the wall facing her. No Horned Demons charged forward, to the great relief of the rogue girl. Zara slowly entered the dark chamber beyond the open portal, gasping in surprise when she beheld a suit of gleaming golden splint mail resting on a wooden upright frame. Enchanted runes adorned the armor's arm braces and ankle guards. Powerful magic resonated from the suit when Zara used her Sight to examine it. Zara ran her hand over the cool steel of the armor, excited by the power burning within it. Checking to see that no monsters approached from the entryway, Zara stripped off her leather armor and weapons until she stood only in her white panties. She carefully clasped the golden splint mail over her white flesh, encasing her sensuous form in the protective metal. The enchanted suit altered itself to hug close to her body, it molded to conform with her feminine curves. The armor was light, Zara could move as easily as if she was still wearing her leather gear. She re-belted her sword, then shouldered her pack and bow. Zara was adjusting her ponytail of hair when a flaming arrow smashed into her armored chest and knocked her off her feet.
Two skeletons roughly lowered the naked girl from the metal cross, her bare skin wrinkled tightly over her bones, blue with the tint of death."She had a sweet pussy," mourned Leoric, watching from his throne as the skeletons carried the limp body away to be devoured by his undead minions. Isolde sat next to the undead king's left leg, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, her bare skin white and luminescent in the bleak darkness. Leoric fondled her thick black hair, petting her like a prized hound. A barely clothed zombie male shambled into the crypt, halting before Leoric and performing a parody of a bow.
"Blackash...sent," drooled the zombie, his eyes glazed and staring. "Girl found Book of Blood...unlocked Armor of Valor."
"No, it cannot be!" snarled Leoric, yanking painfully on Isolde's hair, making her whimper softly. "What is Blackash doing?"
"Attacking her...as you said," gibbered the zombie.
"Go to Bilefroth's slave pit, bring him to me at once!" shouted Leoric, trembling with rage and fingering the rune-laden iron crown resting on his deathly grey brow.
"Master," hissed the zombie, bowing deeply again before shuffling out of the crypt.
"The bitch is too close, too close," muttered Leoric, nibbling the flesh off of a finger on his right hand.
"Fuck me, Master! Please!" begged Isolde, reaching out to fondle his crotch while her left hand strayed to her burning cunt.
"Not now, whore!" spat Leoric, slapping Isolde away.
Isolde sat up again, rubbing her bruised right cheek tenderly. She smiled wantonly, licking her lips.
"Thank you, Master. That felt good," purred the naked girl.
"Did it? Would you like more?" rumbled Leoric, uncoiling a whip from his belt, snapping it with a flick of his wrist.
"Yes, Master! Please, hurt me," moaned Isolde, looking up at the king with slavish adoration, her left hand rubbing her wet pussy desperately.
"As you wish," smiled Leoric, his sunken eyes smoldering with lust as he raised the whip's handle and lashed Isolde's bare back. The naked girl shuddered with ecstasy when the leather licked across her warm skin. Leoric snapped the whip again, creating a long, angry welt across Isolde's spine. Isolde moved to rest on her hands and knees, presenting her small, firm ass to her lord. Leoric licked his dry lips, baring sharp yellow fangs while he cracked the whip over his ensorcelled slave. Isolde moaned with each new bruise, she wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with excitement as her flesh trembled from the whip's cruel kisses. Isolde's buttocks and back were cris-crossed with throbbing red welts.
"Bind her over my tomb," ordered Leoric, dangling his whip along the dust-draped floor.
Two stationary skeletons emerged from their posts along a wall, taking the prone, moaning girl and dragging her to the undead king's resting place. The skeletons pressed Isolde against the lid of the tomb, arching her back until she almost lay atop the cold stone sarcophagus. One skeleton grabbed Isolde's wrists and bound them together with black leather cord while the other placed a gag inside the naked girl's slack mouth. Leoric positioned himself in front of Isolde, admiring her pumping tits and quivering wet cunt. The undead king swung his whip forward, bruising Isolde's left breast. The young girl groaned in her gag, her pussy releasing a fresh flood of thick honey. Leoric hurried to his knees, lapping up the trembling girl's cum. He shoved his face into Isolde's pussy, sucking her juices as they flowed out of her hot vagina. Isolde closed her eyes in bliss, she thrust out her hips, rubbing her crotch against Leoric's rotting face. She held her arms limply over her head, enjoying the feel of the leather bonds as they pressed against her slim wrists.
"Your pussy is so good," murmured Leoric, slowly licking up her slit with his long, slimy tongue. He licked Isolde's inner thighs, savoring the taste of her warm skin. Discarding the whip, Leoric kicked Isolde's legs apart, undid his breeches, and slammed his hardened cock into the bound girl's cunt. Isolde moaned deeply into her gag, her vagina clamping tightly around her undead lover's shaft. Leoric grappled with Isolde's young breasts, pressing against them as he thrust into her hot tight hole. The king tore away Isolde's gag, leaning down to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Isolde groaned, caressing Leoric's decayed tongue with her own living one. Leoric explored Isolde's throat, his lips devouring hers.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" begged Isolde, pumping her hips in time with Leoric's, shoving her pussy against the king's impaling spear. Leoric filled his hands with Isolde's rich black hair, licking her quivering neck, tasting the sweet life that coursed through her blood. Leoric pressed his body over Isolde's, he held onto her bound wrists with his hands as he thrust with all his undead strength into the yielding girl's cunt. The king felt Isolde's hot breath on his cheek as she orgasmed, her vagina squeezing his member while a stream of honey poured from her womb onto his crotch. Leoric grabbed his chalice, gathering her pussy juices before mixing it with his own cream. He gave the cup to Isolde, watching her greedily drink the heady potion, binding her to him for another day. When Isolde had finished the musky brew, Leoric retrieved his chalice, pushing off of the girl's firm body.
"Put her on the cross," ordered Leoric, returning to his throne and sitting down heavily.
The two skeleton servants took Isolde's limp arms and carried her naked body to the metal cross vacated by the recently deceased female prisoner. The skeletons pushed Isolde up against the cross, quickly closing metal restraints over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. Isolde moaned softly, her head dangling forward on her heaving chest, her long black hair falling over her face like a funeral veil. Leoric admired Isolde's naked form hanging from the cold iron cross, his lips still sticky with drops of her cum.
"Blackash must slay the rogue," whispered Leoric.
Zara hid behind the wooden frame that had once held the Armor of Valor. She yanked the smoldering arrow from her chest as two more burning shafts smacked into the frame's surface. The rogue girl glanced around the frame, spotting a single skeleton that burned like an oil-drenched torch. The skeleton raised an iron bow adorned with several red-glowing runes. He drew back his bowstring, which ignited the arrow nocked within it. The skeleton fired the arrow, missing Zara's right cheek by a hair width. Zara ducked back behind the frame, preparing her own Hunter's bow for firing.
Blackash lowered himself to a crouch, an arrow flaming in his bow, as he silently moved right to get a clear shot at Zara. When the rogue girl dived away from the frame, Blackash fired, scoring a hit on Zara's left thigh. Zara grunted from the hit, firing her own arrow at the skeleton. The projectile smashed one of Blackash's left ribs but did no appreciable damage. Blackash fired several more arrows in quick succession, hitting Zara's back and upper left thigh. The arrows snapped against Zara's enchanted armor, but the impacts did slow the girl down. Zara launched a stream of arrows, smashing more of Blackash's ribs and chipping away at his flaming arms. As the skeleton staggered backwards, Zara dropped her bow and drew her falchion, sprinting towards the reeling undead. Blackash fired his bow, sending two smoking arrows deep into Zara's belly. Zara groaned, but maintained her charge, raising her sword at Blackash. Before the skeleton could loose another shaft, Zara hacked down with her falchion, severing her foe's right arm. The enchanted bow fell to the floor with a clatter as Zara smashed the skeleton into a pile of flickering debris.
Zara tore the arrows out of her stomach, groaning loudly with pain as her blood poured over her golden armor. She pressed her left hand over her wounds, maintaining pressure while she tore a bandage from her pack. Wrapping the thick cloth around her lower torso, Zara retrieved her bow, gathered Blackash's weapon, then took a scroll of Town Portal from her pack. She recited the spell, barely waiting for the magical gateway to open before she plunged inside.
"You called, Leoric?" growled the massive Overlord named Bilefroth.
"Yes, we have a problem," replied the undead king, draped in the darkness surrounding his throne.
"It had better be important, I was breaking in two new slaves," purred the demon, tugging on two chains in his right claw that led to choke collars fastened around the necks of two young beautiful naked girls.
"Your toys can wait. You must kill a rogue known as Zara before our Dark Lord finds out about her," spat Leoric, "or else both of our lives are forfeit!" | null | Chapter 7 | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year98/14186.txt |
5,188 | Waldo (mellin6695.aol.com) | Flash | Zarkov's eyes slowly opened, and he stared up at the ceiling. The brightly colored ceiling didn't look familiar after weeks of looking at the dull gray of the rocket's interior. Suddenly, his eyes jerked open as he recognized the ceiling as being within Ming's castle. Turning his head toward the sound of the voice, he saw Ming standing near him, backed up by ten armed Sharkmen.
A depraved smile filled the evil Emperor's face. "Welcome back to my employment. You still have a lot of tasks to accomplish, and I'm glad to see that you're back here where you belong."
Sitting up and shaking his head to rid himself of some of the sluggishness, Zarkov knew that he was safe as long as Ming needed his technical skills. Foolhardy, he declared, "I won't be here long. Flash Gordon will make a monkey out of you and your men again."
Ming's loud, vibrant laugh showed that he thought the doctor's statement was a joke. Waving a hand at the doctor as he turned and walked away, he commanded, "Bring him with us."
Two large Sharkmen rushed forward and grabbed the doctor's arms, lifting him from the bed as they carried the doctor behind Ming. Recognizing that he couldn't escape their greater physical strength, the doctor stopped struggling and began examining his surroundings as he sought a means to escape their clutches.
He recognized the room where he woke up as they carried him out the door. It was the quarters which Ming assigned to him beside the lab. As Ming walked down the hallway, Zarkov expected Ming to turn into the lab and show him the projects that Zarkov would be expected to work on again. Instead, Ming kept going straight toward his Throne Room.
Ming entered the large Throne Room and sat down in his Throne as the Sharkmen deposited the doctor at the base of the Throne. The Emperor pointed a finger toward a corner of the room and said, "Please examine what you've come this distance to recover."
The unconscious woman's body floating on the cloud was easy to recognize. It was Dale. But which Dale? The real Dale or the transformed Flash? Rushing to the corner of the room, he examined the woman's face. She was alive, but her pupils were unblinking. As he examined her, trying to decide what he should do, Ming commanded, "Bring in the other one."
A door opened, and a Sharkman wheeled out in a wheelchair, an unconscious Dale wearing the same ice-blue colored diaphanous gown as the woman on the cloud. Recognizing that one of the two women had to be the transformed Flash, Zarkov rushed to the woman in the wheelchair and began examining her. Just as the first woman, this version also was in a severe zombie state. Glancing at the two identically looking women, the doctor was obviously trying to figure out who was who when Ming informed him, "The woman on the cloud is a surgically transformed Mongo woman who we were going to use to lure you into a trap. The woman in the wheelchair is the real Earth woman that you came here to rescue."
Standing up beside the unresponding woman in the wheelchair, Zarkov boasted, "Flash's beat you in the past. He'll do it again."
Grinning like the devil evaluating a new soul, Ming laughed as he explained, "You still don't get it, do you? Your rocket came in so fast that we didn't see it on our scanners. You landed on Mongo just below my castle, and we didn't know it. You could've slipped in here and found the real Dale, but you made one mistake. Guard, bring in my new Sharkman."
A door opened, and Hurley stepped out of the room where he had been waiting. Instead of wearing his normal uniform, he was dressed in a Sharkman's uniform. His face was aglow with delight as he saw the doctor's smile fade. Pointing to an emblem on his uniform, Hurley boasted, "See this? They recognize real talent. They made me an officer because I called them and told them where they could find the rocket. I'm now a Captain. Captain Hurley. I'm no longer your damn Corporal or cook. I'm an officer."
Zarkov rushed toward the defector, screaming as he charged the deserter. Before he could tackle the traitor, other Sharkmen grabbed the angry doctor and held him. He struggled against their iron grip, but they firmly contained him. The new Sharkman officer, nee Earth deserter, stood in front of the struggling doctor and showed his enjoyment with a big smile. The doctor struggled, but recognized that he wasn't escaping the strong grasp of the guards, so he spit into the turncoat's face.
Hurley formed a fist and was getting ready to hit the helpless man in the face when Ming's authoritative command "STOP" halted his physical action. Ming's quiet voice as he spoke to Zarkov caused a chill to run down Zarkov's back. "I promote people because they deliver. My new Captain delivered not only the rocket and you into my control, but he also delivered something that none of my Mongo Sharkmen has been able to do so far. He delivered an unconscious Flash Gordon to me, who quickly also became my guest. While you have been sleeping, the very dangerous Flash Gordon has been going through the first of many Tractor-Grazer sessions that we have planned for him. Bring out the big surprise for my good friend, Doctor Zarkov."
The door opened again, revealing a timid-looking Dale Arden standing just on the other side of the doorway. She was wearing the same ice-blue colored diaphanous gown as the other Dale's, but her facial expressions, flickering eyes, and ability to stand upright without support showed that she was somewhat in control of her body. Her face looked confused, and she hesitated when she stepped forward. But as soon as she stepped into the room far enough to see Ming sitting on his Throne, she squealed a cry of delight and rushed toward the evil Emperor. When she reached the Throne, she quickly kneeled at his feet and twisted so that she was sitting at the base of the throne and slightly to the right of Ming's leg.
Her face was all aglow, and she was smiling broadly as she accepted the pat on her head from Ming as if she was a dog getting rewarded for doing a trick. She looked around the Throne Room but didn't show any sign of recognition when she locked eyes with Zarkov. The good doctor quit struggling as soon as he recognized who this version of Dale had to be, and what they had done to her.
Ming's voice sounded like the voice of doom as he prophesized, "I was very surprised when Captain Hurley told me about how Flash would transform into Dale's body every twenty-nine hours. And that made me happy because we know what causes that transformation process. And we also know how to stop it or control it. While he was still unconscious, we caused him to transform one last time into his female copy of her body. Then we locked him into that body. He won't turn back into his real body...ever again..or at least until I have need for him in that physical body. As far as I'm concerned, he's now and forever trapped in that female's body. I didn't think a clone of the Earth woman could ever intrigue me as much as the real Arden aroused me. But I have to admit that I'm very pleased with my new little toy and look forward to the day when this new little slut's proceeded to an advanced state of training where I can feel comfortable with putting my dick into her very pretty mouth. You can see why I promoted Hurley instead of immediately executing him. Any man that can deliver Flash Gordon to me in such a pretty body, deserves to be one of my officers."
"The ion traces indicate that they passed this way...about seventy-two hours earlier."
Captain Browning stared at the instrument panel as he asked Wilson in his high, squeaky voice, "Any indication that they got your message advising them of our status?"
"No, sir. My message has been automatically repeating itself every three minutes ever since we came within radio range. There has been no response from them. From the increasing radiation trail, it looks like they increased their rocket power. Does that make sense? You would think that they would be wanting to slow down so that the planet sensors couldn't pick them up."
"Or they could be trying to go so fast that the sensors couldn't pick them up.""That could work, but it would mean that Flash's pilot skills would be tested during landing."
"Should we speed up?"
The Captain looked down at the young pilot/operator. "No, if anything, we should slow down and just drift within range. That way, their sensors will think that we're nothing more than an asteroid. I'm sure that Flash will find some way to stay away from Ming until we get there."
"Open your mouth and take his cock into your mouth. Your mouth must willingly serve your master. You must suck this man's cock so that you can learn how to satisfy your master when it's time for you to show your new skills to Ming. You will prove your allegiance to our master by showing how you can suck this man's cock."
The Mongolian Doctor stared at the naked woman down on her knees in front of Captain Hurley, who was sitting in a chair. She was gazing at the former cook's crotch, but she wasn't moving. Her face was sweaty and flushed, as if she was struggling against some inner mental turmoil. Hurley wasn't able to wait any more. Putting his hands on the back of her head, Hurley pulled her head forward and down to his crotch, as he unsnapped his trousers. He mumbled, "I'll teach you how to suck a cock, you fucking bitch. If you had shared your body with me on the rocket, you wouldn't be in this trouble now."
The doctor noticed the woman's resistance, and he snapped his fingers, which signaled two Sharkmen guards to step forward and stop the new officer's man-handling of the resisting woman. The doctor declared, "She needs some more time in the Tractor-Grazer. She still shows too much resistance and is proving to be a very difficult subject to brainwash. Strange. I've never had a person who could resist the commands given while under a Tractor-Grazer's domination. This woman will need a lot more training before I'm satisfied that she won't bite the Emperor's dick off."
"Come on, Dale. You've got to wake up. Snap out of it."
Zarkov shook the unconscious woman's head as he talked to her. The real Dale and surgically created Dale had been transported to the lab where Ming expected Zarkov to work on restoring both of the women's mental capabilities to normal. Ten Sharkmen were positioned around the room, making sure that no one escaped.
Recognizing that verbal stimulation wasn't getting anywhere, Zarkov sat down at the desk and stared at the Murf, which Ming told him to 'get working' again. Mumbling out loud to himself, he softly said, "All I had to do was to repair the Gnodian Transfix by reversing the polarity. Wonder what would happen if I merged the solenoid with the inducer and short-circuited the data stream? Well, this damn situation can't get any worse, so I might as well give it a try."
"Open your mouth and take his cock into your mouth. Your mouth must willingly serve your master. You must suck this man's cock so that you can satisfy your master. That's it, kiss it, then suck his cock."
The Mongolian Doctor stared at the naked woman down on her knees in front of the naked Sharkman sitting in a chair. Her lips were rubbing against the warrior's cock, but she wasn't doing what she had been commanded to do - to take the man's cock into her mouth. Her face was sweaty and flushed, as if she was struggling against some inner mental turmoil.
She was holding the base of the man's cock and rubbing the cock against her lips, but she wasn't going past that point. The doctor whispered to his assistant, "As soon as we got Hurley out of here, she became compliant and started performing somewhat as we directed, but she isn't doing anything more risqué than kissing the tip of the guard's cock. She needs another session in the Tractor-Grazer."
"Come on, woman. You've got to wake up. Snap out of it."
Zarkov shook the unconscious woman's head as he talked to her. He stopped shaking her when her eyelids began fluttering. Leaning over her, he whispered into her ear, "Wake up. Who are you? What is your name?"
Her lips parted slightly and moved, but no sound came from her lips. He asked again, but there wasn't any more improvement.
Sitting back down at the partially disassembled Murf, Zarkov adjusted a contact with a screwdriver, then aimed the lens at the woman again as he pressed the button activating the complex equipment. For ten seconds, the woman was bathed in a weird light beam.
As soon as the beam ceased, Zarkov shook the woman again and asked, "What is your name?"
Her lips moved again, but this time, the faint sound "Moesia" came from the surgically modified woman's throat. Smiling broadly at his success, Zarkov sat down at the disassembled Murf again and thought about the results that experiment proved.
"Open your mouth and take his cock into your mouth. Your mouth must willingly serve your master. You belong to our master. You must suck this man's cock so that you can show our master what a pretty woman you are. That's it, kiss it, then suck his cock."
The Mongolian Doctor stared at the naked woman down on her knees in front of the naked Sharkman sitting in a chair. Her lips were rubbing against the warrior's cock, and she had kissed it several times, but so far, she hadn't allowed the man's cock to enter into her mouth. Her face was sweaty and flushed, as if she was struggling against some inner mental turmoil.
She was holding the base of the man's cock and rubbing the cock against her lips. As the doctor watched, she slowly opened her mouth and guided the engorged cock into her mouth. As her lips wrapped around the man's cock, and she began a slow stroking motion with her mouth, the doctor whispered to his assistant, "That last Tractor-Grazer session did it. She's almost the compliant dick-sucking slut that our Emperor wants her to become. Tell the Sergeant to get some more Sharkmen ready so that as soon as she finishes sucking this cock, we can give her some more cock to suck. By the time that we're finished with her, she'll be the best cock-sucker on the planet."
"Come on, Moesia. You've got to wake up. Snap out of it."
Zarkov held the dazed woman's head as he talked to her. "You've got to wake up. Tell me about you. Who is Moesia? What did you used to look like?"
Her lips parted slightly as she licked her dry lips with her tongue, then she faintly said, "Moesia. I'm Moesia...Arden. No, I'm Dale Arden. Tixar says that I'm Dale Arden. I'm an Earth woman. My name is...Moesia. I'm a stripper. Tixar is my friend. He wants me to be..I'm Dale Arden. I'm from Earth. Where is my friend Flash? Are you Flash? My name is Dale. I will let Flash fuck me, but only in the castle where Tixar will be waiting with soldiers. I'm a pretty Earth woman. I have a beautiful body. I'm a stripper. Tixar is going to pay me to. I will do whatever Ming wants me to do. I'm Dale..No, I'm Moesia. I remember now. Tixar promised me that he would give me..I'm from Earth. My name is Dale..who are you? Are you Flash?. Who is Moesia? Why do I feel that I'm her? I'm Dale. My name is..I don't remember. Am I Moesia? No, I can't be because I'm Dale."
Rubbing the confused woman's forehead, Zarkov whispered, "They really scrambled your brains as they tried to convince you that you're someone else. After I've got you back on your feet, we'll go find this Tixar and see if we can't cut his balls off. Any man who would do this to a helpless woman, doesn't deserve to live."
Returning to the partially disassembled Murf, Zarkov adjusted a contact with a screwdriver, then aimed the lens at the woman again as he pressed the button activating the complex equipment. For ten seconds, the woman was bathed in a weird light beam.
As soon as the beam ceased, Zarkov asked the woman again, "What is your name?"
Her lips moved again, but this time, the correct name "Moesia" came from the surgically modified woman's throat.
Looking into her eyes, he asked, "Do you remember what happened, Dale?"
Her eyes were glazed over, but appeared a little more normal as she answered, "I'm not Dale. Tixar wants me to pretend to be her and modified my face so that I look like her. My name's really Moesia. Can I go back home?"
"Open your legs and take his cock into your pussy. Your pretty body must willingly serve your master. You belong to our master. You must fuck this man's cock so that you can show our master what a pretty woman you are. That's it, slide his cock into your pussy."
The Mongolian Doctor stared at the naked woman down on her knees with her legs spread around the Sharkman laying on his back. Her hand was stroking the warrior's cock against her vaginal lips, but so far, she hadn't allowed the man's cock to enter her. Her face was sweaty and flushed, as if she was struggling against some inner mental turmoil.
She was staring intently into the Sharkman's eyes and rubbing the cock against her inner thighs. As the doctor watched, she slowly guided the tip of his engorged cock into her cunt. As the man's cock penetrated her, she arched her back as she eased the hard erection deep inside her. The doctor whispered to his assistant, "Another milestone accomplished in her training. After she fucks this man, we'll let her suck someone else while another man takes her from the rear at the same time. Look at her radiant face. She's really enjoying the man's cock inside her body. She's now the compliant dick-sucking, cock-hungry, man-loving slut that our Emperor wants her to become. Tell the Sergeant to get a couple more Sharkmen ready for more training. We're going to give her a lot of positive reinforcement over the next several hours, then she gets the ultimate test. She can give me a blow job."
"Come on, Moesia. You've got to sit up so you can help me."
The still slightly dazed woman's head sat up as she looked around the room.From behind him, Doctor Zarkov heard a familiar voice. "Yes, Moesia, sit up and show me what miracles the Doctor's been able to accomplish in the four short days that he's been working for me."
Spinning around, Zarkov moved so that he was between the still somewhat confused woman and Ming. Ignoring the fact that he was disobeying the orders of the most ruthless man in the universe, Zarkov protected the woman with his body as he yelled, "Get out of here. You can't have her. She's still very confused."
Ming laughed. "Confused? My men tell me that she remembers who she really is and the only confusion is that she can't forget the Tractor-Grazer commands. So she's a compliant slut who's going to pretend that she's Dale as she makes love to me. To me, that sounds like a perfect woman, and why would you want to improve her any more? Guards, take her away."
Two guards rushed forward and eased the woman out of the room. Looking at the still unconscious real Dale Arden sleeping peacefully on a bed, Ming said, "Just as you've made progress with your copy of Miss Arden, so have I made progress with my copy of her. Last night, one of the most beautiful women in the world - nay, in the universe - made love to me. She sucked me... she fucked me... she made me a very happy and drained man. Tonight, Moesia will join Ambrosia - that's what I call my new little playmate. She's the best tasting pussy that I've ever licked. Ambrosia... pussy nectar good enough for the gods. Tonight, Moesia will join Ambrosia and me in my bed. I'll see what it's like to be fucked and sucked by the two most beautiful twins in the universe. You must hurry up and restore the real Miss Arden to being normal so that I can see what it's like to make love to triplets. God, just thinking about triplets in my bed gets me hard. Guard, let Ambrosia come to me so that I may show the good doctor my progress with my sexy version of Miss Arden."
Three guards rushed forward and grabbed the doctor as soon as the command was given. Two of the guards held his arms while the third held his head, forcing Zarkov to watch.
The door opened, allowing a very naked Dale Arden-looking woman to enter the lab. Only this very natural-looking woman wasn't walking timidly nor acting hesitantly as the last time that Zarkov saw the transformed and brainwashed Flash Gordon. The naked woman who walked into the room was radiating pure sex appeal in several ways: in the way that she walked, in the way that she held her naked breasts thrust out, in the way that she slinked across the floor like a world-class seductress, in the sultry expression on her perfect face, and most importantly, in the fathomless deepness of her sexy eyes. Moesia's eyes were still dull-looking and frequently confused, but this woman's eyes were wide awake and fiery in the smoldering passion that laid hidden within her hungry body.
She ignored everything in the room as she smiled at the object of her attention - the very beaming Emperor Ming. The woman disregarded normal protocol and didn't kneel as she approached him. Instead, she walked confidently toward him as if they were equals. Quickly crossing the room, she stepped next to Ming as she seductively spread her thighs around him and guided his hand to her breast. She tilted her head up and held her lips waiting for his kiss, as if she was a woman with her man in the privacy of their honeymoon suite.
Ming ignored her silent request for a kiss and softly said, "Go let the good doctor examine your new tattoo, Ambrosia. I had my seal tattooed on her breast because she's become my property forever. There's also a small number two tattooed just below the seal so that I can tell her apart from the other two Arden women. I'll do the same thing with them but put a number one on Dale and a number three on Moesia."
The woman - Ambrosia, because she certainly wasn't Flash Gordon anymore - peeled away from the happy, evil Emperor. She walked just as sexy toward the doctor as she had walked toward her lover. She pointed at the small tattoo on her breast as she spoke in a husky, sexy voice, "See my pretty tattoo. It shows that my name is Ambrosia and that I belong to my master."
Zarkov was struggling against the guard's strong grasp, but they were able to easily hold him. He yelled, "YOU AREN'T HIS WHORE. YOU'RE FLASH GORDON. FIGHT IT. REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE. DON'T LET HIM DO THIS TO YOU."
She laughed a giggling laugh as he struggled against the strong arms holding him. As soon as his outburst was finished, she giggled, "Silly, I know that you would lie to me. I know that I'm really Ambrosia, and you can't turn me against the man that I love. You're cute, but you need to trim your beard a little. That would make you look so much cuter."
"FLASHHHHHH. RESIST. DON'T GIVE IN TO MING."
"Ambrosia, give our doctor a little reward for helping your sister Moesia get over her sickness. Give him some incentive to help your sister Dale recover also," suggested Ming as he smiled mischievously at the way that the brainwashed former Earth astronaut was behaving.
She stepped forward, going up on her tiptoes as the guard holding Zarkov's head held him still so that he couldn't escape her teasing. Zarkov shut his eyes so he couldn't see her, but he smelled her delicious lilac scent first, then felt the warm breath from her nose as her face came close to him. He struggled to keep her from touching him, but the guard held him firmly, and he felt her soft lips touch his lips. Her warm, delicious magician's touch sent a mild electrical shock through him, but he ignored it and continued to struggle against her soft, feminine, naked body pressing so hard against him. He felt her lips separate and her warm tongue probe his tightly clinched lips, but he resisted by keeping his lips tightly clinched. He felt her firm breasts press tightly against his chest, and one of her legs wrap around his leg. He felt her hand drop down between their bodies, and her soft fingers rub against his crotch. He was so stunned by her sensuous teasing that he didn't feel any of the guards let go of him.
He felt the woman's body pressing so tightly against him and causing wonderful physical sensations that he didn't believe was possible anymore with his decrepit body. This was the same woman's body that he had dreamed about so many times as he laid in bed or fantasized about when he was in the small bathroom masturbating.
He felt his lips part, and felt her warm, wet tongue enter his mouth. He felt her soft arms wrap around his neck and pull his face tighter against her face as their tongues danced intertwined within his ravenous mouth. He felt his hands drop down and cup her soft breasts that were so tightly pressed against his chest. He felt her leg wrap around his leg, then move sensuously up his leg until her leg was partially wrapped around his hip. Then he felt her lift herself from the ground, supporting herself with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. Somewhere he found the strength to stand there in the middle of the floor with her legs around his waist, her chest pressing hard against his chest, and her lips insatiably kissing him.
He felt her tongue pulling back from within his mouth, and he followed it, like a fish chasing a lure into her mouth. Like a thirsty man in the desert who found a pool, he hungrily probed her mouth, forgetting about the world, about the evil Ming standing so nearby watching the two of them kiss, and most importantly of all, he forgot that the woman that he was kissing was really Flash.
She pulled her head back more and disentangled her legs around his waist as she stood on her two feet again. She tried to step back slightly from him, but he followed her, his hands roaming over her body, his eyes looking only to her gleaming eyes, his thoughts only on what he wanted to do with her luscious body at that moment. When the guards grabbed his arms again, he remembered who she really was again, but the fight was gone from him.
Meekly, he let go of her and stood there as she stepped back and giggled, "I like the soft, sensual feel of your beard. Maybe someday..."
"Ambrosia, come," stopped her sentence as Ming called his new woman.
Giggling and running like a teenage girl kissed for the first time on her father's front porch, she ran back to stand proudly beside Ming, like a trained dog returning to its master.
Staring at the beautiful woman standing beside him, Ming said, "Now you see why I call her Ambrosia. She's the best piece of pussy that I've had in a long time. How did you like the feel of her pretty breasts?"
Zarkov stared at the brainwashed woman as he answered, "I've always been a boob man, so..."
Zarkov's muscles tightened suddenly, and he pulled loose from the guards as he yelled, "FLASH. DON'T LET HIM DO THIS TO YOU."
Ming laughed as the guards grabbed the struggling doctor again and held him tightly. Laughing loudly at Zarkov's obvious discomfort, Ming declared, "I see that you're not convinced yet that this beautiful creature now belongs to me. Maybe this will convince you that the person that you used to know as Flash Gordon... no longer exists. Instead, we have this lovely creature that will be known forever only as Ambrosia, thanks to my science. Ambrosia, you may play with your lollipop."
Giggling like a schoolgirl with fresh roses on her cheeks, Ambrosia readily dropped to her knees in front of the Emperor and assumed the position that signaled total willingness to satisfy the Emperor. Two guards rushed forward from their position and stood immediately behind Ming to catch their Emperor in case he stumbled or lost his balance as a result of what the woman was getting ready to do.
Ambrosia lifted the hem of Ming's robe and stuck her head under the robe as if this was something that she did every day.Looking Zarkov straight in the eyes, Ming pulled his robe up to reveal that he wasn't wearing any underwear and Ambrosia's smiling face as she held Ming's small cock with one hand. And worst of all, she was aggressively licking his cock with her flickering tongue as if it were a lollipop instead of Flash's worst enemy's penis.
Zarkov gasped in a crying voice, "FLASH! YOU MUST TRY TO REMEMBER WHO YOU REALLY ARE. YOU'RE NOT REALLY A WOMAN. YOU'RE FLASH GORDON, NOT SOME SLUT NAMED AMBROSIA. DON'T LET HIM DO THIS TO YOU. YOU MUST FIGHT IT AND LISTEN TO ME. DON'T LET HIM TURN YOU INTO HIS WHORE."
Ambrosia turned her head slightly as she continued to lick Ming's rapidly hardening cock. She winked conspiratorially at the doctor as she eagerly guided Ming's small but hard cock into her hungry mouth. Zarkov shut his eyes to block out the sight of his brainwashed friend enthusiastically giving the evil Emperor a blowjob. One of the guards used his thumbs to force Zarkov's eyes open so he had to watch. | null | Chapter 6 - Triplets | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year98/18126.txt |
7,508 | Jan V. | SISTERS | Zoe and Jeannie got off the school bus and began their ten-minute uphill walk the rest of the way home. It was a stiflingly hot day. The sun was high and unforgiving, blazing down on them. Zoe heard that the temperature was likely to reach 100 degrees that afternoon, and it seemed the S.F. High radio station guys were right. Although they had braided their hair up, Zoe's and Jeannie's necks and the small of their backs were covered with sweat. Joey wanted Zoe to go and take a ride on his Harley, but she immediately turned him down. There was no place on earth she would rather be but there, on that searing hillside, next to Jeannie. Her twin egged her on to accept Joey's suggestion, while Zoe kept telling her she didn't want to. Her excuse was the high temperature in the Valley, and surely both Joey and Jeannie could understand that. So Jeannie shrugged and joined her in the school bus.
"You don't have to do this," Jeannie had said.
"I know."
"I mean, you don't have to do this for me. You're free to date whoever you want."
"I know," she repeated, unable to hide her annoyance. "But I don't want to."
"Why?"
Zoe shrugged her shoulders, looking through the window as the bus pulled away. She couldn't continue the conversation. Brittany McGuire came and sat down behind them and started an animated jabber of school gossip. She also explained why her mom was unable to come and pick her up that afternoon. Brittany's mother had an important appointment with her agent. Mrs. McGuire, a.k.a. Tamara Davies, was going to audition for a "major" role in a "major" movie with a "major" studio. So that meeting, to discuss such a crucial event in the life of a Hollywood actress, was of great consequence.
Zoe smiled to herself, recalling Linda's profound distaste and contempt for everything related to Hollywood. Big Sis's favorite movies were mostly foreign, shot in black-and-white, and featuring actors and actresses with unpronounceable names. Her first "real" boyfriend, Jack Corbett, had put her up to it, luring Big Sis into his house - he was 20 at the time, and five years older than Linda - to make out and see some old foreign flicks.
"Hey, Lana's here," Jeannie said as they trudged onto the driveway.
Zoe nodded, taking a glance at Lana Martin's '94 Ford Mustang, a red convertible her father had given her when his daughter turned sixteen. Coincidence or not, Lana's newfound love was Jack Corbett... Whether Linda took exception to it, Zoe didn't know, but every time Jack and Linda were in the same room there was tension in the air. If Lana was alone with Nikki, things went better and Linda joined in the conversation gladly.
Zoe and Jeannie greeted Anita as they walked in the back door. Mom was in the living room, talking to someone on the phone. From the bottom of the stairs, they heard good-humored screaming and giggling coming from their older sisters' room. Without hesitation, the twins scampered inside, curious about the reason for all that silly tittering, finding Lana and Nikki lying on Linda's bed.
"Hi, Lana."
"Hi, Jeannie," Lana said, turning over and looking up. "Hi, Zoe."
"Hi."
Jeannie sat down on Linda's bed as Nikki greeted them as well. Before long Jeannie learned that guys - what else? - were the root cause of the unrest among "the troops". Jack Corbett and Scott Rowan, a guy Nikki had been dating on and off, were mentioned as well as Joey Hernandez. A couple of minutes later, Zoe left the room, disgusted at the inanity of it all.
"You should tell your sister to lighten up. She's always so serious."
"Yeah, sometimes I think she should've been a guy."
Lana gave a chuckle, her eyes staring at Jeannie questioningly.
"I mean, she doesn't look like a guy... like I don't look like a guy... but... sometimes she's so bossy and-"
"You mean, she dominates you," Lana reasoned.
"I think what Jeannie is trying to say is that Zoe's always been the tomboy of the family," Nikki intervened. "She's always been the best at sports, climbing trees and catfights. She's even KO'd a guy over Jeannie."
"Really?" Lana exclaimed, her eyes examining Nikki and then Jeannie. "Why? What did he do?"
Jeannie smiled, then said, "He called me 'bitch'. Zoe got so mad that she kicked him in his knee really hard, and the next thing I know he collapses right in front of us. Everyone thought he was dead... because he didn't scream... nothing. He passed out, just like that."
"Wow! So I have to be real careful around your sister."
"You bet." Jeannie laughed and stood up. "Gotta take a shower. All my clothes are sweaty... and smell."
* * *
"Linda, are you listening to me?"
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Belinda Hughes gave Linda a glowering look, blowing her dark brown bangs away from her forehead. "I don't believe this... I'm talking to you for a quarter of an hour and you aren't listening."
"I'm sorry... I was just thinking..."
"What about? Rick?"
Linda looked around The Dome, the snack-bar just across the street from the main entrance to S.F. High. This was the place where many of her schoolmates came and ate and danced to the music of a jukebox with a large assortment of the latest Billboard hits. Her eyes met Trisha's, the waitress. Pointing at her empty glass, she asked for a refill.
"Coming right up, honey," Trisha said, nodding and tending a nervous client, a man in a gray business suit, who tried to hide his awkwardness by smiling at Trisha. After all, there weren't many "grownups" who dared set foot in The Dome. This futuristically furnished, slick snack-bar was known by the local population to be S.F. High kids' turf. Too loud music for too loud kids, they would say.
"I'm listening," Belinda said, still waiting for an answer.
"I guess so," Linda sighed, facing Belinda, her favorite classmate and friend. They were close enough to share secrets about boyfriends, but sexual intimacy was normally an off-limits topic of conversation. Whenever sex was mentioned, Belinda tensed up, the muscles of her neck going taut in a wink of an eye. Sometimes Linda didn't care about her friend's misgivings, and she went ahead and started talking about some ever more risqué episode. Belinda then giggled and said in a high-pitched whisper, "Oh my God, is that true?"
Suddenly they heard someone knocking on the stained glass of the outer dome that separated the snack-bar from the outside world. To her surprise, Linda saw Nikki waving at her from the other side of the dome. Her sister wanted to talk to her, or so she understood from Nikki's gestures. Linda beckoned her to go around the building and join them at the table.
As Nikki did as she was told, Belinda smiled and asked, "Who's that guy? Your sisters' new boyfriend?"
Obviously Belinda was referring to Scott Rowan, Nikki's male companion, a guy Linda hadn't seen in years. A couple of years before Scott had pursued her for a second date. Although their first rendezvous went smoothly, she found out they had nothing in common. He had been a gentleman - that was true - but also dull, tiresome and thoroughly boring. She just couldn't believe her sister was seeing such a guy!
Before her sister and Scott could hear her, Linda said, "I know as much as you do, Be."
Introductions were made and Nikki and Scott sat next to Linda and Belinda. Linda felt ill at ease with this arrangement. Belinda and Scott would be able to see at close range how she dealt with Nikki, her sister, roommate, and... yes... lover... Usually they were so intense around each other... and now this... She would have to pretend they were nothing but sisters...
A strong, overwhelming dislike for Scott came over Linda. She couldn't even look at him. Linda kept her trembling hands under the table, to hide this manifestation of her intense jealousy. She was shocked to see she could be this possessive. She always hated it when her dates acted this way around her. No one owned her, she would say to them, and if they were unable or unwilling to grasp it... well, they could kiss good-bye any "seconds" with her...
Linda snapped out of her daydream and found out that Nikki, Belinda and Scott were staring at her.
"What?"
"As you can see, Nikki," Belinda began, "this is how your sister's been all day. I talk to her, but she's up there, somewhere, in the clouds..."
"I think she's in love," Nikki quipped, winking at Belinda.
"Yes, I am.Linda got to her feet and grabbed her backpack and school books.
"Where are you going?" Nikki asked, stunned by her sister's sudden animosity.
"Away... I need to finish this paper..."
Linda moved away from the table and left The Dome, heading back to S.F. High. She crossed the street, her hands and legs shaking against her will. She was mad, so mad at all of them, including Nikki. Her sister seemed keen on humiliating her in public. And she was just sick of it, sick of it all!
"Linda, wait," she heard Nikki call out from across the street. Linda walked on, ignoring her sister's cries, but soon Nikki caught up with her. "Linda, stop. I want to talk to you."
"OK, talk." Linda came to a halt and waited. Nikki looked confused, afraid, and furious at the same time.
Nikki swallowed and asked, "I don't understand... What's the matter with you? It was a joke, Linda!"
"I was not joking, Nikki."
"What do you mean?"
"You said I was in love... and I just confirmed it."
"Linda..." Nikki looked away from her sister's green eyes. They seemed so stern and uncaring. "I- What do you want me to do? Am I forbidden to crack jokes in front of you? Is that it?"
"No... I just don't like to be humiliated in front of my friend and your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend! He's- Oh, forget it. I don't owe you any explanation. It seems as though you're jealous." Facing her sister again, Nikki added, "Come on, Linda... You see Rick every day and I don't say a word about it."
"Maybe you should," Linda replied, turning away from Nikki.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Nikki had shouted her last question, but Linda didn't look back. Instead, Linda began to talk to a bunch of guys. Nikki cursed and turned her back on Linda, wondering why her sister could be such a bitch... sometimes at least.
Linda felt very depressed. Her heart weighed like a ton, her hands trembled, her whole body shook from time to time, involuntarily. She sat beside Rick, squinting at a screen and moving colors and shadows that had no meaning to her. The movie theater was dark, and people around her were silent, minds sharp, ready and hungry for the next scene of an outrageous plot. It was her boyfriend's idea to catch this movie with so much senseless violence.
'Sex mixed with violence and violence mixed with sex. It's what sells these days,' she thought. If she ever married Rick, she would never allow her kids to see such trash. She swallowed... Her throat was slightly sore... She felt like crying... Every time she heard a gunshot, she would start in her seat and get tenser and tenser, her ears resonating with that hideous sound. It was becoming impossible for her to stay quiet and motionless. She was hating the movie so much. She looked at Rick. He was too absorbed in the action to notice how badly her eyes implored him to let them leave and breathe in some fresh air and watch the stars outside, shining, against the darkness... Maybe they could see a shooting star and wish a wish.
Rick could be romantic sometimes, like when he brought her a bunch of roses after a nasty fight about having unprotected sex. He wanted to have sex without a condom, but she wouldn't budge. If he wanted that, he should find another girlfriend, Linda had told him. When she thought everything was over between them, he showed up on her front lawn with that impressive bunch of flowers, and confessed how stupid he had been, that he wanted her back.
And then there was Nikki, her younger sister. Whether Linda wanted or not, Nikki had become her lover. She shut her eyes, and shook her head, feeling so much pain inside... It hurt so MUCH. She didn't exactly understand where all that pain had come from. Perhaps "it" had been waiting for the right moment to strike and reduce "its" victim to a human rag.
Sometimes Linda wished Nikki weren't her sister. If they weren't related, things would be far easier for both of them. She knew she was strong enough to face anyone about her preference for girls - she was convinced by now that her... bisexuality?... lesbianism?... was a matter of fact - but she was sure she couldn't handle the horror-struck faces of people if the facts about her incestuous relationship with Nikki came out.
There was so much to lose... She was deeply ashamed by her own behavior, by her jealousy. It could ruin everything she had with Nikki... but she was so afraid to lose her...
Everything seemed so fragile and ephemeral at that point, as if she walked on a roof made of crystal that cracked every time she took a step forward.
Linda called Rick that afternoon. Because she didn't have any plans of her own, she accepted Rick's. An early evening at the movies seemed a good idea, and the perfect excuse to postpone another confrontation with Nikki. But that stupid movie ruined everything. Her conciliatory mood was gone. Now there was only room for resentment... and guilt.
She was letting everybody down... Nikki, Rick, the twins, Mom and Dad. She had started the whole thing. She, the girl everybody admired and loved, the future prom queen, had failed them all. She had betrayed Mom's and Dad's and everyone's trust by sleeping with Nikki, by "making" her sister fall in love with her... And the twins, as impressionable as they were, had followed suit.
She wanted to cry. Keeping tears from flowing was getting harder and harder. She couldn't stand it any more. She rose to her feet and bolted out.
The usherette looked bewildered as Linda rushed into the lobby, hyperventilating and shaking.
"Are you all right, dear?" the middle-aged woman asked, but Linda couldn't say a word. Her lungs kept pumping air uncontrollably. "Let's go outside... And Jimmy," the usherette added, calling a freckled, nervous red-haired little boy, "get some water for me, will you?"
The usherette's kind, concerned eyes returned to Linda.
'This complete stranger could be my mother,' it occurred to Linda. For a moment she wanted to believe that. At least, Nikki wouldn't be her sister...
They stepped outside, the woman still bracing Linda with her plump, strong arm, and they waited there. Linda looked up at the sky, and the stars, so far away but so close to her soul. She started sobbing again. She was ashamed she was unable to control her feelings any more. Everything seemed to hurt so much now. Why? WHY? 'Please, God, tell me why? WHY?'
That scream was inside her. Her brains felt as though they were on fire. The water arrived. The innocent, scared eyes of the red-haired little boy directed her to the glass he was holding out. Linda smiled. He was cute. She took the glass, and thanked him though he was now hiding behind his mother's imposing frame.
"This's my son," the woman explained, glowing with mother's pride, her hand messing up his hair in a playful gesture. "Hey, Jimmy, say hello to this young lady." Linda smiled again. She was thankful to this complete stranger for her effort to put an end to her unhappiness. They chatted for a while about her son, what he had been up to lately... small talk that made her relax... and forget everything... and the fact that Rick was still inside watching the movie.
Rick joined her in the lobby a quarter of an hour later. His eyes blinked, trying to adapt to the strong, garish light.
"What's up?" he asked, his hands buried in his pockets.
Linda couldn't believe this guy. Was that all he had to say? He had seen her leave the theater as if escaping death itself and, instead of coming after her and asking what was wrong, he stayed inside for a fucking quarter of an hour watching the most feeble movie she'd ever seen.
"I want to go home."
"Why?"
"If you don't know why, then there's nothing for us to talk about."
Rick began to shift his weight from one foot to the other, a tell-tale sign of his nervousness. His eyes gazed around and then fell on the usherette.
"Sweetheart, calm down. I-"
"Don't you touch me, you hear?" Linda yelled, driving his arm away from her shoulders.
"Why?" he hollered back. "What did I do?"
"Let's not talk about it. It's no use."
Linda shuddered. Eventually, he agreed the best thing they could do was to go home and skip the rest of the movie. He was horn-mad, but so was she. Linda left the car without the usual good-bye kiss and light petting. She heard the wheels screeching, and then the brakes, and then again the same screeching sound. Rick's car had made the customary U-turn, this time performed ten times faster, fueled by too much gas and blind rage.
Linda went upstairs. No one was in the living room. Mom and Dad were not at home, as usual, but she knew Nikki was... She still had to deal with the quarrel with Nikki. Linda hadn't seen her sister since the scene of open jealousy down at The Dome. Linda knew Nikki was dating a couple of guys, but her sister was quite discreet about them. One could say that Nikki didn't think them important enough to bring them home, or even to mention them. Seeing Nikki's date face to face, being confronted with the reality of it, was something she was not prepared to deal with - not at all. The intensity of her possessiveness scared her... It was so damned easy to lose her... So damned easy.
'This is a double-edged sword,' Linda figured. 'It's sweet, but cuts like a knife.'
A bedside lamp was on in their bedroom. Nikki had fallen asleep with a psychology textbook on her lap. She had become very curious about everything related to human behavior - incest, particularly, which was predictable, considering everything... There were almost no references to cases similar to theirs, Nikki had told her. Most of the entries in the libraries were about father-daughter incest... and child abuse... and both topics were quite depressing, if not scary altogether.Nikki searched databases and indexes and surveys on the subject (read in a rather surreptitious way) until she found a few cases of sister-sister incest, some of them consensual, some of them abusive. Most of the consensual stuff was underreported, though. Researchers were not interested in cases where the risk of psychological damage was low and the information was sparse. Generally, the people involved were too ashamed to talk freely about their experiences, especially if there was no reason to.
Linda sat on the edge of Nikki's bed and watched her youngest sister sleep. Nikki's denim shorts were unbuttoned, probably to give her hand ready access to her sex. Nikki must have masturbated while waiting for her to return.
Although Nikki never said a word about it, Linda knew Nikki was jealous too. Sudden sadness in the big blue-gray eyes of a sweet sixteen-year-old were the only visible signs of it. Early on, they said they should keep on dating and avoid any hint that could give them away. People, and especially their parents, would find it strange if they stopped seeing guys altogether. They were so popular at S.F. High that such a major shift in their social life wouldn't go unnoticed. Belinda Hughes would be the first one to talk, Linda was sure of it... She didn't know who she could trust anymore... On the other hand, "they" would never suspect that she would gladly give up all her dates for Nikki, or would they?
Suddenly Nikki's eyes opened. "Hey," she said, stretching herself and letting a wide yawn out, "you're back. So, how was your date?"
"Lousy. I think we broke up... for good."
"Why? Did you tell him about-"
"No, of course not. I'd never do that. He was a jerk, and that's all there is to it."
Linda recounted what happened in the movie theater. Nikki hugged her tight, putting her arms around Linda's waist, giving her comfort. Feeling this much sweetness from her unselfish sister, Linda's eyes filled up with tears once again. Now she began to sob inconsolably.
Nikki held Linda through it. Linda still had feelings for Rick, but none were related to sex. It was the idea of settling down in a nice neighborhood and having kids that kept her heart warm for him. Nikki and Linda had talked about it after a feverish session of lovemaking. The meaning of their new feelings for each other was another thing they talked about. Soon they both came to the same depressing conclusion - their future together was doomed... A year from now, Linda would be in college and away from home. Linda would be hundreds of miles away while her younger sister had to stay behind and finish school. Big Sis had promised to come home as often as possible, but Nikki knew her sister would undoubtedly find new friends and tons of guys (and girls?) more than willing to share their beds with her.
Big Sis's crying began to subside. Linda wiped off her tears with her slender hands, another feature Nikki loved in her sister. And those green eyes glistened, still immensely sad.
"Come," Linda said with a shaky voice. Linda grabbed Nikki's hand, leading the way. A few years before, Nikki would have protested. She hated it when Linda made her do things without saying why. Household chores were the "uncoolest" thing Linda made her do. "There's nothing better than hard work to strengthen character," Linda wisecracked. Everybody should do their share, and there was no room for exceptions. But now, if Linda said "jump," Nikki answered "how high?" She was madly in love with Linda, with her magnetic beauty, her sandy brows, her long flowing hair full of curls and waves, her tantalizing eyes, her athletic, trim body, with its smooth, soft curves... Nikki was enthralled. Big Sis must be a witch. Linda had cast a spell over her.
Linda guided her to the back yard, settling down on Dad's lawn chair. She motioned Nikki to sit on her lap. As soon as Nikki spread herself out on top of Big Sis, Linda embraced her, and a chill ran up and down her spine.
They watched the starry sky. Every time Linda saw a shooting star, she pointed it out to her younger sister. Then they kissed, slowly, enjoying warm, wet lips touching warm, wet lips, tongues trading caresses. Sometimes Linda cried, apparently for no reason, and that made Nikki sad. Silence ensued. Neither of them wanted to break the spell, the beauty of the evening. After a long while, Linda whispered her apologies for their quarrel at The Dome. Nikki shushed her immediately, putting her fingers against her lips, murmuring, "Shhh... Don't speak... I love you." And then Nikki kissed her... Still, Linda's heart weighed tons. The pain didn't go away... It still hurt inside, BADLY. | null | CHAPTER SEVEN: Depression | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year98/13235.txt |
7,951 | Jan V. | SISTERS | Zoe and Jeannie got off the school bus and began their ten-minute uphill walk the rest of the way home. It was a stiflingly hot day. The sun was high and unforgiving, blazing down on them. Zoe heard that the temperature was likely to reach 100 degrees that afternoon, and it seemed the S.F. High radio station guys were right. Although they had braided their hair up, Zoe's and Jeannie's necks and the small of their backs were covered with sweat. Joey wanted Zoe to go and take a ride on his Harley, but she immediately turned him down. There was no place on earth she would rather be but there, on that searing hillside, next to Jeannie. Her twin egged her on to accept Joey's suggestion, while Zoe kept telling her she didn't want to. Her excuse was the high temperature in the Valley, and surely both Joey and Jeannie could understand that. So Jeannie shrugged and joined her in the school bus.
"You don't have to do this," Jeannie had said.
"I know."
"I mean, you don't have to do this for me. You're free to date whoever you want."
"I know," she repeated, unable to hide her annoyance. "But I don't want to."
"Why?"
Zoe shrugged her shoulders, looking through the window as the bus pulled away. She couldn't continue the conversation. Brittany McGuire came and sat down behind them and started an animated jabber of school gossip. She also explained why her mom was unable to come and pick her up that afternoon. Brittany's mother had an important appointment with her agent. Mrs. McGuire, a.k.a. Tamara Davies, was going to audition for a "major" role in a "major" movie with a "major" studio. So that meeting, to discuss such a crucial event in the life of a Hollywood actress, was of great consequence.
Zoe smiled to herself, recalling Linda's profound distaste and contempt for everything related to Hollywood. Big Sis's favorite movies were mostly foreign, shot in black-and-white, and featuring actors and actresses with unpronounceable names. Her first "real" boyfriend, Jack Corbett, had put her up to it, luring Big Sis into his house - he was 20 at the time, and five years older than Linda - to make out and see some old foreign flicks.
"Hey, Lana's here," Jeannie said as they trudged onto the driveway.
Zoe nodded, taking a glance at Lana Martin's '94 Ford Mustang, a red convertible her father had given her when his daughter turned sixteen. Coincidence or not, Lana's newfound love was Jack Corbett... Whether Linda took exception to it, Zoe didn't know, but every time Jack and Linda were in the same room there was tension in the air. If Lana was alone with Nikki, things went better and Linda joined in the conversation gladly.
Zoe and Jeannie greeted Anita as they walked in the back door. Mom was in the living room, talking to someone on the phone. From the bottom of the stairs, they heard good-humored screaming and giggling coming from their older sisters' room. Without hesitation, the twins scampered inside, curious about the reason for all that silly tittering, finding Lana and Nikki lying on Linda's bed.
"Hi, Lana."
"Hi, Jeannie," Lana said, turning over and looking up. "Hi, Zoe."
"Hi."
Jeannie sat down on Linda's bed as Nikki greeted them as well. Before long Jeannie learned that guys - what else? - were the root cause of the unrest among "the troops". Jack Corbett and Scott Rowan, a guy Nikki had been dating on and off, were mentioned as well as Joey Hernandez. A couple of minutes later, Zoe left the room, disgusted at the inanity of it all.
"You should tell your sister to lighten up. She's always so serious."
"Yeah, sometimes I think she should've been a guy."
Lana gave a chuckle, her eyes staring at Jeannie questioningly.
"I mean, she doesn't look like a guy... like I don't look like a guy... but... sometimes she's so bossy and-"
"You mean, she dominates you," Lana reasoned.
"I think what Jeannie is trying to say is that Zoe's always been the tomboy of the family," Nikki intervened. "She's always been the best at sports, climbing trees and catfights. She's even KO'd a guy over Jeannie."
"Really?" Lana exclaimed, her eyes examining Nikki and then Jeannie. "Why? What did he do?"
Jeannie smiled, then said, "He called me 'bitch'. Zoe got so mad that she kicked him in his knee really hard, and the next thing I know he collapses right in front of us. Everyone thought he was dead... because he didn't scream... nothing. He passed out, just like that."
"Wow! So I have to be real careful around your sister."
"You bet." Jeannie laughed and stood up. "Gotta take a shower. All my clothes are sweaty... and smell.""Nikki asked, stunned by her sister's sudden animosity.
"Away... I need to finish this paper..."
Linda moved away from the table and left The Dome, heading back to S.F. High. She crossed the street, her hands and legs shaking against her will. She was mad, so mad at all of them, including Nikki. Her sister seemed keen on humiliating her in public. And she was just sick of it, sick of it all!
"Linda, wait," she heard Nikki call out from across the street. Linda walked on, ignoring her sister's cries, but soon Nikki caught up with her. "Linda, stop. I want to talk to you."
"OK, talk." Linda came to a halt and waited. Nikki looked confused, afraid, and furious at the same time.
Nikki swallowed and asked, "I don't understand... What's the matter with you? It was a joke, Linda!"
"I was not joking, Nikki."
"What do you mean?"
"You said I was in love... and I just confirmed it."
"Linda..." Nikki looked away from her sister's green eyes. They seemed so stern and uncaring. "I- What do you want me to do? Am I forbidden to crack jokes in front of you? Is that it?"
"No... I just don't like to be humiliated in front of my friend and your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend! He's- Oh, forget it. I don't owe you any explanation. It seems as though you're jealous." Facing her sister again, Nikki added, "Come on, Linda... You see Rick every day and I don't say a word about it."
"Maybe you should," Linda replied, turning away from Nikki.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Nikki had shouted her last question but Linda didn't look back. Instead, Linda began to talk to a bunch of guys. Nikki cursed and turned her back on Linda, wondering why her sister could be such a bitch... sometimes at least.
* * *
Linda felt very depressed. Her heart weighed like a ton, her hands trembled, her whole body shook from time to time, involuntarily. She sat beside Rick, squinting at a screen and moving colors and shadows that had no meaning to her. The movie theater was dark and people around her were silent, minds sharp, ready and hungry for the next scene of an outrageous plot. It was her boyfriend's idea to catch this movie with so much senseless violence.
'Sex mixed with violence and violence mixed with sex. It's what sells these days,' she thought. If she ever married Rick, she would never allow her kids to see such trash. She swallowed... Her throat was slightly sore... She felt like crying... Every time she heard a gunshot she would start in her seat and get tenser and tenser, her ears resonating with that hideous sound. It was becoming impossible for her to stay quiet and motionless. She was hating the movie so much. She looked at Rick. He was too absorbed in the action to notice how badly her eyes implored him to let them leave and breathe in some fresh air and watch the stars outside, shining, against the darkness... Maybe they could see a shooting star and wish a wish.
Rick could be romantic sometimes, like when he brought her a bunch of roses after a nasty fight about having unprotected sex. He wanted to have sex without a condom, but she wouldn't budge. If he wanted that, he should find another girlfriend, Linda had told him. When she thought everything was over between them, he showed up on her front lawn with that impressive bunch of flowers, and confessed how stupid he had been, that he wanted her back.
And then there was Nikki, her younger sister. Whether Linda wanted or not, Nikki had become her lover. She shut her eyes, and shook her head, feeling so much pain inside... It hurt so MUCH. She didn't exactly understand where all that pain had come from. Perhaps "it" had been waiting for the right moment to strike and reduce "its" victim to a human rag.
Sometimes Linda wished Nikki weren't her sister. If they weren't related, things would be far easier for both of them. She knew she was strong enough to face anyone about her preference for girls - she was convinced by now that her... bisexuality?... lesbianism?... was a matter of fact - but she was sure she couldn't handle the horror-struck faces of people if the facts about her incestuous relationship with Nikki came out.
There was so much to lose... She was deeply ashamed by her own behavior, by her jealousy. It could ruin everything she had with Nikki... but she was so afraid to lose her...
Everything seemed so fragile and ephemeral at that point, as if she walked on a roof made of crystal that cracked every time she took a step forward.
Linda called Rick that afternoon. Because she didn't have any plans of her own, she accepted Rick's. An early evening at the movies seemed a good idea, and the perfect excuse to postpone another confrontation with Nikki. But that stupid movie ruined everything. Her conciliatory mood was gone. Now there was only room for resentment... and guilt.
She was letting everybody down... Nikki, Rick, the twins, Mom and Dad. She had started the whole thing. She, the girl everybody admired and loved, the future prom queen, had failed them all. She had betrayed Mom's and Dad's and everyone's trust by sleeping with Nikki, by "making" her sister fall in love with her... And the twins, as impressionable as they were, had followed suit.
She wanted to cry. Keeping tears from flowing was getting harder and harder. She couldn't stand it any more. She rose to her feet and bolted out.
The usherette looked bewildered as Linda rushed into the lobby, hyperventilating and shaking.
"Are you all right, dear?" the middle-aged woman asked, but Linda couldn't say a word. Her lungs kept pumping air uncontrollably. "Let's go outside... And Jimmy," the usherette added, calling a freckled, nervous red-haired little boy, "get some water for me, will you?"
The usherette's kind, concerned eyes returned to Linda.
'This complete stranger could be my mother,' it occurred to Linda. For a moment she wanted to believe that. At least, Nikki wouldn't be her sister...
They stepped outside, the woman still bracing Linda with her plump, strong arm, and they waited there. Linda looked up at the sky, and the stars, so far away but so close to her soul. She started sobbing again. She was ashamed she was unable to control her feelings any more. Everything seemed to hurt so much now. Why? WHY? 'Please, God, tell me why? WHY?'
That scream was inside her. Her brains felt as though they were on fire. The water arrived. The innocent, scared eyes of the red-haired little boy directed her to the glass he was holding out. Linda smiled. He was cute. She took the glass, and thanked him though he was now hiding behind his mother's imposing frame.
"This's my son," the woman explained, glowing with mother's pride, her hand messing up his hair in a playful gesture. "Hey, Jimmy, say hello to this young lady." Linda smiled again. She was thankful to this complete stranger for her effort to put an end to her unhappiness. They chatted for a while about her son, what he had been up to lately... small talk that made her relax... and forget everything... and the fact that Rick was still inside watching the movie.
Rick joined her in the lobby a quarter of an hour later. His eyes blinked, trying to adapt to the strong, garish light.
"What's up?" he asked, his hands buried in his pockets.
Linda couldn't believe this guy. Was that all he had to say? He had seen her leave the theater as if escaping death itself and, instead of coming after her and asking what was wrong, he stayed inside for a fucking quarter of an hour watching the most feeble movie she'd ever seen.
"I want to go home."
"Why?"
"If you don't know why, then there's nothing for us to talk about."
Rick began to shift his weight from one foot to the other, a tell-tale sign of his nervousness. His eyes gazed around and then fell on the usherette.
"Sweetheart, calm down. I-"
"Don't you touch me, you hear?" Linda yelled, driving his arm away from her shoulders.
"Why?" he hollered back. "What did I do?"
"Let's not talk about it. It's no use."
Linda shuddered. Eventually he agreed the best thing they could do was to go home and skip the rest of the movie. He was horn-mad, but so was she. Linda left the car without the usual good-bye kiss and light petting. She heard the wheels screeching, and then the brakes, and then again the same screeching sound. Rick's car had made the customary U-turn, this time performed ten times faster, fueled by too much gas and blind rage.
Linda went upstairs. No one was in the living room. Mom and Dad were not at home, as usual, but she knew Nikki was... She still had to deal with the quarrel with Nikki. Linda hadn't seen her sister since the scene of open jealousy down at The Dome. Linda knew Nikki was dating a couple of guys, but her sister was quite discreet about them. One could say that Nikki didn't think them important enough to bring them home, or even to mention them. Seeing Nikki's date face to face, being confronted with the reality of it, was something she was not prepared to deal with - not at all. The intensity of her possessiveness scared her... It was so damned easy to lose her... So damned easy.
'This is a double-edged sword,' Linda figured. 'It's sweet, but cuts like a knife.'
A bedside lamp was on in their bedroom. Nikki had fallen asleep with a psychology textbook on her lap. She had become very curious about everything related to human behavior - incest, particularly, which was predictable, considering everything... There were almost no references to cases similar to theirs, Nikki had told her. Most of the entries in the libraries were about father-daughter incest... and child abuse... and both topics were quite depressing, if not scary altogether.
Nikki searched databases and indexes and surveys on the subject (read in a rather surreptitious way) until she found a few cases of sister-sister incest, some of them consensual, some of them abusive. Most of the consensual stuff was underreported, though.Researchers were not interested in cases where the risk of psychological damage was low and the information was sparse. Generally, the people involved were too ashamed to talk freely about their experiences, especially if there was no reason to.
Linda sat on the edge of Nikki's bed and watched her youngest sister sleep. Nikki's denim shorts were unbuttoned, probably to give her hand ready access to her sex. Nikki must have masturbated while waiting for her to return.
Although Nikki never said a word about it, Linda knew Nikki was jealous too. Sudden sadness in the big blue-gray eyes of a sweet sixteen-year-old were the only visible signs of it. Early on they had said they should keep on dating, and avoid any hint that could give them away. People, and especially their parents, would find it strange if they stopped seeing guys altogether. They were so popular at S.F. High that such a major shift in their social life wouldn't go unnoticed. Belinda Hughes would be the first one to talk, Linda was sure of it... She didn't know who she could trust anymore... On the other hand, "they" would never suspect that she would gladly give up all her dates for Nikki, or would they?
Suddenly Nikki's eyes opened. "Hey," she said, stretching herself and letting a wide yawn out, "you're back. So, how was your date?"
"Lousy. I think we broke up... for good."
"Why? Did you tell him about-"
"No, of course not. I'd never do that. He was a jerk, and that's all there is to it."
Linda recounted what happened in the movie theater. Nikki hugged her tight, putting her arms around Linda's waist, giving her comfort. Feeling this much sweetness from her unselfish sister, Linda's eyes filled up with tears once again. Now she began to sob inconsolably.
Nikki held Linda through it. Linda still had feelings for Rick but none were related to sex. It was the idea of settling down in a nice neighborhood and having kids that kept her heart warm for him. Nikki and Linda had talked about it after a feverish session of lovemaking. The meaning of their new feelings for each other was another thing they talked about. Soon they both came to the same depressing conclusion - their future together was doomed... A year from now Linda would be in college and away from home. Linda would be hundreds of miles away while her younger sister had to stay behind and finish school. Big Sis had promised to come home as often as possible, but Nikki knew her sister would undoubtedly find new friends and tons of guys (and girls?) more than willing to share their beds with her.
Big Sis's crying began to subside. Linda wiped off her tears with her slender hands, another feature Nikki loved in her sister. And those green eyes glistened, still immensely sad.
"Come," Linda said with a shaky voice. Linda grabbed Nikki's hand, leading the way. A few years before Nikki would have protested. She hated it when Linda made her do things without saying why. Household chores were the "uncoolest" thing Linda made her do. "There's nothing better than hard work to strengthen character," Linda wisecracked. Everybody should do their share and there was no room for exceptions. But now if Linda said "jump" Nikki answered "how high?" She was madly in love with Linda, with her magnetic beauty, her sandy brows, her long flowing hair full of curls and waves, her tantalizing eyes, her athletic, trim body, with its smooth, soft curves... Nikki was enthralled. Big Sis must be a witch. Linda had cast a spell over her.
Linda guided her to the back yard, settling down on Dad's lawn chair. She motioned Nikki to sit on her lap. As soon as Nikki spread herself out on top of Big Sis, Linda embraced her and a chill ran up and down her spine.
They watched the starry sky. Every time Linda saw a shooting star, she pointed it out to her younger sister. Then they kissed, slowly, enjoying warm, wet lips touching warm, wet lips, tongues trading caresses. Sometimes Linda cried, apparently for no reason, and that made Nikki sad. Silence ensued. Neither of them wanted to break the spell, the beauty of the evening. After a long while, Linda whispered her apologies for their quarrel at The Dome. Nikki shushed her immediately, putting her fingers against her lips, murmuring, "Shhh... Don't speak... I love you." And then Nikki kissed her... Still, Linda's heart weighed tons. The pain didn't go away... It still hurt inside, BADLY.
NEXT: CHAPTER EIGHT: Fugitives | null | CHAPTER SEVEN: Depression | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year98/13142.txt |
9,889 | PJ | Diablo: Zara's Quest | Zara walked softly through the pitch-black passageway, the glow of her Falchion of Radiance lighting her way. The rogue opened her mind to the Sight, seeking any evil creatures that might be lying in wait to ambush her again. Zara had been descending deeper into the catacombs for hours, fighting the occasional skeleton or zombie, but finding no sign of where the undead had taken her companion Isolde. Unable to find the mage girl, Zara reasoned that the Master was her most likely captor, and that he would reside deeper within the corrupt catacombs of the monastery.
Zara reached an intersection, with branching passages going right, left, and straight ahead. With the Sight offering no guidance, Zara guessed and walked left. The slim girl advanced down the new hallway until she reached an open chamber with a pedestal as its only ornamentation. Zara walked up to the pedestal, discovering that a single book lay upon its surface. The book was bound with red hide and had golden script written on the cover and the spine. Zara examined the book and pedestal with her Sight until she was sure there were no hidden traps. She gently picked up the book with both hands, reading the object's title, "The Book of Blood". Zara opened the book, but could not decipher any of the mystical text. She knew it was mage script, since she had seen similar writing in many of Adria's spell books, but she could not comprehend whatever magic lay in this volume. As Zara placed the Book of Blood in her pack for later study, a secret door slid open in the wall facing her. A huge humanoid-shaped monster with dull grey skin and a single jutting horn on his forehead roared in challenge, his large feet shaking the stone floor of the room as he entered.
"Shit!" swore Zara, reaching for her Hunter's Bow. As Zara backed away towards the room's exit, the Horned Demon charged forward, shattering the book's pedestal to dust as he advanced. Zara drew back her bow's string, launching several arrows into the demon's chest. The Horned Demon bellowed with pain, but did not slow down as he pounded towards Zara. Zara fled out of the room and into the wide hallway, firing arrows occasionally as she retreated. The shafts smacked into the Horned Demon's tough hide, releasing gouts of black blood into the air. The demon grunted with each impact, walking implacably after the rogue girl. Crouching low to the dust-laden floor, the Horned Demon charged, roaring so loud Zara's ears ached. The rogue shouldered her bow before aiming her right hand at the monster and casting Firebolt. The sizzling projectile splashed against the demon's arrow-pitted chest, searing his hide. The Horned Demon groaned, stumbling slightly while he continued to charge. Zara hastily cast another Firebolt before unslinging her bow and resuming her arrow barrage. The flaming missile smacked into the first spell wound, burning even deeper into the demon's chest. Three arrows followed the spell, feathering the hideous wound smoking in the demon's torso. The Horned Demon's charge slowed to a stop, he rasped for breath, his body trembling until it finally collapsed and failed on the hallway floor.
Zara exhaled loudly, wiping perspiration from her pale brow. She carefully walked around the dead monster, re-entering the book chamber. She kept an arrow ready in her weapon as she peeked into the secret door, checking for more monsters before entering. Detecting no signs of immediate danger, Zara entered the hidden room, finding a second pedestal and a glowing red gem on the floor beside it. Drawing close to the pedestal, Zara saw that it was really a small altar, with three indentations for gem-sized objects. Zara picked up the glowing ruby, compared it to one of the spaces, then tentatively placed the gem inside it. A grinding sound alerted Zara as a secret door opened in the right-hand wall. Several Horned Demons growled loudly, shouldering against each other in their eagerness to attack. Zara raised her right arm, chanting Charged Bolt smoothly. Lightning shot from her hand to the secret door opening, lashing out at the clustered demons. The Horned Demons screamed as the lightning nibbled at their hides, leaving painful burns on their flesh. Zara cast another Charged Bolt, filling the crowded wall opening with more flashing electricity. The rogue girl summoned bolt after bolt until all of the Horned Demons were dead and most of her mana had been expended. She leaned against the altar, her legs quivering with exhaustion. Zara fumbled inside her pack, grasping a crystal vial filled with blue liquid. She popped the wax seal and sucked down the bitter elixir. Fresh magic burned in Zara's body, restoring her mana levels.
Zara dragged the smoking bodies out of the doorway so she could wriggle through to the room beyond. The chamber was empty except for another glowing red gem that rested in a far corner. Zara took the gem, returning to the altar room and placing it in the second space carved into the altar's surface. The wall to the left shook as a panel opened within it. Two Horned Demons roared as they marched towards Zara. The rogue picked up her idle falchion, rushing forward to impale the lead demon in the stomach. Hot black blood gushed over Zara's arm as she rammed her weapon again and again into the lumbering monster's belly. The Horned Demon swiped weakly at Zara before he fell limply to the floor. The second demon kicked his comrade aside, slashing at Zara with a huge grey claw. Razor-sharp nails sliced across Zara's chest, leaving four rents in her leather armor. Zara stumbled back from the force of the blow, then slashed up with her sword. She cut deep into the demon's left wrist, making him grunt in pain. The demon swung down with his right fist, smashing a deep hole in the floor while Zara agilely leapt away from the attack. Zara lunged forward in a crouch, sticking the demon in the left leg with her blade. The Horned Demon swiped at Zara again, missing his target. Roaring with frustration, the demon lowered his head and charged at the slim young woman. Zara dodged aside too slowly, she grunted as the Horned Demon crashed into her body and propelled her against the far wall. Zara smacked loudly into the unforgiving stone, she heard several ribs snap inside her from the force of the charge. Held up against the wall by the Horned Demon's enormous body, Zara raised her falchion with both hands and plunged it into the monster's thick, vulnerable neck. The demon shuddered from the blow, placing his hands on the wall for support while Zara stabbed him over and over. Coughing up blood, the Horned Demon fell away from the wall and Zara, flopping bonelessly to the floor.
Zara fell to the floor in a heap, her sides burning with agony. She wiped saliva from her mouth, every breath sending fresh stabs of pain through her body. Zara used all of her mana to heal herself, the magic re-knitting her broken ribs. She staggered to her feet, using the wall for support, her body still weak and drained from spell casting. Zara searched the Horned Demons' lair, finding a third blood stone inside. Carefully, Zara placed the third stone in its receptacle, her glowing falchion held ready when another secret door opened in the wall facing her. No Horned Demons charged forward, to the great relief of the rogue girl. Zara slowly entered the dark chamber beyond the open portal, gasping in surprise when she beheld a suit of gleaming golden splint mail resting on a wooden upright frame. Enchanted runes adorned the armor's arm braces and ankle guards. Powerful magic resonated from the suit when Zara used her Sight to examine it. Zara ran her hand over the cool steel of the armor, excited by the power burning within it. Checking to see that no monsters approached from the entryway, Zara stripped off her leather armor and weapons until she stood only in her white panties. She carefully clasped the golden splint mail over her white flesh, encasing her sensuous form in the protective metal. The enchanted suit altered itself to hug close to her body, it molded to conform with her feminine curves. The armor was light, Zara could move as easily as if she was still wearing her leather gear. She re-belted her sword, then shouldered her pack and bow. Zara was adjusting her ponytail of hair when a flaming arrow smashed into her armored chest and knocked her off her feet.
Two skeletons roughly lowered the naked girl from the metal cross, her bare skin wrinkled tightly over her bones, blue with the tint of death."She had a sweet pussy," mourned Leoric, watching from his throne as the skeletons carried the limp body away to be devoured by his undead minions. Isolde sat next to the undead king's left leg, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, her bare skin white and luminescent in the bleak darkness. Leoric fondled her thick black hair, petting her like a prized hound. A barely clothed zombie male shambled into the crypt, halting before Leoric and performing a parody of a bow.
"Blackash...sent," drooled the zombie, his eyes glazed and staring. "Girl found Book of Blood...unlocked Armor of Valor."
"No, it cannot be!" snarled Leoric, yanking painfully on Isolde's hair, making her whimper softly. "What is Blackash doing?"
"Attacking her...as you said," gibbered the zombie.
"Go to Bilefroth's slave pit, bring him to me at once!" shouted Leoric, trembling with rage and fingering the rune-laden iron crown resting on his deathly grey brow.
"Master," hissed the zombie, bowing deeply again before shuffling out of the crypt.
"The bitch is too close, too close," muttered Leoric, nibbling the flesh off of a finger on his right hand.
"Fuck me, Master! Please!" begged Isolde, reaching out to fondle his crotch while her left hand strayed to her burning cunt.
"Not now, whore!" spat Leoric, slapping Isolde away.
Isolde sat up again, rubbing her bruised right cheek tenderly. She smiled wantonly, licking her lips.
"Thank you, Master. That felt good," purred the naked girl.
"Did it? Would you like more?" rumbled Leoric, uncoiling a whip from his belt, snapping it with a flick of his wrist.
"Yes, Master! Please, hurt me," moaned Isolde, looking up at the king with slavish adoration, her left hand rubbing her wet pussy desperately.
"As you wish," smiled Leoric, his sunken eyes smoldering with lust as he raised the whip's handle and lashed Isolde's bare back. The naked girl shuddered with ecstasy when the leather licked across her warm skin. Leoric snapped the whip again, creating a long, angry welt across Isolde's spine. Isolde moved to rest on her hands and knees, presenting her small, firm ass to her lord. Leoric licked his dry lips, baring sharp yellow fangs while he cracked the whip over his ensorcelled slave. Isolde moaned with each new bruise, she wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with excitement as her flesh trembled from the whip's cruel kisses. Isolde's buttocks and back were cris-crossed with throbbing red welts.
"Bind her over my tomb," ordered Leoric, dangling his whip along the dust-draped floor.
Two stationary skeletons emerged from their posts along a wall, taking the prone, moaning girl and dragging her to the undead king's resting place. The skeletons pressed Isolde against the lid of the tomb, arching her back until she almost lay atop the cold stone sarcophagus. One skeleton grabbed Isolde's wrists and bound them together with black leather cord while the other placed a gag inside the naked girl's slack mouth. Leoric positioned himself in front of Isolde, admiring her pumping tits and quivering wet cunt. The undead king swung his whip forward, bruising Isolde's left breast. The young girl groaned in her gag, her pussy releasing a fresh flood of thick honey. Leoric hurried to his knees, lapping up the trembling girl's cum. He shoved his face into Isolde's pussy, sucking her juices as they flowed out of her hot vagina. Isolde closed her eyes in bliss, she thrust out her hips, rubbing her crotch against Leoric's rotting face. She held her arms limply over her head, enjoying the feel of the leather bonds as they pressed against her slim wrists.
"Your pussy is so good," murmured Leoric, slowly licking up her slit with his long, slimy tongue. He licked Isolde's inner thighs, savoring the taste of her warm skin. Discarding the whip, Leoric kicked Isolde's legs apart, undid his breeches, and slammed his hardened cock into the bound girl's cunt. Isolde moaned deeply into her gag, her vagina clamping tightly around her undead lover's shaft. Leoric grappled with Isolde's young breasts, pressing against them as he thrust into her hot tight hole. The king tore away Isolde's gag, leaning down to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Isolde groaned, caressing Leoric's decayed tongue with her own living one. Leoric explored Isolde's throat, his lips devouring hers.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" begged Isolde, pumping her hips in time with Leoric's, shoving her pussy against the king's impaling spear. Leoric filled his hands with Isolde's rich black hair, licking her quivering neck, tasting the sweet life that coursed through her blood. Leoric pressed his body over Isolde's, he held onto her bound wrists with his hands as he thrust with all his undead strength into the yielding girl's cunt. The king felt Isolde's hot breath on his cheek as she orgasmed, her vagina squeezing his member while a stream of honey poured from her womb onto his crotch. Leoric grabbed his chalice, gathering her pussy juices before mixing it with his own cream. He gave the cup to Isolde, watching her greedily drink the heady potion, binding her to him for another day. When Isolde had finished the musky brew, Leoric retrieved his chalice, pushing off of the girl's firm body.
"Put her on the cross," ordered Leoric, returning to his throne and sitting down heavily.
The two skeleton servants took Isolde's limp arms and carried her naked body to the metal cross vacated by the recently deceased female prisoner. The skeletons pushed Isolde up against the cross, quickly closing metal restraints over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. Isolde moaned softly, her head dangling forward on her heaving chest, her long black hair falling over her face like a funeral veil. Leoric admired Isolde's naked form hanging from the cold iron cross, his lips still sticky with drops of her cum.
"Blackash must slay the rogue," whispered Leoric.
Zara hid behind the wooden frame that had once held the Armor of Valor. She yanked the smoldering arrow from her chest as two more burning shafts smacked into the frame's surface. The rogue girl glanced around the frame, spotting a single skeleton that burned like an oil-drenched torch. The skeleton raised an iron bow adorned with several red-glowing runes. He drew back his bowstring, which ignited the arrow nocked within it. The skeleton fired the arrow, missing Zara's right cheek by a hair width. Zara ducked back behind the frame, preparing her own Hunter's bow for firing.
Blackash lowered himself to a crouch, an arrow flaming in his bow, as he silently moved right to get a clear shot at Zara. When the rogue girl dived away from the frame, Blackash fired, scoring a hit on Zara's left thigh. Zara grunted from the hit, firing her own arrow at the skeleton. The projectile smashed one of Blackash's left ribs but did no appreciable damage. Blackash fired several more arrows in quick succession, hitting Zara's back and upper left thigh. The arrows snapped against Zara's enchanted armor, but the impacts did slow the girl down. Zara launched a stream of arrows, smashing more of Blackash's ribs and chipping away at his flaming arms. As the skeleton staggered backwards, Zara dropped her bow and drew her falchion, sprinting towards the reeling undead. Blackash fired his bow, sending two smoking arrows deep into Zara's belly. Zara groaned, but maintained her charge, raising her sword at Blackash. Before the skeleton could loose another shaft, Zara hacked down with her falchion, severing her foe's right arm. The enchanted bow fell to the floor with a clatter as Zara smashed the skeleton into a pile of flickering debris.
Zara tore the arrows out of her stomach, groaning loudly with pain as her blood poured over her golden armor. She pressed her left hand over her wounds, maintaining pressure while she tore a bandage from her pack. Wrapping the thick cloth around her lower torso, Zara retrieved her bow, gathered Blackash's weapon, then took a scroll of Town Portal from her pack. She recited the spell, barely waiting for the magical gateway to open before she plunged inside.
"You called, Leoric?" growled the massive Overlord named Bilefroth.
"Yes, we have a problem," replied the undead king, draped in the darkness surrounding his throne.
"It had better be important, I was breaking in two new slaves," purred the demon, tugging on two chains in his right claw that led to choke collars fastened around the necks of two young beautiful naked girls.
"Your toys can wait. You must kill a rogue known as Zara before our Dark Lord finds out about her," spat Leoric, "or else both of our lives are forfeit!" | null | Chapter 7 | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year98/14012.txt |
10,855 | yenoc | SAVED BY THE BELL - PERILS OF KELLY | Zack was deep in thought. He and Slater were sitting in their usual booth in The Max, and Slater was saying something, but Zack was miles away. Kelly was no longer his girlfriend, and he had accepted that fact. Seeing her every day in school and remaining friends with her hadn't helped, but he had accepted it nonetheless. Hell, he saw her every day after school too, as she was a waitress at The Max. There were other restaurants in town, some with better food, but for some reason he felt compelled to return to The Max every day after school and during lunchtime too. His friends felt the same way. It was almost as if this were some TV show and The Max was a set.
"Hey, preppy! Are you listening to me?" Slater had noticed that Zack wasn't paying any attention to A.C.'s dissertation on the relative merits of wrestling holds. Damn pretty boy, he has no appreciation for sports, thought Slater.
Zack paid no attention to Slater's query - he was still lost in thought. Although he had accepted their separation, Zack just couldn't get Kelly off his mind. Every ten seconds, an image of Kelly, in her bathing suit, would pop into his mind. He still remembered the vacation to Hawaii that the gang took, over summer break, like it was yesterday. It was December, for Christ's sake! Actually, he didn't remember the vacation - he remembered Kelly in her bathing suit. Zack was shallow enough to have forgotten the pain of their breakup - it had been a year ago, after all. On the other hand, he was man enough to remember the tanned and well-toned legs displayed by her French-cut swimsuit, four months ago. He was surprised that Kelly's modeling career had petered out - she certainly had the looks.
A french-fry bouncing off his nose interrupted Zack's train of thought. "What the hell, Slater!"
"Man, preppy, you were really zoned out," laughed Slater. "I was getting worried that you were in a coma, so Doctor Slater had to apply the old 'french-fry in the face' test. Looks like it worked. It's just a good thing for you that I care."
"Oh, you're a regular comedian, aren't you," quipped Zack. "I was thinking, Slater, but I guess you wouldn't know what that's like." Now, it was Zack's turn to smile.
Slater decided to let that one go. "So, what were you thinking about?"
Zack wasn't sure if he wanted to share his thoughts. "Oh, nothing important... You know, just stuff. In fact, I was thinking about college next year." Zack thought that last one would throw Slater off. Next year they would both be going to UC, he hoped. Slater was sure to get a wrestling scholarship, and Zack had supplemented his straight C average with a healthy dose of the Morris charm during his interview.
Slater wasn't buying it. "Since when do you think about school? Besides, I saw your face. You kept smiling, then frowning, then smiling. It must be something serious."
Zack decided to level with his friend. He wasn't sure how to ease into the subject, though. Oh well, might as well try the direct approach. "Slater, have you and Jessie ever done it?"
Slater started to choke on his soda. Gasping for breath, he replied, "What?!"
"What I mean, is have you and Jessie ever had sex," Zack whispered.
"Yeah, I thought that's what you said. Are you kidding? She would put me in traction if I even tried to cop a feel."
"But, you've been going out for years," answered Zack, who experienced the same problem with Kelly. It had taken him a year to convince Kelly to let him French her.
"I bet you never did it with Kelly," said a defensive Slater. He was pretty sure about that. In fact, he was pretty sure that all his friends were virgins, like him. He knew Screech was a virgin. That was for sure.
"You're right about that, and that's the problem," Zack replied angrily.
"So you were thinking about having sex with Kelly?"
"Shh, I don't need the world to know!"
"Sorry," Slater knew he hadn't been talking loudly, but he knew why Zack was nervous. Nobody ever talked about sex at Bayside.
"Yeah, I was thinking about how much I wanted to get it on with Kelly. Don't you want to do it with Jessie? Or, do you want to go to college a virgin?"
Those words sent a chill up Slater's spine. He would be laughed off the UC wrestling team if they found out he was a virgin. "No way," he said, "but how can we score? You and Kelly broke up last year, and Jessie and I have kind of cooled off lately. Besides, those prudes would never go for it. Maybe we should get some hookers..."
Just then, Screech, who had entered The Max undetected, tripped his way over to the table. "Hey guys, what are you talking about?" he squealed.
"We were talking about s..." began Slater, only to be interrupted by Zack kicking him in the shin, "Ow!"
"You were talking about sows?" queried the nerd.
"Yeah, that's it," Zack said sarcastically. Looking at his watch, "Oh well, lunch is over, time to go back to school."His dick sprang to life immediately, tenting his gym shorts.
"Oh Lisa," he wailed into the panties, stroking his rod through his shorts. He just couldn't resist. Pulling down his shorts and underwear, he sat on the bench and began stroking himself, the panties wrapped around his hand. The slightly damp cotton felt great against his throbbing manhood. Lisa's scent lingered on his nose. Realizing time was short, Screech began pumping with abandon, gazing with pride on his 10" member. If only Lisa could see this, he thought. She wouldn't think he was such a nerd if she knew he had such a massive tool. Oh God, he would love to be nailing Lisa and not her underwear. With that thought, he fired his creamy load into the panties, his face contorted into a maniacal expression of glee. Quickly, he cleaned off using the panties and then stuffed them into his pocket. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, he exited the locker room, crossed the hall, and reentered the boy's room.
The water felt great against her naked skin, thought Lisa as she lathered up. Realizing that she was spending overlong soaping her breasts, she quickly moved on to more innocuous body parts. Damn, but she was horny. It wasn't bad enough that almost all the guys in school were white and only wanted white girls, but that damn Screech scared the rest away. He was always following her around like a puppy-dog. It was no wonder no guys ever hit on her, Screech was always in the way. With no guys available, Lisa had been forced to find other ways to release her tensions. There was masturbation and then, there was Jessie. Lisa knew she wasn't a lesbian, she just took what she could get. Jessie, on the other hand, Lisa wasn't really sure, she knew that Jessie liked girls at least as much as guys. Hell, she had gone a lot farther with Lisa than she had with Slater.
With that thought, Lisa turned to see what her lover was doing. Jessie was casually soaping herself, all the while staring lustfully at the tight ass of Kelly Kopalski. It was more than the water that was making Jessie's nipples erect. Jessie noticed that Lisa had seen what she was up to and the two exchanged a knowing glance. Lisa knew that Jessie had been after Kelly for a long time, but was uncertain about how to approach her. After all, Kelly was from a strict Catholic family. Her morals didn't allow for premarital sex with boys, let alone girls. Lisa decided she wouldn't mind a piece of that tight ass, either, not that it would ever happen.
School had ended for the day and the gang was all together at The Max. As usual, Jessie, Zack, Slater, and Lisa sat together at one table, with Screech behind Slater and Zack, at another. Kelly had begun her shift as a waitress. Max, the proprietor had come over to the table. Ostensibly, he was there to take their order, but in reality he just wanted to check out the cute girls.
"Hey Max, how's it going," asked Zack.
"Oh, fine, fine," replied a preoccupied Max. Damn, that Jessie is turning into one hot number, he thought. Not to mention Lisa, her tits just kept getting bigger. "So, what do you guys want?"
"Oh, you know - the usual," answered Jessie.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," replied Max. Boy these kids were boring, ordering the same thing every damn day. Still, those girls were hot. "Let's see if I remember right... " he began, scratching behind his ear. Suddenly he pulled out an old bill, seemingly from thin air. "Here we are! Five cokes... Three fries..."
"Wow cool trick," the kids chorused, for some reason impressed. Even though Max did the same stupid magic tricks time and time again, they never failed to amaze the teenagers.
Max, in mid bow, developed a quizzical expression on his face. "Hey, what's that smell?"
Lisa, crinkling her nose in disgust, responded, "ew, I think it's Screech."
Slater sniffed and turned around. "Hey Screech, didn't you take a shower after gym?"
"Oh, I knew I forgot something," Screech whined, pitifully. "I'm sorry guys."
"Well, go sit down wind or something," quipped Lisa.
Screech was saved from further embarrassment by the arrival of Kelly with their order. "Hi guys. Hi Zack," she added. Zack seemed to be avoiding her lately. She wondered if he was mad at her.
"Oh, hi Kelly," Zack replied, unenthusiastically. He was trying to keep his mind off of Kelly. Every time he talked to her, he was plagued with libidinous fantasies. Even now, he couldn't help but imagine running his tongue over Kelly's naked flesh.
Sensing the awkwardness of the moment, Jessie felt she had to break the silence. "You know, I just realized that next week is winter break!"
"Hey, that's right mama," responded an excited Slater. He got even more excited when he saw that Lisa's nipples were hard, beneath her blouse. Slater could swear that he saw Jessie's hand on her thigh, almost at her crotch. Naw, that couldn't be, could it?
Soon the awkwardness was forgotten and everyone was chatting merrily away about their plans for break. All the while, Max was standing near the entrance, staring hungrily at Kelly's ass. By the way he licked his lips, the casual observer would think that he was in need of some lip balm.
Kelly's shift had finally come to an end. She was tired after a long afternoon's work. It was at times like this that she wished her parents were wealthy like those of her friends. Her family wasn't poor, but with 9 children, money was tight. Because of this, Kelly had to help in any way she could. Most of the money from her job went to help the family. It was a good thing she had such generous friends, without them, she would never get to go to any movies or concerts. It was her friends that paid for her to go with them on the trip to Hawaii, last summer. Kelly's reverie was interrupted by a tap on the back. It was Max.
"Boy Kelly, you sure put in a good shift today."
"Thanks, Max," she replied, blushing. He was always so nice to her. He acted almost like he was hitting on her sometimes, but Kelly knew this couldn't be. After all, he was an old man - at least 25. Kelly was too pure of heart to notice the lascivious looks he constantly gave her.
Max was nervous. He had been scheming ever since Kelly started working for him. Hell, he had hired her with the eventual goal of getting into her pants in mind. Now, at long last, he had figured out a way to get her. At least, he thought he had.
"How would you like to see a new magic trick. I've been working on it for months," he asked. Max knew the response. For some reason, these kids couldn't resist his lame tricks.
"Sure Max, that would be great," replied Kelly, her cute face brightening at the thought. Max is such a good magician, he should be on TV, she decided.
Looking around furtively, to make sure no one remained in the restaurant, Max pulled a shiny gold watch from his pant pocket. He had read many books on hypnotism over the years and was convinced it could work. This particular routine had worked so well on his dog that old Presto would do a summersault whenever he said 'pizza.' He hoped it would work on humans. Max began to swing the watch slowly before Kelly's beautiful face. Her eyes widened and began to follow the shiny object's path.
"Kelly, I want you to listen very carefully," he began in a quiet, droning voice. "You are becoming very relaxed. This is the most relaxed you've ever been. Kelly, how do you feel?"
"I... feel... very... relaxed," she answered drowsily.
"You are falling asleep. You are now asleep. Are you asleep, Kelly?"
"Yes..."
"Good. Now, you are starting to dream. It's a very pleasant dream. It is also a very sexy dream. Kelly, you are starting to feel very sexy."
"What... No..." she was starting to blush now. Max could see her nipples harden under her The Max T-shirt.
"Yes, Kelly. You are feeling very sexual. In fact, this is the horniest you've ever been. Am I right Kelly?"
"Yes..." her pulse had quickened and she was now licking her lips.
"Kelly, because the dream is so good, you will do anything I tell you. Everything I say is part of the dream. It can't be bad if it's in a dream, now can it?"
"No..." she did not look absolutely certain, but Max was sure if he didn't push her too far, she would do whatever he said. He just had to be patient and play his cards right.
"Kelly, take off your T-shirt." Slowly she complied, revealing a firm, tanned stomach and small pert breasts, bound by a white brassiere. "Now, take off your jeans." Again, dreamily, she complied. She was now in her bra and panties and Max paused a minute to savor the picture. He saw her firm, tanned, athletic body in white bra and panties. He gazed with longing at her beautiful face, framed with dark wavy hair.His dick pressed painfully against his pants as he savored her long muscular legs and the dark patch at the crotch of her panties. "Now, remove your bra." This time, she hesitated longer, but after a few seconds, the brassiere joined her other garments on the floor. When Max saw the puffy brown nipples perched on her perky breasts, he almost lost control, but not quite. "Very good, Kelly. Now take off your panties."
Kelly looked uncertain, her arms were frozen in mid-undress, her thumbs already looped in the panties' waistband. Max, realizing her powerful inhibition, acted fast. "Kelly, remember, this is just a dream. It's a good dream. Everything you do in the dream is good." Kelly's frown of uncertainty was replaced with what looked like a wicked grin to Max. Quickly, she shucked her panties and stood, swaying slightly, in front of Max. Max gasped as her tuft was revealed. He couldn't believe he had gotten so far. Well, he thought, time to go for the gold. He knew he didn't dare fuck her, but he figured he'd take what he could. If he were careful, there might be a next time.
"Kelly, get on the table," he said, pointing to a booth. "Now lie down on your back with your feet flat on the table." The hypnotized teenager complied, giving Max a gynecologist's eye view. Again, he almost came in his pants, but managed to control himself. Quickly, he joined Kelly on the table. For now, the time for talking was through. It was time for actions.
Max wasted no time. He began to kiss Kelly's well-tanned face, relishing her clean taste. Surprisingly, when he reached her lips, she returned his kiss passionately. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Max began to tongue-wrestle the entranced girl. As they kissed, he ran his hand up her flank, stopping when he felt the slight swell of her breast. He began to fondle the small cone, enjoying the soft base with his fingertips and the hard nipple with his thumb. Disengaging his tongue, he kissed his way down her neck and chest until he enclosed the other nipple with his mouth. As he rubbed one nipple with his thumb and chewed gently on the other, Max could feel Kelly shiver beneath him. The musky smell of her arousal spurred him on. Replacing his mouth with his other hand, Max climbed off the table and dragged Kelly to him.
Kelly's legs now dangled over the edge of the table, and the crouching Max had his face inches from Nirvana. He inhaled her musky scent as he gazed at the soft pink lips peeking out from thick black pubic hair. Max tore his hands away from the burning nipples and gently spread Kelly's labia. As he brought his face into the landing zone, his nose brushed against her clit, and he felt her buck beneath him. A small moan escaped the girl, as well. This moan was repeated again and again as he explored her with his tongue. The moans came faster and louder as Max licked feverishly, doing his best Presto imitation. She tasted even better than he had imagined. As his jaw tired, he concentrated more and more on her engorged clit, causing the girl to buck and moan even more. Suddenly, he felt her thighs clamp around his head as her whole body tensed. Then, with a cry of release, she went completely limp. Slowly, Max withdrew his face, now totally covered in her sticky fluids, from its former prison. He took a big gulp of air and stood up, stretching. Now for the grand finale, he thought.
His hand shaking with expectation, Max unzipped his fly and pushed aside his underwear. Like a shot from a gun, his dick popped out of his pants. With his tool at full attention, Max called to Kelly, "Kelly, come here." Kelly got off the table and walked weak-kneed over to Max. "Kelly, I want you to suck my dick."
"No...I...can't..." Kelly looked flustered.
"Yes, you can, Kelly. In fact, you want to," Max responded firmly, pointing to his neglected member. "You want to suck my dick."
Again, that wicked grin came to Kelly's face. Slowly, she crouched before Max and took him in hand. Then, without hesitation, she placed him in her mouth. Max groaned at the sensation of her hot, wet mouth engulfing his dick. Hungrily, she began to lick and suck the length of his hardon. Her tongue explored every fraction of its surface. With her hands, Kelly reached behind Max and began to knead his butt cheeks.
Max was loving every second of it. Kelly showed her inexperience with her technique, but it mattered little to Max. He hadn't expected any expertise, anyway. Besides, the erotic look of her innocent face sucking his dick was worth more than any trained tongue. Because he was so turned on, it didn't take long for Max to feel the mounting tension of an imminent cum. "Good job, Kelly, very good," he encouraged. Then, without warning, he came. Max expected Kelly to pull away after the first spurt. Instead, she tightened her grip on his ass and pulled him to her, lustfully devouring his semen. "Fuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!!" Max exclaimed as he came. When he had finished, Kelly eagerly washed his shrinking tool with her tongue. She seemed almost sad to see it go. Now there's a natural, thought Max.
His fly once more zipped, Max felt the satisfaction of a job well done. He decided that to be safe, he'd wait a while before trying anything else. Right after Christmas break seemed perfect. "Kelly," he said lovingly, "get dressed." Still entranced, she complied without a word. "Now, Kelly, when I snap my fingers, you will forget everything that happened. All that you will remember is that you and I had a nice talk about nothing in particular. Ok? Good." With that, he snapped his fingers.
As Kelly was walking home, she turned to see Max waving goodbye from The Max's doorway. Smiling, she returned his wave. His face sure looks shiny, for some reason, she thought, as she continued to walk home. Glancing at her watch, she realized that she and Max must have talked for longer than she thought. With that, she decided to hurry home. As she began to jog, she had no idea that a smiling Max was watching her ass quickly disappear.
PART 2
Samuel "Screech" Powers sat on his bed, masturbating furiously. He was still hot from the afternoon's locker-room escapades. As he stroked his huge member, Screech recalled his old girlfriend, Violet Bickerstaff. She hadn't been much to look at, but man did she give good head. Although she had made him swear never to talk about it, he and Violet had sex at least once a day for the entire time they went out. Unfortunately for Screech, her family had moved to Beverly Hills at the end of last year, taking his only source of poontang with them. At least he had his memories. With that thought, he let loose with a torrent of cum, which he deftly caught in a beaker - it would come in useful for his current experiment.
As Screech got up and redid his pants, he couldn't help but chuckle. Despite being the designated nerd in the most popular clique at Bayside, Screech was the only one who wasn't still a virgin. It was that knowledge which allowed him to keep his promise to Violet. Anyway, Screech's past experience made it all the harder for him to survive the current drought. He knew all too well that there was more to life than masturbation. For the time being, masturbation would have to suffice. However, if Screech's plan worked, it would not have to suffice for long. Soon, he thought, his beloved Lisa would be satisfying his every need.
Screech left his room and descended the stairs to the basement. He still carried his freshly obtained ingredients. He had long ago transformed the basement into a sophisticated laboratory. No one disturbed him as he had no siblings and his parents could care less what he did, as long as he didn't bother them. Screech moved directly to a chemistry setup that looked like something out of an old monster movie.
He placed the beaker under a very convoluted tube that was connected to several flasks of strangely colored liquids. Turning a valve, he watched as fluid flowed through the tube, mixing as it went, and began to flow into the beaker. Once he had a few hundred milliliters of fluid in the beaker, Screech closed the valve. He looked at the beaker; it was half-filled with a muddy-colored, soupy liquid. Screech took this mix and placed it over a Bunsen burner, which he immediately lighted. Swirling it gently, Screech let the mixture cook for several minutes. He removed it from the flame and gazed at it appraisingly. His beaker was now about a third filled with bright green, translucent fluid. Screech guessed that it would glow in the dark, but he decided that wasn't worth testing. Cautiously, he sniffed the fluid. It was almost odorless, with a slight hint of ammonia.
Now, Screech thought, time for the real test. Grimly, he took an eyedropper and filled it with the fluid. He then advanced to the corner of the basement. Here was a table with a cage housing two docile-looking white mice. One was male, the other female. Their names were Mickey and Minnie. Reaching into the cage, Screech grabbed Minnie and gently lifted her out.
"Don't worry, Minnie, this won't hurt...I hope," he squeaked.With that, he put the eyedropper in the rodent's mouth and squirted a few drops into her. Then, he returned Minnie to her cage and closed it. Nothing happened for a few minutes, then, without warning, Minnie rammed into Mickey. Mickey, surprised by this assault, made to flee, but Minnie backed him into a corner and continued to ram him with her rear. Eventually, Minnie's intent dawned on Mickey. He quickly mounted her and began thrusting. As they fucked, both mice squeaked joyfully. Watching this spectacle, Screech smiled happily. His experiment was a complete success!
Kelly, Jessie, and Lisa were all in Lisa's room. It was Sunday afternoon, and the coming week was the last before winter vacation. Unfortunately, that meant that every teacher would be trying to get in the last test of the marking period. So, the three girls were hard at work studying. At least, that's what they were supposed to be doing. Instead, they were hard at work gossiping.
"I hear Zack and what's-her-name just broke up," mentioned Jessie.
"Laura?" suggested Lisa.
"Yeah, I think that was it. Isn't that the third one this month?" answered a grinning Jessie. "Hey Kelly, you've been quite quiet. Is something the matter?"
Kelly hadn't been at all thrilled when the conversation shifted to the topic of her promiscuous ex-boyfriend. She wasn't completely sure that she was over him, but, if his dating was any indication, he was well over her. He even seemed to be avoiding her lately. "Do you think Zack is mad at me, guys?"
"Why would you think that?" asked Lisa.
"Well, he seems to be avoiding me lately. He won't even look at me when I take his order at The Max."
Jessie broke in with, "I think he's just mad because he's not getting any."
Kelly and Lisa were stunned by this outburst. "What?"
Unnoticed by the other two, Jessie had moved to a position directly behind Kelly, on Lisa's bed. "You know what boys are like. All they care about is sex, and I know for a fact that Zack hasn't been getting any. That's why he goes through girls quicker than hair gel, he's looking for someone who will put out."
"Zack isn't like that," argued Kelly.
"Oh really?" asked Lisa, eyebrows raised. "Didn't he ever try and do anything with you?"
"Yeah," added Jessie, "did he ever cop a feel?" As she made her query, the taller girl reached around and cupped Kelly's firm breasts through her t-shirt, giving a slight squeeze for punctuation.
"Uh-huh," murmured Kelly, dazed by her friend's actions.
The smiling Jessie was emboldened by the lack of resistance she had thus far encountered. "Did you go further?" she asked, tugging Kelly's top over her head and removing it completely. Kelly put up no struggle, only nodding the affirmative to the question. "Did he ever see you without this?" Jessie continued, removing the dazed girl's bra. This time, the answer was negative. "That's too bad," Jessie responded, caressing Kelly's pert breasts. Out of questions for the moment, Jessie began to nibble on the topless girl's ear, as she continued her manipulation of the sensitive breasts that barely filled her hands.
With this added stimulation, something snapped in Kelly's mind. A barrier, so carefully erected by society and her upbringing, collapsed with a roaring in her ears. No longer content with being a passive participant, she turned around, twisting out of Jessie's grip. Now, she began an assault of her own on the taller girl. Grasping the men's shirt that Jessie habitually wore, with both hands, she tore it open with much popping of buttons. At the same time, she lunged forward into a passionate kiss. Instantly the two girls were engaged in a tongue wrestling competition worthy of being a medal event at the Olympics.
Before she knew what was happening, Jessie found herself naked and completely in the just as naked Kelly's power. Kelly was making up for her inexperience with sheer exuberance. To her surprise, Jessie reached orgasm merely from the passionate kissing and Kelly's stimulation of her breasts. For some reason, Kelly had thus far steered clear of her pussy. Well, she thought, bucking under the smaller girl as she came, she would change that. The best strategy, to her analytic mind, was to lead by example. Flipping Kelly off of her and higher up the bed, she began an assault of her own on the dark-haired girl's pussy.
After a few minutes' work, Jessie was satisfied that she had Kelly well on the way to orgasm. Pausing her labors, she looked up from the soaked pussy before her to find Lisa enjoying the scene immensely as she masturbated in a nearby chair. "Stop fucking yourself and get over here," Jessie ordered. Now I can finally try some really advanced positions, she thought. In a matter of seconds, Lisa's bed was awash with three moaning, writhing, naked girls. In a brief moment of coherence, Kelly realized that both Lisa and Jessie had shaved pubes. With a sigh of relief, she plunged back into the fray, determined to redouble her efforts.
Zack, Slater, and Screech were all assembled in Screech's bedroom. The astute observer would notice a vial of glowing green fluid and a cage containing two exhausted white mice resting on his desk.
"So, what's this all about?" asked Zack, impatient with what he feared would be more of Screech's usual dorkiness.
Zack and Slater were quite surprised by the nerd's response. In a voice unusually deep and even, Screech simply said, "sex."
PART 3
Zack and Slater were at Zack's house, hard at work setting up for a New Year's Eve party. This would be a small party - only Zack, Slater, Screech, Lisa, Jessie, and Kelly would be there, but it promised to be special nonetheless. They knew better than to let Screech help, as they wanted the dip on the table, not on the floor. Anyway, Screech was going to help in a different fashion.
"Are you sure this is going to work, preppy?" asked a skeptical Slater, "after all, this is a Samuel 'Screech' Powers invention we're dealing with here."
"Have no fear, Slater. With my dad out of town on business, I would have had a party anyway. As for Screech, he might be a dork, but when it comes to science he's a genius. Besides, with me running the show, what could go wrong?"
"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," quipped Slater.
Ten minutes before party time, Screech showed up with an opaque plastic pitcher.
"Is that the stuff?" asked Slater.
"You bet," squeaked Screech.
"Just to be safe, you had better let me take that," said Zack, reaching for the pitcher. Of course, frantic juggling ensued as Screech fumbled the hand-off, but in the end, the pitcher was safely stowed in the Morris refrigerator.
At the appointed time, the girls arrived and the party got underway. Everyone had a good time, and eventually, midnight rolled around. They all cheered the ball drop, then Zack made a suggestion, "I think it's about time for Screech's special punch." Slater headed the hapless Screech off at the pass and retrieved the punch himself. "Ladies first," Zack announced, as Slater poured a drink for each of the girls.
"Are you sure this stuff is safe to drink?" Lisa asked, alternating a wary look between the green fluid and the grinning Screech.
"Don't worry, it's good stuff," Zack responded, winking at Slater and Screech.
The three girls downed their punch, and the change was instantaneous. For a moment, their eyes seemed to sparkle, and they all seemed slightly dazed. As they returned to the couch, none of the three noticed that the guys hadn't had anything to drink.
Light banter continued for the next several minutes. Then, Kelly got up and asked Zack to come talk to her. He agreed, and they headed upstairs. A moment later, Jessie stated that she and Slater also needed to talk. They too headed upstairs. This left Screech and Lisa alone on the couch. She did not appear thrilled to be left alone with the nerd.
Slater was getting worried. They had been in the Morris guestroom for about 10 minutes, and nothing had happened. Jessie hadn't said a word; she just sat on the bed looking at Slater with a weird look in her eyes. Had Screech's potion worked? If so, why wasn't Jessie begging for some loving?
Suddenly, Jessie spoke up, "A.C., are you a man?"
This question took Slater aback. "Hell yeah, momma, I'm a man!"
"If you're a man, why don't you come over here and fuck me?"
Slater didn't know what to say to that, so he said nothing. With an animal growl, he pounced on Jessie. In seconds, their clothes were scattered all over the room. They were neither in the mood for foreplay. Slater had Jessie on her knees and was taking her from behind. As he pistoned in and out of her pussy, he roughly pawed her breasts and bit lightly into her shoulder. Jessie was screaming in pleasure as she writhed beneath her lover. She had both hands buried in her sopping pussy as she fingered herself in tune to Slater's fucking.She came with a scream of pure ecstasy, and Slater followed mere seconds later, bellowing as he filled her with his hot cum.
Jessie lay on her belly, a contented look on her face. This expression was replaced with one of lust as she asked a question. "Slater, would you fuck me up the ass?"
"Uh, I don't know..." he stammered.
"I thought you were a real man," Jessie mock pouted.
This taunt was all the encouragement Slater needed. Grabbing a cheek in each hand, he spread her firm ass, exposing his brown and puckered target. He decided to apply the necessary lubrication the old-fashioned way, with his tongue. Jessie moaned in delight as Slater probed her sensitive asshole with his tongue. As her excitement mounted, Jessie rocked back and forth, rubbing her nipples against the fabric of the bed spread. At the same time, she was busy finger-fucking herself. Knowing that she couldn't hold out much longer, she made Slater aware of her need. With slow and deliberate pressure, he entered her anus with his swollen member. It was so tight he knew he could only hold out for a few thrusts, but by her moaning, he would be surprised if Jessie would wait even that long. His guess was confirmed as he felt her spasm around him after the first thrust. He continued pumping, achieving his own orgasm as she reached the height of her climax.
Zack and Kelly were in Zack's bedroom. Zack was good at reading people. By the expression on Kelly's face and their current location, he knew he was about to score. Still, he had to play it cool or risk blowing the whole thing. "So what did you want to talk about, Kelly?"
"Zack, do you still like me?"
"Sure I do."
"Well, then come over here and prove it."
Zack took a moment to look at Kelly, a vision of beauty as she sat on the edge of his bed, her lips pursed and eyes wide with anticipation. For a second, he considered rejecting her, to get revenge for the pain their breakup had caused him. One look in her eyes, however, was enough to convince him of the proper course of action. Without a word, he swept her into a passionate embrace, kissing her hotly. Slowly, tenderly, they undressed each other until they stood naked before each other.
"Kelly, you're beautiful."
"So are you, Zack."
Zack never could resist a compliment, so he resumed his kissing, now exploring Kelly's athletic body with his hands. Gently, he pushed her onto the bed, dropping down to kiss her other lips, his hands lingering on her breasts. For a second, Kelly felt a flash of déjà vu, but quickly lost herself in what she was currently feeling.
"Zack, I'm ready."
By the dampness of his face, Zack knew Kelly was indeed physically ready for him. Still, he hesitated before entering her. "Kelly, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Oh yes, please Zack... fuck me," she begged, overcome with passion.
Zack needed no further encouragement. He began a steady rhythm, at the same time kissing Kelly and fondling her breasts. Zack was enjoying his first fuck immensely, as was Kelly. As they achieved simultaneous orgasm, Zack knew he had found the girl he was going to marry.
From her vantage on the couch, Lisa could hear the sounds of passion above. It made her horny and angry at the same time. Turning to Screech, she fixed him with an angry stare. "Screech, do you know why I'm not getting my brains fucked out, right now? It's because of you! It's all your fault that I can't find a man. You won't let anyone get near me."
"Gee, I'm sorry, Lisa," responded Screech, "but I think I can make it up to you." With that, he stood up.
Lisa was shocked by his calm response. "How?"
Screech's only answer was to unzip his pants and let loose his massive trouser snake. Looking at the huge organ, now inches from her face, Lisa felt an emotion for Screech she never would have thought she could feel - lust. Lisa leapt at the object of her desire, knocking Screech back onto the couch. She was trying to get as much of it in her mouth as possible. This was Lisa's first blowjob, what a way to start!
"Lisa, slow down, you might hurt yourself!"
"Mphft... rugh... umphf!"
Lisa turned out to be quite adept in her quick mastery of deep throat. As she worked Screech to an orgasm that left her face and hair covered in cum, Lisa felt herself getting more aroused than she had ever been before. Looking at the organ which was rapidly diminishing to more mundane proportions, Lisa felt a pang of sadness. She had to feel that thing inside her! "Samuel, how long will it take for that thing to recover?"
"Not long at all if you allow me to feast upon your beauty, Lisa my sweet."
Taking her cue, Lisa undressed for the nerd whose dick she so desperately needed. As she removed her bra, she took a moment to massage her swollen nipples. She lingered even longer on her pussy, as her panties were thrown in Screech's face. Seeing that her curvaceous body had had the desired effect, Lisa wasted no time in climbing aboard the Powers' express.
As Lisa slowly lowered herself onto his member, Screech was overcome with joy. At long last, she was his. Seizing the opportunity, as it were, he cupped the breasts he had so long desired in his hands. As Lisa began the lengthy journey up and down his shaft, Screech was hit by a stunning realization. Before he came over, he had forgotten to add the love potion to the lime Cool Aid they were going to serve to the girls...
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11,368 | PJ | Diablo: Zara's Quest | Zara walked softly through the pitch-black passageway, the glow of her Falchion of Radiance lighting her way. The rogue opened her mind to the Sight, seeking any evil creatures that might be lying in wait to ambush her again. Zara had been descending deeper into the catacombs for hours, fighting the occasional skeleton or zombie, but finding no sign of where the undead had taken her companion Isolde. Unable to find the mage girl, Zara reasoned that the Master was her most likely captor, and that he would reside deeper within the corrupt catacombs of the monastery.
Zara reached an intersection, with branching passages going right, left, and straight ahead. With the Sight offering no guidance, Zara guessed and walked left. The slim girl advanced down the new hallway until she reached an open chamber with a pedestal as its only ornamentation. Zara walked up to the pedestal, discovering that a single book lay upon its surface. The book was bound with red hide and had golden script written on the cover and the spine. Zara examined the book and pedestal with her Sight until she was sure there were no hidden traps. She gently picked up the book with both hands, reading the object's title, "The Book of Blood". Zara opened the book, but could not decipher any of the mystical text. She knew it was mage script, since she had seen similar writing in many of Adria's spell books, but she could not comprehend whatever magic lay in this volume. As Zara placed the Book of Blood in her pack for later study, a secret door slid open in the wall facing her. A huge humanoid-shaped monster with dull grey skin and a single jutting horn on his forehead roared in challenge, his large feet shaking the stone floor of the room as he entered.
"Shit!" swore Zara, reaching for her Hunter's Bow. As Zara backed away towards the room's exit, the Horned Demon charged forward, shattering the book's pedestal to dust as he advanced. Zara drew back her bow's string, launching several arrows into the demon's chest. The Horned Demon bellowed with pain, but did not slow down as he pounded towards Zara. Zara fled out of the room and into the wide hallway, firing arrows occasionally as she retreated. The shafts smacked into the Horned Demon's tough hide, releasing gouts of black blood into the air. The demon grunted with each impact, walking implacably after the rogue girl. Crouching low to the dust-laden floor, the Horned Demon charged, roaring so loud Zara's ears ached. The rogue shouldered her bow before aiming her right hand at the monster and casting Firebolt. The sizzling projectile splashed against the demon's arrow-pitted chest, searing his hide. The Horned Demon groaned, stumbling slightly while he continued to charge. Zara hastily cast another Firebolt before unslinging her bow and resuming her arrow barrage. The flaming missile smacked into the first spell wound, burning even deeper into the demon's chest. Three arrows followed the spell, feathering the hideous wound smoking in the demon's torso. The Horned Demon's charge slowed to a stop, he rasped for breath, his body trembling until it finally collapsed and failed on the hallway floor.
Zara exhaled loudly, wiping perspiration from her pale brow. She carefully walked around the dead monster, re-entering the book chamber. She kept an arrow ready in her weapon as she peeked into the secret door, checking for more monsters before entering. Detecting no signs of immediate danger, Zara entered the hidden room, finding a second pedestal and a glowing red gem on the floor beside it. Drawing close to the pedestal, Zara saw that it was really a small altar, with three indentations for gem-sized objects. Zara picked up the glowing ruby, compared it to one of the spaces, then tentatively placed the gem inside it. A grinding sound alerted Zara as a secret door opened in the right-hand wall. Several Horned Demons growled loudly, shouldering against each other in their eagerness to attack. Zara raised her right arm, chanting Charged Bolt smoothly. Lightning shot from her hand to the secret door opening, lashing out at the clustered demons. The Horned Demons screamed as the lightning nibbled at their hides, leaving painful burns on their flesh. Zara cast another Charged Bolt, filling the crowded wall opening with more flashing electricity. The rogue girl summoned bolt after bolt until all of the Horned Demons were dead and most of her mana had been expended. She leaned against the altar, her legs quivering with exhaustion. Zara fumbled inside her pack, grasping a crystal vial filled with blue liquid. She popped the wax seal and sucked down the bitter elixir. Fresh magic burned in Zara's body, restoring her mana levels.
Zara dragged the smoking bodies out of the doorway so she could wriggle through to the room beyond. The chamber was empty except for another glowing red gem that rested in a far corner. Zara took the gem, returning to the altar room and placing it in the second space carved into the altar's surface. The wall to the left shook as a panel opened within it. Two Horned Demons roared as they marched towards Zara. The rogue picked up her idle falchion, rushing forward to impale the lead demon in the stomach. Hot black blood gushed over Zara's arm as she rammed her weapon again and again into the lumbering monster's belly. The Horned Demon swiped weakly at Zara before he fell limply to the floor. The second demon kicked his comrade aside, slashing at Zara with a huge grey claw. Razor-sharp nails sliced across Zara's chest, leaving four rents in her leather armor. Zara stumbled back from the force of the blow, then slashed up with her sword. She cut deep into the demon's left wrist, making him grunt in pain. The demon swung down with his right fist, smashing a deep hole in the floor while Zara agilely leapt away from the attack. Zara lunged forward in a crouch, sticking the demon in the left leg with her blade. The Horned Demon swiped at Zara again, missing his target. Roaring with frustration, the demon lowered his head and charged at the slim young woman. Zara dodged aside too slowly, she grunted as the Horned Demon crashed into her body and propelled her against the far wall. Zara smacked loudly into the unforgiving stone, she heard several ribs snap inside her from the force of the charge. Held up against the wall by the Horned Demon's enormous body, Zara raised her falchion with both hands and plunged it into the monster's thick, vulnerable neck. The demon shuddered from the blow, placing his hands on the wall for support while Zara stabbed him over and over. Coughing up blood, the Horned Demon fell away from the wall and Zara, flopping bonelessly to the floor.
Zara fell to the floor in a heap, her sides burning with agony. She wiped saliva from her mouth, every breath sending fresh stabs of pain through her body. Zara used all of her mana to heal herself, the magic re-knitting her broken ribs. She staggered to her feet, using the wall for support, her body still weak and drained from spell casting. Zara searched the Horned Demons' lair, finding a third blood stone inside. Carefully, Zara placed the third stone in its receptacle, her glowing falchion held ready when another secret door opened in the wall facing her. No Horned Demons charged forward, to the great relief of the rogue girl. Zara slowly entered the dark chamber beyond the open portal, gasping in surprise when she beheld a suit of gleaming golden splint mail resting on a wooden upright frame. Enchanted runes adorned the armor's arm braces and ankle guards. Powerful magic resonated from the suit when Zara used her Sight to examine it. Zara ran her hand over the cool steel of the armor, excited by the power burning within it. Checking to see that no monsters approached from the entryway, Zara stripped off her leather armor and weapons until she stood only in her white panties. She carefully clasped the golden splint mail over her white flesh, encasing her sensuous form in the protective metal. The enchanted suit altered itself to hug close to her body, it molded to conform with her feminine curves. The armor was light, Zara could move as easily as if she was still wearing her leather gear. She re-belted her sword, then shouldered her pack and bow. Zara was adjusting her ponytail of hair when a flaming arrow smashed into her armored chest and knocked her off her feet.
Two skeletons roughly lowered the naked girl from the metal cross, her bare skin wrinkled tightly over her bones, blue with the tint of death."She had a sweet pussy," mourned Leoric, watching from his throne as the skeletons carried the limp body away to be devoured by his undead minions. Isolde sat next to the undead king's left leg, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, her bare skin white and luminescent in the bleak darkness. Leoric fondled her thick black hair, petting her like a prized hound. A barely clothed zombie male shambled into the crypt, halting before Leoric and performing a parody of a bow.
"Blackash...sent," drooled the zombie, his eyes glazed and staring. "Girl found Book of Blood...unlocked Armor of Valor."
"No, it cannot be!" snarled Leoric, yanking painfully on Isolde's hair, making her whimper softly. "What is Blackash doing?"
"Attacking her...as you said," gibbered the zombie.
"Go to Bilefroth's slave pit, bring him to me at once!" shouted Leoric, trembling with rage and fingering the rune-laden iron crown resting on his deathly grey brow.
"Master," hissed the zombie, bowing deeply again before shuffling out of the crypt.
"The bitch is too close, too close," muttered Leoric, nibbling the flesh off of a finger on his right hand.
"Fuck me, Master! Please!" begged Isolde, reaching out to fondle his crotch while her left hand strayed to her burning cunt.
"Not now, whore!" spat Leoric, slapping Isolde away.
Isolde sat up again, rubbing her bruised right cheek tenderly. She smiled wantonly, licking her lips.
"Thank you, Master. That felt good," purred the naked girl.
"Did it? Would you like more?" rumbled Leoric, uncoiling a whip from his belt, snapping it with a flick of his wrist.
"Yes, Master! Please, hurt me," moaned Isolde, looking up at the king with slavish adoration, her left hand rubbing her wet pussy desperately.
"As you wish," smiled Leoric, his sunken eyes smoldering with lust as he raised the whip's handle and lashed Isolde's bare back. The naked girl shuddered with ecstasy when the leather licked across her warm skin. Leoric snapped the whip again, creating a long, angry welt across Isolde's spine. Isolde moved to rest on her hands and knees, presenting her small, firm ass to her lord. Leoric licked his dry lips, baring sharp yellow fangs while he cracked the whip over his ensorcelled slave. Isolde moaned with each new bruise, she wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with excitement as her flesh trembled from the whip's cruel kisses. Isolde's buttocks and back were cris-crossed with throbbing red welts.
"Bind her over my tomb," ordered Leoric, dangling his whip along the dust-draped floor.
Two stationary skeletons emerged from their posts along a wall, taking the prone, moaning girl and dragging her to the undead king's resting place. The skeletons pressed Isolde against the lid of the tomb, arching her back until she almost lay atop the cold stone sarcophagus. One skeleton grabbed Isolde's wrists and bound them together with black leather cord while the other placed a gag inside the naked girl's slack mouth. Leoric positioned himself in front of Isolde, admiring her pumping tits and quivering wet cunt. The undead king swung his whip forward, bruising Isolde's left breast. The young girl groaned in her gag, her pussy releasing a fresh flood of thick honey. Leoric hurried to his knees, lapping up the trembling girl's cum. He shoved his face into Isolde's pussy, sucking her juices as they flowed out of her hot vagina. Isolde closed her eyes in bliss, she thrust out her hips, rubbing her crotch against Leoric's rotting face. She held her arms limply over her head, enjoying the feel of the leather bonds as they pressed against her slim wrists.
"Your pussy is so good," murmured Leoric, slowly licking up her slit with his long, slimy tongue. He licked Isolde's inner thighs, savoring the taste of her warm skin. Discarding the whip, Leoric kicked Isolde's legs apart, undid his breeches, and slammed his hardened cock into the bound girl's cunt. Isolde moaned deeply into her gag, her vagina clamping tightly around her undead lover's shaft. Leoric grappled with Isolde's young breasts, pressing against them as he thrust into her hot tight hole. The king tore away Isolde's gag, leaning down to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Isolde groaned, caressing Leoric's decayed tongue with her own living one. Leoric explored Isolde's throat, his lips devouring hers.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" begged Isolde, pumping her hips in time with Leoric's, shoving her pussy against the king's impaling spear. Leoric filled his hands with Isolde's rich black hair, licking her quivering neck, tasting the sweet life that coursed through her blood. Leoric pressed his body over Isolde's, he held onto her bound wrists with his hands as he thrust with all his undead strength into the yielding girl's cunt. The king felt Isolde's hot breath on his cheek as she orgasmed, her vagina squeezing his member while a stream of honey poured from her womb onto his crotch. Leoric grabbed his chalice, gathering her pussy juices before mixing it with his own cream. He gave the cup to Isolde, watching her greedily drink the heady potion, binding her to him for another day. When Isolde had finished the musky brew, Leoric retrieved his chalice, pushing off of the girl's firm body.
"Put her on the cross," ordered Leoric, returning to his throne and sitting down heavily.
The two skeleton servants took Isolde's limp arms and carried her naked body to the metal cross vacated by the recently deceased female prisoner. The skeletons pushed Isolde up against the cross, quickly closing metal restraints over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. Isolde moaned softly, her head dangling forward on her heaving chest, her long black hair falling over her face like a funeral veil. Leoric admired Isolde's naked form hanging from the cold iron cross, his lips still sticky with drops of her cum.
"Blackash must slay the rogue," whispered Leoric.
Zara hid behind the wooden frame that had once held the Armor of Valor. She yanked the smoldering arrow from her chest as two more burning shafts smacked into the frame's surface. The rogue girl glanced around the frame, spotting a single skeleton that burned like an oil-drenched torch. The skeleton raised an iron bow adorned with several red-glowing runes. He drew back his bowstring, which ignited the arrow nocked within it. The skeleton fired the arrow, missing Zara's right cheek by a hair width. Zara ducked back behind the frame, preparing her own Hunter's bow for firing.
Blackash lowered himself to a crouch, an arrow flaming in his bow, as he silently moved right to get a clear shot at Zara. When the rogue girl dived away from the frame, Blackash fired, scoring a hit on Zara's left thigh. Zara grunted from the hit, firing her own arrow at the skeleton. The projectile smashed one of Blackash's left ribs but did no appreciable damage. Blackash fired several more arrows in quick succession, hitting Zara's back and upper left thigh. The arrows snapped against Zara's enchanted armor, but the impacts did slow the girl down. Zara launched a stream of arrows, smashing more of Blackash's ribs and chipping away at his flaming arms. As the skeleton staggered backwards, Zara dropped her bow and drew her falchion, sprinting towards the reeling undead. Blackash fired his bow, sending two smoking arrows deep into Zara's belly. Zara groaned, but maintained her charge, raising her sword at Blackash. Before the skeleton could loose another shaft, Zara hacked down with her falchion, severing her foe's right arm. The enchanted bow fell to the floor with a clatter as Zara smashed the skeleton into a pile of flickering debris.
Zara tore the arrows out of her stomach, groaning loudly with pain as her blood poured over her golden armor. She pressed her left hand over her wounds, maintaining pressure while she tore a bandage from her pack. Wrapping the thick cloth around her lower torso, Zara retrieved her bow, gathered Blackash's weapon, then took a scroll of Town Portal from her pack. She recited the spell, barely waiting for the magical gateway to open before she plunged inside.
"You called, Leoric?" growled the massive Overlord named Bilefroth.
"Yes, we have a problem," replied the undead king, draped in the darkness surrounding his throne.
"It had better be important, I was breaking in two new slaves," purred the demon, tugging on two chains in his right claw that led to choke collars fastened around the necks of two young beautiful naked girls.
"Your toys can wait. You must kill a rogue known as Zara before our Dark Lord finds out about her," spat Leoric, "or else both of our lives are forfeit!" | null | Chapter 7 | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year98/13938.txt |
12,201 | PJ | Diablo: Zara's Quest | Zara walked softly through the pitch-black passageway, the glow of her Falchion of Radiance lighting her way. The rogue opened her mind to the Sight, seeking any evil creatures that might be lying in wait to ambush her again. Zara had been descending deeper into the catacombs for hours, fighting the occasional skeleton or zombie, but finding no sign of where the undead had taken her companion Isolde. Unable to find the mage girl, Zara reasoned that the Master was her most likely captor, and that he would reside deeper within the corrupt catacombs of the monastery.
Zara reached an intersection, with branching passages going right, left, and straight ahead. With the Sight offering no guidance, Zara guessed and walked left. The slim girl advanced down the new hallway until she reached an open chamber with a pedestal as its only ornamentation. Zara walked up to the pedestal, discovering that a single book lay upon its surface. The book was bound with red hide and had golden script written on the cover and the spine. Zara examined the book and pedestal with her Sight until she was sure there were no hidden traps. She gently picked up the book with both hands, reading the object's title, "The Book of Blood". Zara opened the book, but could not decipher any of the mystical text. She knew it was mage script, since she had seen similar writing in many of Adria's spell books, but she could not comprehend whatever magic lay in this volume. As Zara placed the Book of Blood in her pack for later study, a secret door slid open in the wall facing her. A huge humanoid-shaped monster with dull grey skin and a single jutting horn on his forehead roared in challenge, his large feet shaking the stone floor of the room as he entered.
"Shit!" swore Zara, reaching for her Hunter's Bow. As Zara backed away towards the room's exit, the Horned Demon charged forward, shattering the book's pedestal to dust as he advanced. Zara drew back her bow's string, launching several arrows into the demon's chest. The Horned Demon bellowed with pain, but did not slow down as he pounded towards Zara. Zara fled out of the room and into the wide hallway, firing arrows occasionally as she retreated. The shafts smacked into the Horned Demon's tough hide, releasing gouts of black blood into the air. The demon grunted with each impact, walking implacably after the rogue girl. Crouching low to the dust-laden floor, the Horned Demon charged, roaring so loud Zara's ears ached. The rogue shouldered her bow before aiming her right hand at the monster and casting Firebolt. The sizzling projectile splashed against the demon's arrow-pitted chest, searing his hide. The Horned Demon groaned, stumbling slightly while he continued to charge. Zara hastily cast another Firebolt before unslinging her bow and resuming her arrow barrage. The flaming missile smacked into the first spell wound, burning even deeper into the demon's chest. Three arrows followed the spell, feathering the hideous wound smoking in the demon's torso. The Horned Demon's charge slowed to a stop, he rasped for breath, his body trembling until it finally collapsed and failed on the hallway floor.
Zara exhaled loudly, wiping perspiration from her pale brow. She carefully walked around the dead monster, re-entering the book chamber. She kept an arrow ready in her weapon as she peeked into the secret door, checking for more monsters before entering. Detecting no signs of immediate danger, Zara entered the hidden room, finding a second pedestal and a glowing red gem on the floor beside it. Drawing close to the pedestal, Zara saw that it was really a small altar, with three indentations for gem-sized objects. Zara picked up the glowing ruby, compared it to one of the spaces, then tentatively placed the gem inside it. A grinding sound alerted Zara as a secret door opened in the right-hand wall. Several Horned Demons growled loudly, shouldering against each other in their eagerness to attack. Zara raised her right arm, chanting Charged Bolt smoothly. Lightning shot from her hand to the secret door opening, lashing out at the clustered demons. The Horned Demons screamed as the lightning nibbled at their hides, leaving painful burns on their flesh. Zara cast another Charged Bolt, filling the crowded wall opening with more flashing electricity. The rogue girl summoned bolt after bolt until all of the Horned Demons were dead and most of her mana had been expended. She leaned against the altar, her legs quivering with exhaustion. Zara fumbled inside her pack, grasping a crystal vial filled with blue liquid. She popped the wax seal and sucked down the bitter elixir. Fresh magic burned in Zara's body, restoring her mana levels.
Zara dragged the smoking bodies out of the doorway so she could wriggle through to the room beyond. The chamber was empty except for another glowing red gem that rested in a far corner. Zara took the gem, returning to the altar room and placing it in the second space carved into the altar's surface. The wall to the left shook as a panel opened within it. Two Horned Demons roared as they marched towards Zara. The rogue picked up her idle falchion, rushing forward to impale the lead demon in the stomach. Hot black blood gushed over Zara's arm as she rammed her weapon again and again into the lumbering monster's belly. The Horned Demon swiped weakly at Zara before he fell limply to the floor. The second demon kicked his comrade aside, slashing at Zara with a huge grey claw. Razor-sharp nails sliced across Zara's chest, leaving four rents in her leather armor. Zara stumbled back from the force of the blow, then slashed up with her sword. She cut deep into the demon's left wrist, making him grunt in pain. The demon swung down with his right fist, smashing a deep hole in the floor while Zara agilely leapt away from the attack. Zara lunged forward in a crouch, sticking the demon in the left leg with her blade. The Horned Demon swiped at Zara again, missing his target. Roaring with frustration, the demon lowered his head and charged at the slim young woman. Zara dodged aside too slowly, she grunted as the Horned Demon crashed into her body and propelled her against the far wall. Zara smacked loudly into the unforgiving stone, she heard several ribs snap inside her from the force of the charge. Held up against the wall by the Horned Demon's enormous body, Zara raised her falchion with both hands and plunged it into the monster's thick, vulnerable neck. The demon shuddered from the blow, placing his hands on the wall for support while Zara stabbed him over and over. Coughing up blood, the Horned Demon fell away from the wall and Zara, flopping bonelessly to the floor.
Zara fell to the floor in a heap, her sides burning with agony. She wiped saliva from her mouth, every breath sending fresh stabs of pain through her body. Zara used all of her mana to heal herself, the magic re-knitting her broken ribs. She staggered to her feet, using the wall for support, her body still weak and drained from spell casting. Zara searched the Horned Demons' lair, finding a third blood stone inside. Carefully, Zara placed the third stone in its receptacle, her glowing falchion held ready when another secret door opened in the wall facing her. No Horned Demons charged forward, to the great relief of the rogue girl. Zara slowly entered the dark chamber beyond the open portal, gasping in surprise when she beheld a suit of gleaming golden splint mail resting on a wooden upright frame. Enchanted runes adorned the armor's arm braces and ankle guards. Powerful magic resonated from the suit when Zara used her Sight to examine it. Zara ran her hand over the cool steel of the armor, excited by the power burning within it. Checking to see that no monsters approached from the entryway, Zara stripped off her leather armor and weapons until she stood only in her white panties. She carefully clasped the golden splint mail over her white flesh, encasing her sensuous form in the protective metal. The enchanted suit altered itself to hug close to her body, it molded to conform with her feminine curves. The armor was light, Zara could move as easily as if she was still wearing her leather gear. She re-belted her sword, then shouldered her pack and bow. Zara was adjusting her ponytail of hair when a flaming arrow smashed into her armored chest and knocked her off her feet.
Two skeletons roughly lowered the naked girl from the metal cross, her bare skin wrinkled tightly over her bones, blue with the tint of death."She had a sweet pussy," mourned Leoric, watching from his throne as the skeletons carried the limp body away to be devoured by his undead minions. Isolde sat next to the undead king's left leg, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, her bare skin white and luminescent in the bleak darkness. Leoric fondled her thick black hair, petting her like a prized hound. A barely clothed zombie male shambled into the crypt, halting before Leoric and performing a parody of a bow.
"Blackash...sent," drooled the zombie, his eyes glazed and staring. "Girl found Book of Blood...unlocked Armor of Valor."
"No, it cannot be!" snarled Leoric, yanking painfully on Isolde's hair, making her whimper softly. "What is Blackash doing?"
"Attacking her...as you said," gibbered the zombie.
"Go to Bilefroth's slave pit, bring him to me at once!" shouted Leoric, trembling with rage and fingering the rune-laden iron crown resting on his deathly grey brow.
"Master," hissed the zombie, bowing deeply again before shuffling out of the crypt.
"The bitch is too close, too close," muttered Leoric, nibbling the flesh off of a finger on his right hand.
"Fuck me, Master! Please!" begged Isolde, reaching out to fondle his crotch while her left hand strayed to her burning cunt.
"Not now, whore!" spat Leoric, slapping Isolde away.
Isolde sat up again, rubbing her bruised right cheek tenderly. She smiled wantonly, licking her lips.
"Thank you, Master. That felt good," purred the naked girl.
"Did it? Would you like more?" rumbled Leoric, uncoiling a whip from his belt, snapping it with a flick of his wrist.
"Yes, Master! Please, hurt me," moaned Isolde, looking up at the king with slavish adoration, her left hand rubbing her wet pussy desperately.
"As you wish," smiled Leoric, his sunken eyes smoldering with lust as he raised the whip's handle and lashed Isolde's bare back. The naked girl shuddered with ecstasy when the leather licked across her warm skin. Leoric snapped the whip again, creating a long, angry welt across Isolde's spine. Isolde moved to rest on her hands and knees, presenting her small, firm ass to her lord. Leoric licked his dry lips, baring sharp yellow fangs while he cracked the whip over his ensorcelled slave. Isolde moaned with each new bruise, she wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with excitement as her flesh trembled from the whip's cruel kisses. Isolde's buttocks and back were cris-crossed with throbbing red welts.
"Bind her over my tomb," ordered Leoric, dangling his whip along the dust-draped floor.
Two stationary skeletons emerged from their posts along a wall, taking the prone, moaning girl and dragging her to the undead king's resting place. The skeletons pressed Isolde against the lid of the tomb, arching her back until she almost lay atop the cold stone sarcophagus. One skeleton grabbed Isolde's wrists and bound them together with black leather cord while the other placed a gag inside the naked girl's slack mouth. Leoric positioned himself in front of Isolde, admiring her pumping tits and quivering wet cunt. The undead king swung his whip forward, bruising Isolde's left breast. The young girl groaned in her gag, her pussy releasing a fresh flood of thick honey. Leoric hurried to his knees, lapping up the trembling girl's cum. He shoved his face into Isolde's pussy, sucking her juices as they flowed out of her hot vagina. Isolde closed her eyes in bliss, she thrust out her hips, rubbing her crotch against Leoric's rotting face. She held her arms limply over her head, enjoying the feel of the leather bonds as they pressed against her slim wrists.
"Your pussy is so good," murmured Leoric, slowly licking up her slit with his long, slimy tongue. He licked Isolde's inner thighs, savoring the taste of her warm skin. Discarding the whip, Leoric kicked Isolde's legs apart, undid his breeches, and slammed his hardened cock into the bound girl's cunt. Isolde moaned deeply into her gag, her vagina clamping tightly around her undead lover's shaft. Leoric grappled with Isolde's young breasts, pressing against them as he thrust into her hot tight hole. The king tore away Isolde's gag, leaning down to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Isolde groaned, caressing Leoric's decayed tongue with her own living one. Leoric explored Isolde's throat, his lips devouring hers.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" begged Isolde, pumping her hips in time with Leoric's, shoving her pussy against the king's impaling spear. Leoric filled his hands with Isolde's rich black hair, licking her quivering neck, tasting the sweet life that coursed through her blood. Leoric pressed his body over Isolde's, he held onto her bound wrists with his hands as he thrust with all his undead strength into the yielding girl's cunt. The king felt Isolde's hot breath on his cheek as she orgasmed, her vagina squeezing his member while a stream of honey poured from her womb onto his crotch. Leoric grabbed his chalice, gathering her pussy juices before mixing it with his own cream. He gave the cup to Isolde, watching her greedily drink the heady potion, binding her to him for another day. When Isolde had finished the musky brew, Leoric retrieved his chalice, pushing off of the girl's firm body.
"Put her on the cross," ordered Leoric, returning to his throne and sitting down heavily.
The two skeleton servants took Isolde's limp arms and carried her naked body to the metal cross vacated by the recently deceased female prisoner. The skeletons pushed Isolde up against the cross, quickly closing metal restraints over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. Isolde moaned softly, her head dangling forward on her heaving chest, her long black hair falling over her face like a funeral veil. Leoric admired Isolde's naked form hanging from the cold iron cross, his lips still sticky with drops of her cum.
"Blackash must slay the rogue," whispered Leoric.
Zara hid behind the wooden frame that had once held the Armor of Valor. She yanked the smoldering arrow from her chest as two more burning shafts smacked into the frame's surface. The rogue girl glanced around the frame, spotting a single skeleton that burned like an oil-drenched torch. The skeleton raised an iron bow adorned with several red-glowing runes. He drew back his bowstring, which ignited the arrow nocked within it. The skeleton fired the arrow, missing Zara's right cheek by a hair width. Zara ducked back behind the frame, preparing her own Hunter's bow for firing.
Blackash lowered himself to a crouch, an arrow flaming in his bow, as he silently moved right to get a clear shot at Zara. When the rogue girl dived away from the frame, Blackash fired, scoring a hit on Zara's left thigh. Zara grunted from the hit, firing her own arrow at the skeleton. The projectile smashed one of Blackash's left ribs but did no appreciable damage. Blackash fired several more arrows in quick succession, hitting Zara's back and upper left thigh. The arrows snapped against Zara's enchanted armor, but the impacts did slow the girl down. Zara launched a stream of arrows, smashing more of Blackash's ribs and chipping away at his flaming arms. As the skeleton staggered backwards, Zara dropped her bow and drew her falchion, sprinting towards the reeling undead. Blackash fired his bow, sending two smoking arrows deep into Zara's belly. Zara groaned, but maintained her charge, raising her sword at Blackash. Before the skeleton could loose another shaft, Zara hacked down with her falchion, severing her foe's right arm. The enchanted bow fell to the floor with a clatter as Zara smashed the skeleton into a pile of flickering debris.
Zara tore the arrows out of her stomach, groaning loudly with pain as her blood poured over her golden armor. She pressed her left hand over her wounds, maintaining pressure while she tore a bandage from her pack. Wrapping the thick cloth around her lower torso, Zara retrieved her bow, gathered Blackash's weapon, then took a scroll of Town Portal from her pack. She recited the spell, barely waiting for the magical gateway to open before she plunged inside.
"You called, Leoric?" growled the massive Overlord named Bilefroth.
"Yes, we have a problem," replied the undead king, draped in the darkness surrounding his throne.
"It had better be important, I was breaking in two new slaves," purred the demon, tugging on two chains in his right claw that led to choke collars fastened around the necks of two young beautiful naked girls.
"Your toys can wait. You must kill a rogue known as Zara before our Dark Lord finds out about her," spat Leoric, "or else both of our lives are forfeit!" | null | Chapter 7 | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year98/14288.txt |
20,621 | Beowulf The Dragon Slayer | The Hitch Fucker's Guide To The Galaxy | Zaphod Beeblebrox woke up in the brig with a terrible hangover. A terrible hangover! You never actually experienced a hangover until you had two heads. He felt like an intergalactic cruiser driven by an insane driver was flying back and forth in the vacuum of his heads. "Great Zarkon," he thought, "I really need a drink right now."
He looked around and saw a policeman standing on the other side of the force field playing a board game with another creature who looked like it had been dropped a couple of hundred kilometers and landed flat on its face. "Hey," Zaphod shouted.
"Shut up!" shouted the flat person without taking his flat look off the board.
Zaphod was not really the type of person who would take instructions from a person that looked so flat he could easily creep under a closed door, he was, after all, the President of the Galaxy. "Hey," he shouted again, "I'm not the kind of person who takes orders from a thing that looks so flat he could easily creep under a closed door!"
"OK," said the flat person and pulled out a small Kill-O-Matic.
"OK," said Zaphod and shut up. He moved back to explore the cell in which he was. It was a rather large cell with a nice bed and three well-built women in it. It had a shower and a fancy bathroom and actually looked more like a honeymoon suite than a jail cell. Zaphod looked at the bed, then at the shower, and then at the three well-built women.
"Hey," he said to the three well-built women in the room.
"Hey," answered the tall blonde.
"Hey, babe," answered the big-breasted brunette.
"Hey, honey," said the slim brunette.
"What are you gals doing here? Eh?"
"Nothing," said the blonde.
"What's your names?"
"Jill," said the blonde.
"Trish," said the big-breasted brunette.
"Maggie," said the slim brunette.
"I'm Zaphod Beeblebrox, and I have a terrible headache. Anyone like to fix it for me?" Jill moved closer to Zaphod and started patting his left head. He started patting her ass in return. Maggie moved closer also and started massaging his shoulders. "Baby, this feels so good, I can just feel my headache disappearing," Zaphod remarked while Trish started patting his chest.
Zaphod could not resist and started caressing Trish's ass too. She had a firm, round butt you wouldn't believe. He started squeezing it harder and harder while kissing Jill a long, deep kiss. His third hand started making its way under Trish's shirt towards her nice, big tits. Maggie stopped the massage and removed her shirt. Zaphod's hand was already busy taking off Jill's panties from under her dress. Trish moved her hands lower and started caressing his groin. Maggie was already busy trying to remove Zaphod's shirt, a thing that proved rather complicated as his left head was kissing Jill and his right one kissing Trish. When Maggie finally got Zaphod's shirt off, Trish was already topless and Jill started massaging her tits. Zaphod was now busy fingering Jill with one hand and taking off Maggie's tight shorts off, leaving her with nothing but a pair of shoes she quickly took off.
By this time, Jill got so excited she was struggling to take Trish's skirt off while Maggie herself was busy taking off Zaphod's pants and shoes. Zaphod himself did not, however, stay actionless and had his hands all over the place: on Jill's bare bottom, on Maggie's tits and under Trish's skirt that Jill was trying so hard to take off.
After some time, they were all naked, except Jill who still wore her mini-dress and refused to let anyone take it off. Zaphod didn't care though because her nipples were so hard he could see them through her white dress. It actually drove him crazy. He wanted to fuck them so much his forgot all about his headache, the brig, and the flat thing with the Kill-O-Matic outside. "Girls," he said finally, "Let's go to the bed. OK?"
Wordlessly, the three women led him to the bed and lay him on his back. Trish started jerking him off while kissing his cock every couple of seconds. Jill and Maggie started kissing each other while moving their cunts right over Zaphod's heads. After a few seconds, Jill and Maggie stopped kissing and started licking Zaphod's cock while Trish was slowly licking and sucking his balls. Zaphod did not miss his chance and was licking and sucking on Jill's cunt with his left head and slowly fist-fucking Maggie while licking her asshole with his right head. As Zaphod was moving his hand in and out of Maggie's wide-spread cunt, Jill was kissing Trish in long, deep kisses as she was tit-fucking Zaphod's cock, moving up and down faster and faster.
Zaphod continued fist-fucking Maggie as she started eating Jill's cunt together with Zaphod's left head. Jill and Trish were kissing rapidly while licking Zaphod's cock and balls and swallowing it one at a time. Maggie could take it any longer and collapsed on the bed with a scream of orgasm. Trish noticed Maggie's orgasm and decided she wants one too. She pushed Maggie aside and assumed a position over Zaphod's head. Jill, who was now left alone with Zaphod's cock, did not think too long and immediately sat on it. Zaphod's right head was now licking Trish's clit and his hand was digging deep into her cunt. With his left head, he saw Jill riding his cock from behind and the sight of her ass pressed under her dress made him crazy. He wanted to fuck her in the ass.
"I want to fuck you up the ass," he said to Jill, who ignored him completely. He used his two left hands to grab Jill's waist and slowly lifted her up and said again, "I want your ass, baby." Jill paused for a minute and moved slowly, directing his dick right into her small, tight asshole. She moaned. Maggie was recovering from her previous climax and started massaging Jill's clit. She slowly turned Jill around to face Zaphod. The feeling of a cock twisting inside her ass sent Jill into a frenzy and she almost came. Trish was swirling back and forth while Zaphod's hand slid in and out of her pussy. When she noticed Jill's yellow bush peeking from under her dress, she could not help herself and started fingering her. Maggie was on the other side licking Zaphod's cock as it slid in and out of Jill's ass. Trish was about to come and she didn't want to go alone. She slowly pushed her hand into Jill's cunt. Maggie got hold of Trish's big tits and started massaging them as she kept licking Zaphod's cock. That was too much for Trish: a hand in her cunt, a tongue licking her clit, her hand in Jill's cunt and Maggie massaging her tits - she came. She came so hard that her entire body shook and swirled. She moved her hand furiously in and out of Jill's hot cunt, faster and faster. Jill herself was so hot from feeling Zaphod's cock up her ass she started moving faster and faster until she came. She continued moving up and down on Zaphod's cock while Trish now joined Maggie in licking his cock and balls.
Zaphod did not intend to give up so soon. He was, after all, the President of the Galaxy. He was pumping his cock in and out of Jill's cunt and wanted to make her come again. The three girls, however, had other plans. They started stimulating him harder and harder, Jill riding his cock while Maggie and Trish were licking his balls and ass harder and harder. Soon enough, Jill felt Zaphod's cum about to purge out of his cock.She gave him a last deep fuck and lifted her ass. Zaphod came all over the place, his cum spilling all over Jill's well-fucked ass and squirting on Maggie and Trish's face and tits. Maggie and Trish started kissing each other, swapping the cum on their faces and licking the cum on Jill's ass and dress. Zaphod collapsed and fell asleep.
The flat person and the policething out the force-field continued their game silently. A door opened. A bearded man came in, followed by a slender redheaded girl.
"Is this the brink?" asked the bearded man.
"Who wants to know?" asked the policething.
"The name is Dent, Arthur Dent."
End of Chapter Two | M/FFF, con, oral, anal, fist, sf, humor, orgy | Chapter II: Our Man Z.B. | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year97/2938.txt |
27,323 | Beowulf The Dragon Slayer | The Hitch Fucker's Guide To The Galaxy | Zaphod Beeblebrox woke up in the brig with a terrible hangover. A terrible hangover! You never actually experienced a hangover until you had two heads. He felt like an intergalactic cruiser driven by an insane driver was flying back and forth in the vacuum of his heads. "Great Zarkon," he thought, "I really need a drink right now."
He looked around and saw a policeman standing on the other side of the force field playing a board game with another creature who looked like it was dropped a couple of hundred kilometers and landed flat on its face. "Hey," Zaphod shouted.
"Shut up!" shouted the flat person without taking his flat look off the board.
Zaphod was not really the type of person that would take instructions from a person that looked so flat he could easily creep under a closed door, he was, after all, the President of the Galaxy. "Hey," he shouted again, "I'm not the kind of person who takes orders from a thing that looks so flat he could easily creep under a closed door!"
"OK," said the flat person and pulled out a small Kill-O-Matic.
"OK," said Zaphod and shut up. He moved back to explore the cell in which he was in. It was a rather large cell with a nice bed and three well-built women in it. It had a shower and a fancy bathroom and actually looked more like a honeymoon suite than a jail cell. Zaphod looked at the bed, then at the shower, and then at the three well-built women.
"Hey," he said to the three well-built women in the room.
"Hey," answered the tall blonde chick.
"Hey, babe," answered the big-breasted brunette.
"Hey, honey," said the slim brunette.
"What are you gals doing here? Eh?"
"Nothing," said the blonde.
"What's your names?"
"Jill," said the blonde.
"Trish," said the big-breasted brunette.
"Maggie," said the slim brunette.
"I'm Zaphod Beeblebrox, and I have a terrible headache. Anyone like to fix it for me?" Jill moved closer to Zaphod and started patting his left head. He started patting her ass in return. Maggie moved closer also and started massaging his shoulders. "Baby, this feels so good, I can just feel my headache disappearing," Zaphod remarked while Trish started patting his chest.
Zaphod could not resist and started caressing Trish's ass too. She had a firm, round butt you wouldn't believe. He started squeezing it harder and harder while kissing Jill a long, deep kiss. His third hand started its way under Trish's shirt towards her nice big tits. Maggie stopped the massage and removed her shirt. Zaphod's hand was already busy taking off Jill's panties from under her dress. Trish moved her hands lower and started caressing his groin. Maggie was already busy trying to remove Zaphod's shirt, a thing that proved rather complicated as his left head was kissing Jill and his right one kissing Trish. When Maggie finally got Zaphod's shirt off, Trish was already topless and Jill started massaging her tits. Zaphod was now busy fingering Jill with one hand and taking off Maggie's tight shorts off, leaving her with nothing but a pair of shoes she quickly took off.
By this time, Jill got so excited she was struggling to take Trish's skirt off while Maggie herself was busy taking off Zaphod's pants and shoes. Zaphod himself did not, however, stay actionless and had his hands all over the place: on Jill's bare bottom, on Maggie's tits and under Trish's skirt that Jill was trying so hard to take off.
After some time, they were all naked, except Jill who still wore her mini-dress and refused to let anyone take it off. Zaphod didn't care though because her nipples were so hard he could see them through her white dress. It actually drove him crazy. He wanted to fuck them so much his forgot all about his headache, the brig, and the flat thing with the Kill-O-Matic outside. "Girls," he said finally, "Let's go to the bed. OK?"
Wordlessly, the three women led him to the bed and lay him on his back. Trish started jerking him off while kissing his cock every couple of seconds. Jill and Maggie started kissing each other while moving their cunts right over Zaphod's heads. After a few seconds, Jill and Maggie stopped kissing and started licking Zaphod's cock while Trish was slowly licking and sucking his balls. Zaphod did not miss his chance and was licking and sucking on Jill's cunt with his left head and slowly fist-fucking Maggie while licking her asshole with his right head. As Zaphod was moving his hand in and out of Maggie's wide-spread cunt, Jill was kissing Trish in long, deep kisses as she was tit-fucking Zaphod's cock, moving up and down faster and faster.
Zaphod continued fist-fucking Maggie as she started eating Jill's cunt together with Zaphod's left head. Jill and Trish were kissing rapidly while licking Zaphod's cock and balls and swallowing it one at a time. Maggie could take it any longer and collapsed on the bed with a scream of orgasm. Trish noticed Maggie's orgasm and decided she wants one too. She pushed Maggie aside and assumed a position over Zaphod's head. Jill, who was now left alone with Zaphod's cock, did not think too long and immediately sat on it. Zaphod's right head was now licking Trish's clit and his hand was digging deep into her cunt. With his left head, he saw Jill riding his cock from behind, and the sight of her ass pressed under her dress made him crazy. He wanted to fuck her in the ass.
"I want to fuck you up the ass," he said to Jill, who ignored him completely. He used his two left hands to grab Jill's waist and slowly lifted her up and said again, "I want your ass, baby." Jill paused for a minute and moved slowly, directing his dick right into her small, tight asshole. She moaned. Maggie was recovering from her previous climax and started massaging Jill's clit. She slowly turned Jill around to face Zaphod. The feeling of a cock twisting inside her ass sent Jill into a frenzy, and she almost came. Trish was swirling back and forth while Zaphod's hand slid in and out of her pussy. When she noticed Jill's yellow bush peeking from under her dress, she could not help herself and started fingering her. Maggie was on the other side licking Zaphod's cock as it slid in and out of Jill's ass. Trish was about to come and she didn't want to go alone. She slowly pushed her hand into Jill's cunt. Maggie got hold of Trish's big tits and started massaging them as she kept licking Zaphod's cock. That was too much for Trish: a hand in her cunt, a tongue licking her clit, her hand in Jill's cunt, and Maggie massaging her tits - she came. She came so hard that her entire body shook and swirled. She moved her hand furiously in and out of Jill's hot cunt, faster and faster. Jill herself was so hot from feeling Zaphod's cock up her ass she started moving faster and faster until she came. She continued moving up and down on Zaphod's cock while Trish now joined Maggie in licking his cock and balls.
Zaphod did not intend to give up so soon. He was, after all, the President of the Galaxy. He was pumping his cock in and out of Jill's cunt and wanted to make her come again. The three girls, however, had other plans. They started stimulating him harder and harder, Jill riding his cock while Maggie and Trish were licking his balls and ass harder and harder. Soon enough, Jill felt Zaphod's cum about to purge out of his cock.She gave him a last deep fuck and lifted her ass. Zaphod came all over the place, his cum spilling all over Jill's well-fucked ass and squirting on Maggie and Trish's face and tits. Maggie and Trish started kissing each other, swapping the cum on their faces and licking the cum on Jill's ass and dress. Zaphod collapsed and fell asleep.
The flat person and the policething out the force-field continued their game silently. A door opened. A bearded man came in, followed by a slender redheaded girl.
"Is this the brink?" asked the bearded man.
"Who wants to know?" asked the policething.
"The name is Dent, Arthur Dent."
End of Chapter Two | M/FFF, con, oral, anal, fist, sf, humor, orgy | Chapter II: Our Man Z.B. | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year1997/2938.txt |
28,085 | PJ | Diablo: Zara's Quest | Zara walked softly through the pitch-black passageway, the glow of her Falchion of Radiance lighting her way. The rogue opened her mind to the Sight, seeking any evil creatures that might be lying in wait to ambush her again. Zara had been descending deeper into the catacombs for hours, fighting the occasional skeleton or zombie, but finding no sign of where the undead had taken her companion Isolde. Unable to find the mage girl, Zara reasoned that the Master was her most likely captor, and that he would reside deeper within the corrupt catacombs of the monastery.
Zara reached an intersection, with branching passages going right, left, and straight ahead. With the Sight offering no guidance, Zara guessed and walked left. The slim girl advanced down the new hallway until she reached an open chamber with a pedestal as its only ornamentation. Zara walked up to the pedestal, discovering that a single book lay upon its surface. The book was bound with red hide and had golden script written on the cover and the spine. Zara examined the book and pedestal with her Sight until she was sure there were no hidden traps. She gently picked up the book with both hands, reading the object's title, "The Book of Blood". Zara opened the book, but could not decipher any of the mystical text. She knew it was mage script, since she had seen similar writing in many of Adria's spell books, but she could not comprehend whatever magic lay in this volume. As Zara placed the Book of Blood in her pack for later study, a secret door slid open in the wall facing her. A huge humanoid-shaped monster with dull grey skin and a single jutting horn on his forehead roared in challenge, his large feet shaking the stone floor of the room as he entered.
"Shit!" swore Zara, reaching for her Hunter's Bow. As Zara backed away towards the room's exit, the Horned Demon charged forward, shattering the book's pedestal to dust as he advanced. Zara drew back her bow's string, launching several arrows into the demon's chest. The Horned Demon bellowed with pain, but did not slow down as he pounded towards Zara. Zara fled out of the room and into the wide hallway, firing arrows occasionally as she retreated. The shafts smacked into the Horned Demon's tough hide, releasing gouts of black blood into the air. The demon grunted with each impact, walking implacably after the rogue girl. Crouching low to the dust-laden floor, the Horned Demon charged, roaring so loud Zara's ears ached. The rogue shouldered her bow before aiming her right hand at the monster and casting Firebolt. The sizzling projectile splashed against the demon's arrow-pitted chest, searing his hide. The Horned Demon groaned, stumbling slightly while he continued to charge. Zara hastily cast another Firebolt before unslinging her bow and resuming her arrow barrage. The flaming missile smacked into the first spell wound, burning even deeper into the demon's chest. Three arrows followed the spell, feathering the hideous wound smoking in the demon's torso. The Horned Demon's charge slowed to a stop, he rasped for breath, his body trembling until it finally collapsed and failed on the hallway floor.
Zara exhaled loudly, wiping perspiration from her pale brow. She carefully walked around the dead monster, re-entering the book chamber. She kept an arrow ready in her weapon as she peeked into the secret door, checking for more monsters before entering. Detecting no signs of immediate danger, Zara entered the hidden room, finding a second pedestal and a glowing red gem on the floor beside it. Drawing close to the pedestal, Zara saw that it was really a small altar, with three indentations for gem-sized objects. Zara picked up the glowing ruby, compared it to one of the spaces, then tentatively placed the gem inside it. A grinding sound alerted Zara as a secret door opened in the right-hand wall. Several Horned Demons growled loudly, shouldering against each other in their eagerness to attack. Zara raised her right arm, chanting Charged Bolt smoothly. Lightning shot from her hand to the secret door opening, lashing out at the clustered demons. The Horned Demons screamed as the lightning nibbled at their hides, leaving painful burns on their flesh. Zara cast another Charged Bolt, filling the crowded wall opening with more flashing electricity. The rogue girl summoned bolt after bolt until all of the Horned Demons were dead and most of her mana had been expended. She leaned against the altar, her legs quivering with exhaustion. Zara fumbled inside her pack, grasping a crystal vial filled with blue liquid. She popped the wax seal and sucked down the bitter elixir. Fresh magic burned in Zara's body, restoring her mana levels.
Zara dragged the smoking bodies out of the doorway so she could wriggle through to the room beyond. The chamber was empty except for another glowing red gem that rested in a far corner. Zara took the gem, returning to the altar room and placing it in the second space carved into the altar's surface. The wall to the left shook as a panel opened within it. Two Horned Demons roared as they marched towards Zara. The rogue picked up her idle falchion, rushing forward to impale the lead demon in the stomach. Hot black blood gushed over Zara's arm as she rammed her weapon again and again into the lumbering monster's belly. The Horned Demon swiped weakly at Zara before he fell limply to the floor. The second demon kicked his comrade aside, slashing at Zara with a huge grey claw. Razor-sharp nails sliced across Zara's chest, leaving four rents in her leather armor. Zara stumbled back from the force of the blow, then slashed up with her sword. She cut deep into the demon's left wrist, making him grunt in pain. The demon swung down with his right fist, smashing a deep hole in the floor while Zara agilely leapt away from the attack. Zara lunged forward in a crouch, sticking the demon in the left leg with her blade. The Horned Demon swiped at Zara again, missing his target. Roaring with frustration, the demon lowered his head and charged at the slim young woman. Zara dodged aside too slowly, she grunted as the Horned Demon crashed into her body and propelled her against the far wall. Zara smacked loudly into the unforgiving stone, she heard several ribs snap inside her from the force of the charge. Held up against the wall by the Horned Demon's enormous body, Zara raised her falchion with both hands and plunged it into the monster's thick, vulnerable neck. The demon shuddered from the blow, placing his hands on the wall for support while Zara stabbed him over and over. Coughing up blood, the Horned Demon fell away from the wall and Zara, flopping bonelessly to the floor.
Zara fell to the floor in a heap, her sides burning with agony. She wiped saliva from her mouth, every breath sending fresh stabs of pain through her body. Zara used all of her mana to heal herself, the magic re-knitting her broken ribs. She staggered to her feet, using the wall for support, her body still weak and drained from spell casting. Zara searched the Horned Demons' lair, finding a third blood stone inside. Carefully, Zara placed the third stone in its receptacle, her glowing falchion held ready when another secret door opened in the wall facing her. No Horned Demons charged forward, to the great relief of the rogue girl. Zara slowly entered the dark chamber beyond the open portal, gasping in surprise when she beheld a suit of gleaming golden splint mail resting on a wooden upright frame. Enchanted runes adorned the armor's arm braces and ankle guards. Powerful magic resonated from the suit when Zara used her Sight to examine it. Zara ran her hand over the cool steel of the armor, excited by the power burning within it. Checking to see that no monsters approached from the entryway, Zara stripped off her leather armor and weapons until she stood only in her white panties. She carefully clasped the golden splint mail over her white flesh, encasing her sensuous form in the protective metal. The enchanted suit altered itself to hug close to her body, it molded to conform with her feminine curves. The armor was light, Zara could move as easily as if she was still wearing her leather gear. She re-belted her sword, then shouldered her pack and bow. Zara was adjusting her ponytail of hair when a flaming arrow smashed into her armored chest and knocked her off her feet.
Two skeletons roughly lowered the naked girl from the metal cross, her bare skin wrinkled tightly over her bones, blue with the tint of death."She had a sweet pussy," mourned Leoric, watching from his throne as the skeletons carried the limp body away to be devoured by his undead minions. Isolde sat next to the undead king's left leg, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, her bare skin white and luminescent in the bleak darkness. Leoric fondled her thick black hair, petting her like a prized hound. A barely clothed zombie male shambled into the crypt, halting before Leoric and performing a parody of a bow.
"Blackash...sent," drooled the zombie, his eyes glazed and staring. "Girl found Book of Blood...unlocked Armor of Valor."
"No, it cannot be!" snarled Leoric, yanking painfully on Isolde's hair, making her whimper softly. "What is Blackash doing?"
"Attacking her...as you said," gibbered the zombie.
"Go to Bilefroth's slave pit, bring him to me at once!" shouted Leoric, trembling with rage and fingering the rune-laden iron crown resting on his deathly grey brow.
"Master," hissed the zombie, bowing deeply again before shuffling out of the crypt.
"The bitch is too close, too close," muttered Leoric, nibbling the flesh off of a finger on his right hand.
"Fuck me, Master! Please!" begged Isolde, reaching out to fondle his crotch while her left hand strayed to her burning cunt.
"Not now, whore!" spat Leoric, slapping Isolde away.
Isolde sat up again, rubbing her bruised right cheek tenderly. She smiled wantonly, licking her lips.
"Thank you, Master. That felt good," purred the naked girl.
"Did it? Would you like more?" rumbled Leoric, uncoiling a whip from his belt, snapping it with a flick of his wrist.
"Yes, Master! Please, hurt me," moaned Isolde, looking up at the king with slavish adoration, her left hand rubbing her wet pussy desperately.
"As you wish," smiled Leoric, his sunken eyes smoldering with lust as he raised the whip's handle and lashed Isolde's bare back. The naked girl shuddered with ecstasy when the leather licked across her warm skin. Leoric snapped the whip again, creating a long, angry welt across Isolde's spine. Isolde moved to rest on her hands and knees, presenting her small, firm ass to her lord. Leoric licked his dry lips, baring sharp yellow fangs while he cracked the whip over his ensorcelled slave. Isolde moaned with each new bruise, she wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with excitement as her flesh trembled from the whip's cruel kisses. Isolde's buttocks and back were cris-crossed with throbbing red welts.
"Bind her over my tomb," ordered Leoric, dangling his whip along the dust-draped floor.
Two stationary skeletons emerged from their posts along a wall, taking the prone, moaning girl and dragging her to the undead king's resting place. The skeletons pressed Isolde against the lid of the tomb, arching her back until she almost lay atop the cold stone sarcophagus. One skeleton grabbed Isolde's wrists and bound them together with black leather cord while the other placed a gag inside the naked girl's slack mouth. Leoric positioned himself in front of Isolde, admiring her pumping tits and quivering wet cunt. The undead king swung his whip forward, bruising Isolde's left breast. The young girl groaned in her gag, her pussy releasing a fresh flood of thick honey. Leoric hurried to his knees, lapping up the trembling girl's cum. He shoved his face into Isolde's pussy, sucking her juices as they flowed out of her hot vagina. Isolde closed her eyes in bliss, she thrust out her hips, rubbing her crotch against Leoric's rotting face. She held her arms limply over her head, enjoying the feel of the leather bonds as they pressed against her slim wrists.
"Your pussy is so good," murmured Leoric, slowly licking up her slit with his long, slimy tongue. He licked Isolde's inner thighs, savoring the taste of her warm skin. Discarding the whip, Leoric kicked Isolde's legs apart, undid his breeches, and slammed his hardened cock into the bound girl's cunt. Isolde moaned deeply into her gag, her vagina clamping tightly around her undead lover's shaft. Leoric grappled with Isolde's young breasts, pressing against them as he thrust into her hot tight hole. The king tore away Isolde's gag, leaning down to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Isolde groaned, caressing Leoric's decayed tongue with her own living one. Leoric explored Isolde's throat, his lips devouring hers.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" begged Isolde, pumping her hips in time with Leoric's, shoving her pussy against the king's impaling spear. Leoric filled his hands with Isolde's rich black hair, licking her quivering neck, tasting the sweet life that coursed through her blood. Leoric pressed his body over Isolde's, he held onto her bound wrists with his hands as he thrust with all his undead strength into the yielding girl's cunt. The king felt Isolde's hot breath on his cheek as she orgasmed, her vagina squeezing his member while a stream of honey poured from her womb onto his crotch. Leoric grabbed his chalice, gathering her pussy juices before mixing it with his own cream. He gave the cup to Isolde, watching her greedily drink the heady potion, binding her to him for another day. When Isolde had finished the musky brew, Leoric retrieved his chalice, pushing off of the girl's firm body.
"Put her on the cross," ordered Leoric, returning to his throne and sitting down heavily.
The two skeleton servants took Isolde's limp arms and carried her naked body to the metal cross vacated by the recently deceased female prisoner. The skeletons pushed Isolde up against the cross, quickly closing metal restraints over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. Isolde moaned softly, her head dangling forward on her heaving chest, her long black hair falling over her face like a funeral veil. Leoric admired Isolde's naked form hanging from the cold iron cross, his lips still sticky with drops of her cum.
"Blackash must slay the rogue," whispered Leoric.
Zara hid behind the wooden frame that had once held the Armor of Valor. She yanked the smoldering arrow from her chest as two more burning shafts smacked into the frame's surface. The rogue girl glanced around the frame, spotting a single skeleton that burned like an oil-drenched torch. The skeleton raised an iron bow adorned with several red-glowing runes. He drew back his bowstring, which ignited the arrow nocked within it. The skeleton fired the arrow, missing Zara's right cheek by a hair width. Zara ducked back behind the frame, preparing her own Hunter's bow for firing.
Blackash lowered himself to a crouch, an arrow flaming in his bow, as he silently moved right to get a clear shot at Zara. When the rogue girl dived away from the frame, Blackash fired, scoring a hit on Zara's left thigh. Zara grunted from the hit, firing her own arrow at the skeleton. The projectile smashed one of Blackash's left ribs but did no appreciable damage. Blackash fired several more arrows in quick succession, hitting Zara's back and upper left thigh. The arrows snapped against Zara's enchanted armor, but the impacts did slow the girl down. Zara launched a stream of arrows, smashing more of Blackash's ribs and chipping away at his flaming arms. As the skeleton staggered backwards, Zara dropped her bow and drew her falchion, sprinting towards the reeling undead. Blackash fired his bow, sending two smoking arrows deep into Zara's belly. Zara groaned, but maintained her charge, raising her sword at Blackash. Before the skeleton could loose another shaft, Zara hacked down with her falchion, severing her foe's right arm. The enchanted bow fell to the floor with a clatter as Zara smashed the skeleton into a pile of flickering debris.
Zara tore the arrows out of her stomach, groaning loudly with pain as her blood poured over her golden armor. She pressed her left hand over her wounds, maintaining pressure while she tore a bandage from her pack. Wrapping the thick cloth around her lower torso, Zara retrieved her bow, gathered Blackash's weapon, then took a scroll of Town Portal from her pack. She recited the spell, barely waiting for the magical gateway to open before she plunged inside.
"You called, Leoric?" growled the massive Overlord named Bilefroth.
"Yes, we have a problem," replied the undead king, draped in the darkness surrounding his throne.
"It had better be important, I was breaking in two new slaves," purred the demon, tugging on two chains in his right claw that led to choke collars fastened around the necks of two young beautiful naked girls.
"Your toys can wait. You must kill a rogue known as Zara before our Dark Lord finds out about her," spat Leoric, "or else both of our lives are forfeit!" | null | Chapter 7 | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year1998/14094.txt |
29,058 | PJ | Diablo: Zara's Quest | Zara walked softly through the pitch-black passageway, the glow of her Falchion of Radiance lighting her way. The rogue opened her mind to the Sight, seeking any evil creatures that might be lying in wait to ambush her again. Zara had been descending deeper into the catacombs for hours, fighting the occasional skeleton or zombie, but finding no sign of where the undead had taken her companion Isolde. Unable to find the mage girl, Zara reasoned that the Master was her most likely captor, and that he would reside deeper within the corrupt catacombs of the monastery.
Zara reached an intersection, with branching passages going right, left, and straight ahead. With the Sight offering no guidance, Zara guessed and walked left. The slim girl advanced down the new hallway until she reached an open chamber with a pedestal as its only ornamentation. Zara walked up to the pedestal, discovering that a single book lay upon its surface. The book was bound with red hide and had golden script written on the cover and the spine. Zara examined the book and pedestal with her Sight until she was sure there were no hidden traps. She gently picked up the book with both hands, reading the object's title, "The Book of Blood". Zara opened the book, but could not decipher any of the mystical text. She knew it was mage script, since she had seen similar writing in many of Adria's spell books, but she could not comprehend whatever magic lay in this volume. As Zara placed the Book of Blood in her pack for later study, a secret door slid open in the wall facing her. A huge humanoid-shaped monster with dull grey skin and a single jutting horn on his forehead roared in challenge, his large feet shaking the stone floor of the room as he entered.
"Shit!" swore Zara, reaching for her Hunter's Bow. As Zara backed away towards the room's exit, the Horned Demon charged forward, shattering the book's pedestal to dust as he advanced. Zara drew back her bow's string, launching several arrows into the demon's chest. The Horned Demon bellowed with pain, but did not slow down as he pounded towards Zara. Zara fled out of the room and into the wide hallway, firing arrows occasionally as she retreated. The shafts smacked into the Horned Demon's tough hide, releasing gouts of black blood into the air. The demon grunted with each impact, walking implacably after the rogue girl. Crouching low to the dust-laden floor, the Horned Demon charged, roaring so loud Zara's ears ached. The rogue shouldered her bow before aiming her right hand at the monster and casting Firebolt. The sizzling projectile splashed against the demon's arrow-pitted chest, searing his hide. The Horned Demon groaned, stumbling slightly while he continued to charge. Zara hastily cast another Firebolt before unslinging her bow and resuming her arrow barrage. The flaming missile smacked into the first spell wound, burning even deeper into the demon's chest. Three arrows followed the spell, feathering the hideous wound smoking in the demon's torso. The Horned Demon's charge slowed to a stop, he rasped for breath, his body trembling until it finally collapsed and failed on the hallway floor.
Zara exhaled loudly, wiping perspiration from her pale brow. She carefully walked around the dead monster, re-entering the book chamber. She kept an arrow ready in her weapon as she peeked into the secret door, checking for more monsters before entering. Detecting no signs of immediate danger, Zara entered the hidden room, finding a second pedestal and a glowing red gem on the floor beside it. Drawing close to the pedestal, Zara saw that it was really a small altar, with three indentations for gem-sized objects. Zara picked up the glowing ruby, compared it to one of the spaces, then tentatively placed the gem inside it. A grinding sound alerted Zara as a secret door opened in the right-hand wall. Several Horned Demons growled loudly, shouldering against each other in their eagerness to attack. Zara raised her right arm, chanting Charged Bolt smoothly. Lightning shot from her hand to the secret door opening, lashing out at the clustered demons. The Horned Demons screamed as the lightning nibbled at their hides, leaving painful burns on their flesh. Zara cast another Charged Bolt, filling the crowded wall opening with more flashing electricity. The rogue girl summoned bolt after bolt until all of the Horned Demons were dead and most of her mana had been expended. She leaned against the altar, her legs quivering with exhaustion. Zara fumbled inside her pack, grasping a crystal vial filled with blue liquid. She popped the wax seal and sucked down the bitter elixir. Fresh magic burned in Zara's body, restoring her mana levels.
Zara dragged the smoking bodies out of the doorway so she could wriggle through to the room beyond. The chamber was empty except for another glowing red gem that rested in a far corner. Zara took the gem, returning to the altar room and placing it in the second space carved into the altar's surface. The wall to the left shook as a panel opened within it. Two Horned Demons roared as they marched towards Zara. The rogue picked up her idle falchion, rushing forward to impale the lead demon in the stomach. Hot black blood gushed over Zara's arm as she rammed her weapon again and again into the lumbering monster's belly. The Horned Demon swiped weakly at Zara before he fell limply to the floor. The second demon kicked his comrade aside, slashing at Zara with a huge grey claw. Razor-sharp nails sliced across Zara's chest, leaving four rents in her leather armor. Zara stumbled back from the force of the blow, then slashed up with her sword. She cut deep into the demon's left wrist, making him grunt in pain. The demon swung down with his right fist, smashing a deep hole in the floor while Zara agilely leapt away from the attack. Zara lunged forward in a crouch, sticking the demon in the left leg with her blade. The Horned Demon swiped at Zara again, missing his target. Roaring with frustration, the demon lowered his head and charged at the slim young woman. Zara dodged aside too slowly, she grunted as the Horned Demon crashed into her body and propelled her against the far wall. Zara smacked loudly into the unforgiving stone, she heard several ribs snap inside her from the force of the charge. Held up against the wall by the Horned Demon's enormous body, Zara raised her falchion with both hands and plunged it into the monster's thick, vulnerable neck. The demon shuddered from the blow, placing his hands on the wall for support while Zara stabbed him over and over. Coughing up blood, the Horned Demon fell away from the wall and Zara, flopping bonelessly to the floor.
Zara fell to the floor in a heap, her sides burning with agony. She wiped saliva from her mouth, every breath sending fresh stabs of pain through her body. Zara used all of her mana to heal herself, the magic re-knitting her broken ribs. She staggered to her feet, using the wall for support, her body still weak and drained from spell casting. Zara searched the Horned Demons' lair, finding a third blood stone inside. Carefully, Zara placed the third stone in its receptacle, her glowing falchion held ready when another secret door opened in the wall facing her. No Horned Demons charged forward, to the great relief of the rogue girl. Zara slowly entered the dark chamber beyond the open portal, gasping in surprise when she beheld a suit of gleaming golden splint mail resting on a wooden upright frame. Enchanted runes adorned the armor's arm braces and ankle guards. Powerful magic resonated from the suit when Zara used her Sight to examine it. Zara ran her hand over the cool steel of the armor, excited by the power burning within it. Checking to see that no monsters approached from the entryway, Zara stripped off her leather armor and weapons until she stood only in her white panties. She carefully clasped the golden splint mail over her white flesh, encasing her sensuous form in the protective metal. The enchanted suit altered itself to hug close to her body, it molded to conform with her feminine curves. The armor was light, Zara could move as easily as if she was still wearing her leather gear. She re-belted her sword, then shouldered her pack and bow. Zara was adjusting her ponytail of hair when a flaming arrow smashed into her armored chest and knocked her off her feet.
Two skeletons roughly lowered the naked girl from the metal cross, her bare skin wrinkled tightly over her bones, blue with the tint of death."She had a sweet pussy," mourned Leoric, watching from his throne as the skeletons carried the limp body away to be devoured by his undead minions. Isolde sat next to the undead king's left leg, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, her bare skin white and luminescent in the bleak darkness. Leoric fondled her thick black hair, petting her like a prized hound.
A barely clothed zombie male shambled into the crypt, halting before Leoric and performing a parody of a bow.
"Blackash...sent," drooled the zombie, his eyes glazed and staring. "Girl found Book of Blood...unlocked Armor of Valor."
"No, it cannot be!" snarled Leoric, yanking painfully on Isolde's hair, making her whimper softly. "What is Blackash doing?"
"Attacking her...as you said," gibbered the zombie.
"Go to Bilefroth's slave pit, bring him to me at once!" shouted Leoric, trembling with rage and fingering the rune-laden iron crown resting on his deathly grey brow.
"Master," hissed the zombie, bowing deeply again before shuffling out of the crypt.
"The bitch is too close, too close," muttered Leoric, nibbling the flesh off of a finger on his right hand.
"Fuck me, Master! Please!" begged Isolde, reaching out to fondle his crotch while her left hand strayed to her burning cunt.
"Not now, whore!" spat Leoric, slapping Isolde away.
Isolde sat up again, rubbing her bruised right cheek tenderly. She smiled wantonly, licking her lips.
"Thank you, Master. That felt good," purred the naked girl.
"Did it? Would you like more?" rumbled Leoric, uncoiling a whip from his belt, snapping it with a flick of his wrist.
"Yes, Master! Please, hurt me," moaned Isolde, looking up at the king with slavish adoration, her left hand rubbing her wet pussy desperately.
"As you wish," smiled Leoric, his sunken eyes smoldering with lust as he raised the whip's handle and lashed Isolde's bare back. The naked girl shuddered with ecstasy when the leather licked across her warm skin. Leoric snapped the whip again, creating a long, angry welt across Isolde's spine. Isolde moved to rest on her hands and knees, presenting her small, firm ass to her lord. Leoric licked his dry lips, baring sharp yellow fangs while he cracked the whip over his ensorcelled slave. Isolde moaned with each new bruise, she wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with excitement as her flesh trembled from the whip's cruel kisses. Isolde's buttocks and back were cris-crossed with throbbing red welts.
"Bind her over my tomb," ordered Leoric, dangling his whip along the dust-draped floor.
Two stationary skeletons emerged from their posts along a wall, taking the prone, moaning girl and dragging her to the undead king's resting place. The skeletons pressed Isolde against the lid of the tomb, arching her back until she almost lay atop the cold stone sarcophagus. One skeleton grabbed Isolde's wrists and bound them together with black leather cord while the other placed a gag inside the naked girl's slack mouth. Leoric positioned himself in front of Isolde, admiring her pumping tits and quivering wet cunt. The undead king swung his whip forward, bruising Isolde's left breast. The young girl groaned in her gag, her pussy releasing a fresh flood of thick honey. Leoric hurried to his knees, lapping up the trembling girl's cum. He shoved his face into Isolde's pussy, sucking her juices as they flowed out of her hot vagina. Isolde closed her eyes in bliss, she thrust out her hips, rubbing her crotch against Leoric's rotting face. She held her arms limply over her head, enjoying the feel of the leather bonds as they pressed against her slim wrists.
"Your pussy is so good," murmured Leoric, slowly licking up her slit with his long, slimy tongue. He licked Isolde's inner thighs, savoring the taste of her warm skin. Discarding the whip, Leoric kicked Isolde's legs apart, undid his breeches, and slammed his hardened cock into the bound girl's cunt. Isolde moaned deeply into her gag, her vagina clamping tightly around her undead lover's shaft. Leoric grappled with Isolde's young breasts, pressing against them as he thrust into her hot tight hole. The king tore away Isolde's gag, leaning down to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Isolde groaned, caressing Leoric's decayed tongue with her own living one. Leoric explored Isolde's throat, his lips devouring hers.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" begged Isolde, pumping her hips in time with Leoric's, shoving her pussy against the king's impaling spear. Leoric filled his hands with Isolde's rich black hair, licking her quivering neck, tasting the sweet life that coursed through her blood. Leoric pressed his body over Isolde's, he held onto her bound wrists with his hands as he thrust with all his undead strength into the yielding girl's cunt. The king felt Isolde's hot breath on his cheek as she orgasmed, her vagina squeezing his member while a stream of honey poured from her womb onto his crotch. Leoric grabbed his chalice, gathering her pussy juices before mixing it with his own cream. He gave the cup to Isolde, watching her greedily drink the heady potion, binding her to him for another day. When Isolde had finished the musky brew, Leoric retrieved his chalice, pushing off of the girl's firm body.
"Put her on the cross," ordered Leoric, returning to his throne and sitting down heavily.
The two skeleton servants took Isolde's limp arms and carried her naked body to the metal cross vacated by the recently deceased female prisoner. The skeletons pushed Isolde up against the cross, quickly closing metal restraints over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. Isolde moaned softly, her head dangling forward on her heaving chest, her long black hair falling over her face like a funeral veil. Leoric admired Isolde's naked form hanging from the cold iron cross, his lips still sticky with drops of her cum.
"Blackash must slay the rogue," whispered Leoric.
Zara hid behind the wooden frame that had once held the Armor of Valor. She yanked the smoldering arrow from her chest as two more burning shafts smacked into the frame's surface. The rogue girl glanced around the frame, spotting a single skeleton that burned like an oil-drenched torch. The skeleton raised an iron bow adorned with several red-glowing runes. He drew back his bowstring, which ignited the arrow nocked within it. The skeleton fired the arrow, missing Zara's right cheek by a hair width. Zara ducked back behind the frame, preparing her own Hunter's bow for firing.
Blackash lowered himself to a crouch, an arrow flaming in his bow, as he silently moved right to get a clear shot at Zara. When the rogue girl dived away from the frame, Blackash fired, scoring a hit on Zara's left thigh. Zara grunted from the hit, firing her own arrow at the skeleton. The projectile smashed one of Blackash's left ribs but did no appreciable damage. Blackash fired several more arrows in quick succession, hitting Zara's back and upper left thigh. The arrows snapped against Zara's enchanted armor, but the impacts did slow the girl down. Zara launched a stream of arrows, smashing more of Blackash's ribs and chipping away at his flaming arms. As the skeleton staggered backwards, Zara dropped her bow and drew her falchion, sprinting towards the reeling undead. Blackash fired his bow, sending two smoking arrows deep into Zara's belly. Zara groaned, but maintained her charge, raising her sword at Blackash. Before the skeleton could loose another shaft, Zara hacked down with her falchion, severing her foe's right arm. The enchanted bow fell to the floor with a clatter as Zara smashed the skeleton into a pile of flickering debris.
Zara tore the arrows out of her stomach, groaning loudly with pain as her blood poured over her golden armor. She pressed her left hand over her wounds, maintaining pressure while she tore a bandage from her pack. Wrapping the thick cloth around her lower torso, Zara retrieved her bow, gathered Blackash's weapon, then took a scroll of Town Portal from her pack. She recited the spell, barely waiting for the magical gateway to open before she plunged inside.
"You called, Leoric?" growled the massive Overlord named Bilefroth.
"Yes, we have a problem," replied the undead king, draped in the darkness surrounding his throne.
"It had better be important, I was breaking in two new slaves," purred the demon, tugging on two chains in his right claw that led to choke collars fastened around the necks of two young beautiful naked girls.
"Your toys can wait. You must kill a rogue known as Zara before our Dark Lord finds out about her," spat Leoric, "or else both of our lives are forfeit!" | null | Chapter 7 | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year1998/14186.txt |
29,295 | Waldo (mellin6695.aol.com) | Flash | Zarkov's eyes slowly opened, and he stared up at the ceiling. The brightly colored ceiling didn't look familiar after weeks of looking at the dull gray of the rocket's interior. Suddenly, his eyes jerked open as he recognized the ceiling as being within Ming's castle. Turning his head toward the sound of the voice, he saw Ming standing near him, backed up by ten armed Sharkmen.
A depraved smile filled the evil Emperor's face. "Welcome back to my employment. You still have a lot of tasks to accomplish, and I'm glad to see that you're back here where you belong."
Sitting up and shaking his head to rid himself of some of the sluggishness, Zarkov knew that he was safe as long as Ming needed his technical skills. Foolhardy, he declared, "I won't be here long. Flash Gordon will make a monkey out of you and your men again."
Ming's loud, vibrant laugh showed that he thought the doctor's statement was a joke. Waving a hand at the doctor as he turned and walked away, he commanded, "Bring him with us."
Two large Sharkmen rushed forward and grabbed the doctor's arms, lifting him from the bed as they carried the doctor behind Ming. Recognizing that he couldn't escape their greater physical strength, the doctor stopped struggling and began examining his surroundings as he sought a means to escape their clutches.
He recognized the room where he woke up as they carried him out the door. It was the quarters which Ming assigned to him beside the lab. As Ming walked down the hallway, Zarkov expected Ming to turn into the lab and show him the projects that Zarkov would be expected to work on again. Instead, Ming kept going straight toward his Throne Room.
Ming entered the large Throne Room and sat down in his Throne as the Sharkmen deposited the doctor at the base of the Throne. The Emperor pointed a finger toward a corner of the room and said, "Please examine what you've come this distance to recover."
The unconscious woman's body floating on the cloud was easy to recognize. It was Dale. But which Dale? The real Dale or the transformed Flash? Rushing to the corner of the room, he examined the woman's face. She was alive, but her pupils were unblinking. As he examined her, trying to decide what he should do, Ming commanded, "Bring in the other one."
A door opened, and a Sharkman wheeled out in a wheelchair, an unconscious Dale wearing the same ice-blue colored diaphanous gown as the woman on the cloud. Recognizing that one of the two women had to be the transformed Flash, Zarkov rushed to the woman in the wheelchair and began examining her. Just as the first woman, this version also was in a severe zombie state. Glancing at the two identically looking women, the doctor was obviously trying to figure out who was who when Ming informed him, "The woman on the cloud is a surgically transformed Mongo woman who we were going to use to lure you into a trap. The woman in the wheelchair is the real Earth woman that you came here to rescue."
Standing up beside the unresponding woman in the wheelchair, Zarkov boasted, "Flash's beat you in the past. He'll do it again."
Grinning like the devil evaluating a new soul, Ming laughed as he explained, "You still don't get it, do you? Your rocket came in so fast that we didn't see it on our scanners. You landed on Mongo just below my castle, and we didn't know it. You could've slipped in here and found the real Dale, but you made one mistake. Guard, bring in my new Sharkman."
A door opened, and Hurley stepped out of the room where he had been waiting. Instead of wearing his normal uniform, he was dressed in a Sharkman's uniform. His face was aglow with delight as he saw the doctor's smile fade. Pointing to an emblem on his uniform, Hurley boasted, "See this? They recognize real talent. They made me an officer because I called them and told them where they could find the rocket. I'm now a Captain. Captain Hurley. I'm no longer your damn Corporal or cook. I'm an officer."
Zarkov rushed toward the defector, screaming as he charged the deserter. Before he could tackle the traitor, other Sharkmen grabbed the angry doctor and held him. He struggled against their iron grip, but they firmly contained him. The new Sharkman officer, nee Earth deserter, stood in front of the struggling doctor and showed his enjoyment with a big smile. The doctor struggled, but recognized that he wasn't escaping the strong grasp of the guards, so he spit into the turncoat's face.
Hurley formed a fist and was getting ready to hit the helpless man in the face when Ming's authoritative command "STOP" halted his physical action. Ming's quiet voice as he spoke to Zarkov caused a chill to run down Zarkov's back. "I promote people because they deliver. My new Captain delivered not only the rocket and you into my control, but he also delivered something that none of my Mongo Sharkmen has been able to do so far. He delivered an unconscious Flash Gordon to me, who quickly also became my guest. While you have been sleeping, the very dangerous Flash Gordon has been going through the first of many Tractor-Grazer sessions that we have planned for him. Bring out the big surprise for my good friend, Doctor Zarkov."
The door opened again, revealing a timid-looking Dale Arden standing just on the other side of the doorway. She was wearing the same ice-blue colored diaphanous gown as the other Dale's, but her facial expressions, flickering eyes, and ability to stand upright without support showed that she was somewhat in control of her body. Her face looked confused, and she hesitated when she stepped forward. But as soon as she stepped into the room far enough to see Ming sitting on his Throne, she squealed a cry of delight and rushed toward the evil Emperor. When she reached the Throne, she quickly kneeled at his feet and twisted so that she was sitting at the base of the throne and slightly to the right of Ming's leg.
Her face was all aglow, and she was smiling broadly as she accepted the pat on her head from Ming as if she was a dog getting rewarded for doing a trick. She looked around the Throne Room but didn't show any sign of recognition when she locked eyes with Zarkov. The good doctor quit struggling as soon as he recognized who this version of Dale had to be, and what they had done to her.
Ming's voice sounded like the voice of doom as he prophesized, "I was very surprised when Captain Hurley told me about how Flash would transform into Dale's body every twenty-nine hours. And that made me happy because we know what causes that transformation process. And we also know how to stop it or control it. While he was still unconscious, we caused him to transform one last time into his female copy of her body. Then we locked him into that body. He won't turn back into his real body...ever again..or at least until I have need for him in that physical body. As far as I'm concerned, he's now and forever trapped in that female's body. I didn't think a clone of the Earth woman could ever intrigue me as much as the real Arden aroused me. But I have to admit that I'm very pleased with my new little toy and look forward to the day when this new little slut's proceeded to an advanced state of training where I can feel comfortable with putting my dick into her very pretty mouth. You can see why I promoted Hurley instead of immediately executing him. Any man that can deliver Flash Gordon to me in such a pretty body, deserves to be one of my officers."
"The ion traces indicate that they passed this way...about seventy-two hours earlier."
Captain Browning stared at the instrument panel as he asked Wilson in his high, squeaky voice, "Any indication that they got your message advising them of our status?"
"No, sir. My message has been automatically repeating itself every three minutes ever since we came within radio range. There has been no response from them. From the increasing radiation trail, it looks like they increased their rocket power. Does that make sense? You would think that they would be wanting to slow down so that the planet sensors couldn't pick them up."
"Or they could be trying to go so fast that the sensors couldn't pick them up.""That could work, but it would mean that Flash's pilot skills would be tested during landing."
"Should we speed up?"
The Captain looked down at the young pilot/operator. "No, if anything, we should slow down and just drift within range. That way, their sensors will think that we're nothing more than an asteroid. I'm sure that Flash will find some way to stay away from Ming until we get there."
"Open your mouth and take his cock into your mouth. Your mouth must willingly serve your master. You must suck this man's cock so that you can learn how to satisfy your master when it's time for you to show your new skills to Ming. You will prove your allegiance to our master by showing how you can suck this man's cock."
The Mongolian Doctor stared at the naked woman down on her knees in front of Captain Hurley, who was sitting in a chair. She was gazing at the former cook's crotch, but she wasn't moving. Her face was sweaty and flushed, as if she was struggling against some inner mental turmoil. Hurley wasn't able to wait any more. Putting his hands on the back of her head, Hurley pulled her head forward and down to his crotch, as he unsnapped his trousers. He mumbled, "I'll teach you how to suck a cock, you fucking bitch. If you had shared your body with me on the rocket, you wouldn't be in this trouble now."
The doctor noticed the woman's resistance, and he snapped his fingers, which signaled two Sharkmen guards to step forward and stop the new officer's man-handling of the resisting woman. The doctor declared, "She needs some more time in the Tractor-Grazer. She still shows too much resistance and is proving to be a very difficult subject to brainwash. Strange. I've never had a person who could resist the commands given while under a Tractor-Grazer's domination. This woman will need a lot more training before I'm satisfied that she won't bite the Emperor's dick off."
"Come on, Dale. You've got to wake up. Snap out of it."
Zarkov shook the unconscious woman's head as he talked to her. The real Dale and surgically created Dale had been transported to the lab where Ming expected Zarkov to work on restoring both of the women's mental capabilities to normal. Ten Sharkmen were positioned around the room, making sure that no one escaped.
Recognizing that verbal stimulation wasn't getting anywhere, Zarkov sat down at the desk and stared at the Murf, which Ming told him to 'get working' again. Mumbling out loud to himself, he softly said, "All I had to do was to repair the Gnodian Transfix by reversing the polarity. Wonder what would happen if I merged the solenoid with the inducer and short-circuited the data stream? Well, this damn situation can't get any worse, so I might as well give it a try."
"Open your mouth and take his cock into your mouth. Your mouth must willingly serve your master. You must suck this man's cock so that you can satisfy your master. That's it, kiss it, then suck his cock."
The Mongolian Doctor stared at the naked woman down on her knees in front of the naked Sharkman sitting in a chair. Her lips were rubbing against the warrior's cock, but she wasn't doing what she had been commanded to do - to take the man's cock into her mouth. Her face was sweaty and flushed, as if she was struggling against some inner mental turmoil.
She was holding the base of the man's cock and rubbing the cock against her lips, but she wasn't going past that point. The doctor whispered to his assistant, "As soon as we got Hurley out of here, she became compliant and started performing somewhat as we directed, but she isn't doing anything more risqué than kissing the tip of the guard's cock. She needs another session in the Tractor-Grazer."
"Come on, woman. You've got to wake up. Snap out of it."
Zarkov shook the unconscious woman's head as he talked to her. He stopped shaking her when her eyelids began fluttering. Leaning over her, he whispered into her ear, "Wake up. Who are you? What is your name?"
Her lips parted slightly and moved, but no sound came from her lips. He asked again, but there wasn't any more improvement.
Sitting back down at the partially disassembled Murf, Zarkov adjusted a contact with a screwdriver, then aimed the lens at the woman again as he pressed the button activating the complex equipment. For ten seconds, the woman was bathed in a weird light beam.
As soon as the beam ceased, Zarkov shook the woman again and asked, "What is your name?"
Her lips moved again, but this time, the faint sound "Moesia" came from the surgically modified woman's throat. Smiling broadly at his success, Zarkov sat down at the disassembled Murf again and thought about the results that experiment proved.
"Open your mouth and take his cock into your mouth. Your mouth must willingly serve your master. You belong to our master. You must suck this man's cock so that you can show our master what a pretty woman you are. That's it, kiss it, then suck his cock."
The Mongolian Doctor stared at the naked woman down on her knees in front of the naked Sharkman sitting in a chair. Her lips were rubbing against the warrior's cock, and she had kissed it several times, but so far, she hadn't allowed the man's cock to enter into her mouth. Her face was sweaty and flushed, as if she was struggling against some inner mental turmoil.
She was holding the base of the man's cock and rubbing the cock against her lips. As the doctor watched, she slowly opened her mouth and guided the engorged cock into her mouth. As her lips wrapped around the man's cock, and she began a slow stroking motion with her mouth, the doctor whispered to his assistant, "That last Tractor-Grazer session did it. She's almost the compliant dick-sucking slut that our Emperor wants her to become. Tell the Sergeant to get some more Sharkmen ready so that as soon as she finishes sucking this cock, we can give her some more cock to suck. By the time that we're finished with her, she'll be the best cock-sucker on the planet."
"Come on, Moesia. You've got to wake up. Snap out of it."
Zarkov held the dazed woman's head as he talked to her. "You've got to wake up. Tell me about you. Who is Moesia? What did you used to look like?"
Her lips parted slightly as she licked her dry lips with her tongue, then she faintly said, "Moesia. I'm Moesia...Arden. No, I'm Dale Arden. Tixar says that I'm Dale Arden. I'm an Earth woman. My name is...Moesia. I'm a stripper. Tixar is my friend. He wants me to be..I'm Dale Arden. I'm from Earth. Where is my friend Flash? Are you Flash? My name is Dale. I will let Flash fuck me, but only in the castle where Tixar will be waiting with soldiers. I'm a pretty Earth woman. I have a beautiful body. I'm a stripper. Tixar is going to pay me to. I will do whatever Ming wants me to do. I'm Dale..No, I'm Moesia. I remember now. Tixar promised me that he would give me..I'm from Earth. My name is Dale..who are you? Are you Flash? Who is Moesia? Why do I feel that I'm her? I'm Dale. My name is..I don't remember. Am I Moesia? No, I can't be because I'm Dale."
Rubbing the confused woman's forehead, Zarkov whispered, "They really scrambled your brains as they tried to convince you that you're someone else. After I've got you back on your feet, we'll go find this Tixar and see if we can't cut his balls off. Any man who would do this to a helpless woman, doesn't deserve to live."
Returning to the partially disassembled Murf, Zarkov adjusted a contact with a screwdriver, then aimed the lens at the woman again as he pressed the button activating the complex equipment. For ten seconds, the woman was bathed in a weird light beam.
As soon as the beam ceased, Zarkov asked the woman again, "What is your name?"
Her lips moved again, but this time, the correct name "Moesia" came from the surgically modified woman's throat.
Looking into her eyes, he asked, "Do you remember what happened, Dale?"
Her eyes were glazed over, but appeared a little more normal as she answered, "I'm not Dale. Tixar wants me to pretend to be her and modified my face so that I look like her. My name's really Moesia. Can I go back home?"
"Open your legs and take his cock into your pussy. Your pretty body must willingly serve your master. You belong to our master. You must fuck this man's cock so that you can show our master what a pretty woman you are. That's it, slide his cock into your pussy."
The Mongolian Doctor stared at the naked woman down on her knees with her legs spread around the Sharkman laying on his back. Her hand was stroking the warrior's cock against her vaginal lips, but so far, she hadn't allowed the man's cock to enter her. Her face was sweaty and flushed, as if she was struggling against some inner mental turmoil.
She was staring intently into the Sharkman's eyes and rubbing the cock against her inner thighs. As the doctor watched, she slowly guided the tip of his engorged cock into her cunt. As the man's cock penetrated her, she arched her back as she eased the hard erection deep inside her. The doctor whispered to his assistant, "Another milestone accomplished in her training. After she fucks this man, we'll let her suck someone else while another man takes her from the rear at the same time. Look at her radiant face. She's really enjoying the man's cock inside her body. She's now the compliant dick-sucking, cock-hungry, man-loving slut that our Emperor wants her to become. Tell the Sergeant to get a couple more Sharkmen ready for more training. We're going to give her a lot of positive reinforcement over the next several hours, then she gets the ultimate test. She can give me a blow job."
"Come on, Moesia. You've got to sit up so you can help me."
The still slightly dazed woman's head sat up as she looked around the room.From behind him, Doctor Zarkov heard a familiar voice. "Yes, Moesia, sit up and show me what miracles the Doctor's been able to accomplish in the four short days that he's been working for me."
Spinning around, Zarkov moved so that he was between the still somewhat confused woman and Ming. Ignoring the fact that he was disobeying the orders of the most ruthless man in the universe, Zarkov protected the woman with his body as he yelled, "Get out of here. You can't have her. She's still very confused."
Ming laughed, "Confused? My men tell me that she remembers who she really is and the only confusion is that she can't forget the Tractor-Grazer commands. So she's a compliant slut who's going to pretend that she's Dale as she makes love to me. To me, that sounds like a perfect woman, and why would you want to improve her any more? Guards, take her away."
Two guards rushed forward and eased the woman out of the room. Looking at the still unconscious real Dale Arden sleeping peacefully on a bed, Ming said, "Just as you've made progress with your copy of Miss Arden, so have I made progress with my copy of her. Last night, one of the most beautiful women in the world—nay, in the universe—made love to me. She sucked me... she fucked me... she made me a very happy and drained man. Tonight, Moesia will join Ambrosia—that's what I call my new little playmate. She's the best tasting pussy that I've ever licked. Ambrosia... pussy nectar good enough for the gods. Tonight, Moesia will join Ambrosia and me in my bed. I'll see what it's like to be fucked and sucked by the two most beautiful twins in the universe. You must hurry up and restore the real Miss Arden to being normal so that I can see what it's like to make love to triplets. God, just thinking about triplets in my bed gets me hard. Guard, let Ambrosia come to me so that I may show the good doctor my progress with my sexy version of Miss Arden."
Three guards rushed forward and grabbed the doctor as soon as the command was given. Two of the guards held his arms while the third held his head, forcing Zarkov to watch.
The door opened, allowing a very naked Dale Arden-looking woman to enter the lab. Only this very natural-looking woman wasn't walking timidly nor acting hesitantly as the last time that Zarkov saw the transformed and brainwashed Flash Gordon. The naked woman who walked into the room was radiating pure sex appeal in several ways: in the way that she walked, in the way that she held her naked breasts thrust out, in the way that she slinked across the floor like a world-class seductress, in the sultry expression on her perfect face, and most importantly, in the fathomless deepness of her sexy eyes. Moesia's eyes were still dull-looking and frequently confused, but this woman's eyes were wide awake and fiery in the smoldering passion that laid hidden within her hungry body.
She ignored everything in the room as she smiled at the object of her attention—the very beaming Emperor Ming. The woman disregarded normal protocol and didn't kneel as she approached him. Instead, she walked confidently toward him as if they were equals. Quickly crossing the room, she stepped next to Ming as she seductively spread her thighs around him and guided his hand to her breast. She tilted her head up and held her lips waiting for his kiss, as if she was a woman with her man in the privacy of their honeymoon suite.
Ming ignored her silent request for a kiss and softly said, "Go let the good doctor examine your new tattoo, Ambrosia. I had my seal tattooed on her breast because she's become my property forever. There's also a small number two tattooed just below the seal so that I can tell her apart from the other two Arden women. I'll do the same thing with them but put a number one on Dale and a number three on Moesia."
The woman—Ambrosia, because she certainly wasn't Flash Gordon anymore—peeled away from the happy evil Emperor. She walked just as sexy toward the doctor as she had walked toward her lover. She pointed at the small tattoo on her breast as she spoke in a husky, sexy voice, "See my pretty tattoo. It shows that my name is Ambrosia and that I belong to my master."
Zarkov was struggling against the guard's strong grasp, but they were able to easily hold him. He yelled, "YOU AREN'T HIS WHORE. YOU'RE FLASH GORDON. FIGHT IT. REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE. DON'T LET HIM DO THIS TO YOU."
She laughed a giggling laugh as he struggled against the strong arms holding him. As soon as his outburst was finished, she giggled, "Silly, I know that you would lie to me. I know that I'm really Ambrosia, and you can't turn me against the man that I love. You're cute, but you need to trim your beard a little. That would make you look so much cuter."
"FLASHHHHHH. RESIST. DON'T GIVE IN TO MING."
"Ambrosia, give our doctor a little reward for helping your sister Moesia get over her sickness. Give him some incentive to help your sister Dale recover also," suggested Ming as he smiled mischievously at the way that the brainwashed former Earth astronaut was behaving.
She stepped forward, going up on her tiptoes as the guard holding Zarkov's head held him still so that he couldn't escape her teasing. Zarkov shut his eyes so he couldn't see her, but he smelled her delicious lilac scent first, then felt the warm breath from her nose as her face came close to him. He struggled to keep her from touching him, but the guard held him firmly, and he felt her soft lips touch his lips. Her warm, delicious magician's touch sent a mild electrical shock through him, but he ignored it and continued to struggle against her soft, feminine, naked body pressing so hard against him. He felt her lips separate and her warm tongue probe his tightly clinched lips, but he resisted by keeping his lips tightly clinched. He felt her firm breasts press tightly against his chest, and one of her legs wrap around his leg. He felt her hand drop down between their bodies, and her soft fingers rub against his crotch. He was so stunned by her sensuous teasing that he didn't feel any of the guards let go of him.
He felt the woman's body pressing so tightly against him and causing wonderful physical sensations that he didn't believe was possible anymore with his decrepit body. This was the same woman's body that he had dreamed about so many times as he laid in bed or fantasized about when he was in the small bathroom masturbating.
He felt his lips part, and felt her warm, wet tongue enter his mouth. He felt her soft arms wrap around his neck and pull his face tighter against her face as their tongues danced intertwined within his ravenous mouth. He felt his hands drop down and cup her soft breasts that were so tightly pressed against his chest. He felt her leg wrap around his leg, then move sensuously up his leg until her leg was partially wrapped around his hip. Then he felt her lift herself from the ground, supporting herself with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. Somewhere he found the strength to stand there in the middle of the floor with her legs around his waist, her chest pressing hard against his chest, and her lips insatiably kissing him.
He felt her tongue pulling back from within his mouth, and he followed it, like a fish chasing a lure into her mouth. Like a thirsty man in the desert who found a pool, he hungrily probed her mouth, forgetting about the world, about the evil Ming standing so nearby watching the two of them kiss, and most importantly of all, he forgot that the woman that he was kissing was really Flash.
She pulled her head back more and disentwined her legs around his waist as she stood on her two feet again. She tried to step back slightly from him, but he followed her, his hands roaming over her body, his eyes looking only to her gleaming eyes, his thoughts only on what he wanted to do with her luscious body at that moment. When the guards grabbed his arms again, he remembered who she really was again, but the fight was gone from him.
Meekly he let go of her and stood there as she stepped back and giggled, "I like the soft, sensual feel of your beard. Maybe someday..."
"Ambrosia, come," stopped her sentence as Ming called his new woman.
Giggling and running like a teenage girl kissed for the first time on her father's front porch, she ran back to stand proudly beside Ming, like a trained dog returning to its master.
Staring at the beautiful woman standing beside him, Ming said, "Now you see why I call her Ambrosia. She's the best piece of pussy that I've had in a long time. How did you like the feel of her pretty breasts?"
Zarkov stared at the brainwashed woman as he answered, "I've always been a boob man, so..."
Zarkov's muscles tightened suddenly, and he pulled loose from the guards as he yelled, "FLASH. DON'T LET HIM DO THIS TO YOU."
Ming laughed as the guards grabbed the struggling doctor again and held him tightly. Laughing loudly at Zarkov's obvious discomfort, Ming declared, "I see that you're not convinced yet that this beautiful creature now belongs to me. Maybe this will convince you that the person that you used to know as Flash Gordon... no longer exists. Instead, we have this lovely creature that will be known forever only as Ambrosia, thanks to my science. Ambrosia, you may play with your lollipop."
Giggling like a schoolgirl with fresh roses on her cheeks, Ambrosia readily dropped to her knees in front of the Emperor and assumed the position that signaled total willingness to satisfy the Emperor. Two guards rushed forward from their position and stood immediately behind Ming to catch their Emperor in case he stumbled or lost his balance as a result of what the woman was getting ready to do.
Ambrosia lifted the hem of Ming's robe and stuck her head under the robe as if this was something that she did every day.Looking Zarkov straight in the eyes, Ming pulled his robe up to reveal that he wasn't wearing any underwear, and Ambrosia's smiling face as she held Ming's small cock with one hand. And worst of all, she was aggressively licking his cock with her flickering tongue as if it were a lollipop instead of Flash's worst enemy's penis.
Zarkov gasped in a crying voice, "FLASH, YOU MUST TRY TO REMEMBER WHO YOU REALLY ARE. YOU'RE NOT REALLY A WOMAN. YOU'RE FLASH GORDON, NOT SOME SLUT NAMED AMBROSIA. DON'T LET HIM DO THIS TO YOU. YOU MUST FIGHT IT AND LISTEN TO ME. DON'T LET HIM TURN YOU INTO HIS WHORE."
Ambrosia turned her head slightly as she continued to lick Ming's rapidly hardening cock. She winked conspiratorially at the doctor as she eagerly guided Ming's small but hard cock into her hungry mouth. Zarkov shut his eyes to block out the sight of his brainwashed friend enthusiastically giving the evil Emperor a blowjob. One of the guards used his thumbs to force Zarkov's eyes open so he had to watch. | null | Chapter 6 - Triplets | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year1998/18126.txt |
31,615 | Jan V. | SISTERS | Zoe and Jeannie got off the school bus and began their ten-minute uphill walk the rest of the way home. It was a stiflingly hot day. The sun was high and unforgiving, blazing down on them. Zoe heard that the temperature was likely to reach 100 degrees that afternoon, and it seemed the S.F. High radio station guys were right. Although they had braided their hair up, Zoe's and Jeannie's necks and the small of their backs were covered with sweat. Joey wanted Zoe to go and take a ride on his Harley, but she immediately turned him down. There was no place on earth she would rather be but there, on that searing hillside, next to Jeannie. Her twin egged her on to accept Joey's suggestion, while Zoe kept telling her she didn't want to. Her excuse was the high temperature in the Valley, and surely both Joey and Jeannie could understand that. So Jeannie shrugged and joined her in the school bus.
"You don't have to do this," Jeannie had said.
"I know."
"I mean, you don't have to do this for me. You're free to date whoever you want."
"I know," she repeated, unable to hide her annoyance. "But I don't want to."
"Why?"
Zoe shrugged her shoulders, looking through the window as the bus pulled away. She couldn't continue the conversation. Brittany McGuire came and sat down behind them and started an animated jabber of school gossip. She also explained why her mom was unable to come and pick her up that afternoon. Brittany's mother had an important appointment with her agent. Mrs. McGuire, a.k.a. Tamara Davies, was going to audition for a "major" role in a "major" movie with a "major" studio. So that meeting, to discuss such a crucial event in the life of a Hollywood actress, was of great consequence.
Zoe smiled to herself, recalling Linda's profound distaste and contempt for everything related to Hollywood. Big Sis's favorite movies were mostly foreign, shot in black-and-white, and featuring actors and actresses with unpronounceable names. Her first "real" boyfriend, Jack Corbett, had put her up to it, luring Big Sis into his house - he was 20 at the time, and five years older than Linda - to make out and see some old foreign flicks.
"Hey, Lana's here," Jeannie said as they trudged onto the driveway.
Zoe nodded, taking a glance at Lana Martin's '94 Ford Mustang, a red convertible her father had given her when his daughter turned sixteen. Coincidence or not, Lana's newfound love was Jack Corbett... Whether Linda took exception to it, Zoe didn't know, but every time Jack and Linda were in the same room there was tension in the air. If Lana was alone with Nikki, things went better and Linda joined in the conversation gladly.
Zoe and Jeannie greeted Anita as they walked in the back door. Mom was in the living room, talking to someone on the phone. From the bottom of the stairs, they heard good-humored screaming and giggling coming from their older sisters' room. Without hesitation, the twins scampered inside, curious about the reason for all that silly tittering, finding Lana and Nikki lying on Linda's bed.
"Hi, Lana."
"Hi, Jeannie," Lana said, turning over and looking up. "Hi, Zoe."
"Hi."
Jeannie sat down on Linda's bed as Nikki greeted them as well. Before long Jeannie learned that guys - what else? - were the root cause of the unrest among "the troops". Jack Corbett and Scott Rowan, a guy Nikki had been dating on and off, were mentioned as well as Joey Hernandez. A couple of minutes later, Zoe left the room, disgusted at the inanity of it all.
"You should tell your sister to lighten up. She's always so serious."
"Yeah, sometimes I think she should've been a guy."
Lana gave a chuckle, her eyes staring at Jeannie questioningly.
"I mean, she doesn't look like a guy... like I don't look like a guy... but... sometimes she's so bossy and-"
"You mean, she dominates you," Lana reasoned.
"I think what Jeannie is trying to say is that Zoe's always been the tomboy of the family," Nikki intervened. "She's always been the best at sports, climbing trees and catfights. She's even KO'd a guy over Jeannie."
"Really?" Lana exclaimed, her eyes examining Nikki and then Jeannie. "Why? What did he do?"
Jeannie smiled, then said, "He called me 'bitch'. Zoe got so mad that she kicked him in his knee really hard, and the next thing I know he collapses right in front of us. Everyone thought he was dead... because he didn't scream... nothing. He passed out, just like that."
"Wow! So I have to be real careful around your sister."
"You bet." Jeannie laughed and stood up. "Gotta take a shower. All my clothes are sweaty... and smell."Linda got to her feet and grabbed her backpack and school books.
"Where are you going?" Nikki asked, stunned by her sister's sudden animosity.
"Away... I need to finish this paper..."
Linda moved away from the table and left The Dome, heading back to S.F. High. She crossed the street, her hands and legs shaking against her will. She was mad, so mad at all of them, including Nikki. Her sister seemed keen on humiliating her in public. And she was just sick of it, sick of it all!
"Linda, wait," she heard Nikki call out from across the street. Linda walked on, ignoring her sister's cries, but soon Nikki caught up with her. "Linda, stop. I want to talk to you."
"OK, talk." Linda came to a halt and waited. Nikki looked confused, afraid, and furious at the same time.
Nikki swallowed and asked, "I don't understand... What's the matter with you? It was a joke, Linda!"
"I was not joking, Nikki."
"What do you mean?"
"You said I was in love... and I just confirmed it."
"Linda..." Nikki looked away from her sister's green eyes. They seemed so stern and uncaring. "I- What do you want me to do? Am I forbidden to crack jokes in front of you? Is that it?"
"No... I just don't like to be humiliated in front of my friend and your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend! He's- Oh, forget it. I don't owe you any explanation. It seems as though you're jealous." Facing her sister again, Nikki added, "Come on, Linda... You see Rick every day and I don't say a word about it."
"Maybe you should," Linda replied, turning away from Nikki.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Nikki had shouted her last question but Linda didn't look back. Instead, Linda began to talk to a bunch of guys. Nikki cursed and turned her back on Linda, wondering why her sister could be such a bitch... sometimes at least.
* * *
Linda felt very depressed. Her heart weighed like a ton, her hands trembled, her whole body shook from time to time, involuntarily. She sat beside Rick, squinting at a screen and moving colors and shadows that had no meaning to her. The movie theater was dark and people around her were silent, minds sharp, ready and hungry for the next scene of an outrageous plot. It was her boyfriend's idea to catch this movie with so much senseless violence.
'Sex mixed with violence and violence mixed with sex. It's what sells these days,' she thought. If she ever married Rick, she would never allow her kids to see such trash. She swallowed... Her throat was slightly sore... She felt like crying... Every time she heard a gunshot she would start in her seat and get tenser and tenser, her ears resonating with that hideous sound. It was becoming impossible for her to stay quiet and motionless. She was hating the movie so much. She looked at Rick. He was too absorbed in the action to notice how badly her eyes implored him to let them leave and breathe in some fresh air and watch the stars outside, shining, against the darkness... Maybe they could see a shooting star and wish a wish.
Rick could be romantic sometimes, like when he brought her a bunch of roses after a nasty fight about having unprotected sex. He wanted to have sex without a condom, but she wouldn't budge. If he wanted that, he should find another girlfriend, Linda had told him. When she thought everything was over between them, he showed up on her front lawn with that impressive bunch of flowers, and confessed how stupid he had been, that he wanted her back.
And then there was Nikki, her younger sister. Whether Linda wanted or not, Nikki had become her lover. She shut her eyes, and shook her head, feeling so much pain inside... It hurt so MUCH. She didn't exactly understand where all that pain had come from. Perhaps "it" had been waiting for the right moment to strike and reduce "its" victim to a human rag.
Sometimes Linda wished Nikki weren't her sister. If they weren't related, things would be far easier for both of them. She knew she was strong enough to face anyone about her preference for girls - she was convinced by now that her... bisexuality?... lesbianism?... was a matter of fact - but she was sure she couldn't handle the horror-struck faces of people if the facts about her incestuous relationship with Nikki came out.
There was so much to lose... She was deeply ashamed by her own behavior, by her jealousy. It could ruin everything she had with Nikki... but she was so afraid to lose her...
Everything seemed so fragile and ephemeral at that point, as if she walked on a roof made of crystal that cracked every time she took a step forward.
Linda called Rick that afternoon. Because she didn't have any plans of her own, she accepted Rick's. An early evening at the movies seemed a good idea, and the perfect excuse to postpone another confrontation with Nikki. But that stupid movie ruined everything. Her conciliatory mood was gone. Now there was only room for resentment... and guilt.
She was letting everybody down... Nikki, Rick, the twins, Mom and Dad. She had started the whole thing. She, the girl everybody admired and loved, the future prom queen, had failed them all. She had betrayed Mom's and Dad's and everyone's trust by sleeping with Nikki, by "making" her sister fall in love with her... And the twins, as impressionable as they were, had followed suit.
She wanted to cry. Keeping tears from flowing was getting harder and harder. She couldn't stand it any more. She rose to her feet and bolted out.
The usherette looked bewildered as Linda rushed into the lobby, hyperventilating and shaking.
"Are you all right, dear?" the middle-aged woman asked, but Linda couldn't say a word. Her lungs kept pumping air uncontrollably. "Let's go outside... And Jimmy," the usherette added, calling a freckled, nervous red-haired little boy, "get some water for me, will you?"
The usherette's kind, concerned eyes returned to Linda.
'This complete stranger could be my mother,' it occurred to Linda. For a moment she wanted to believe that. At least, Nikki wouldn't be her sister...
They stepped outside, the woman still bracing Linda with her plump, strong arm, and they waited there. Linda looked up at the sky, and the stars, so far away but so close to her soul. She started sobbing again. She was ashamed she was unable to control her feelings any more. Everything seemed to hurt so much now. Why? WHY? 'Please, God, tell me why? WHY?'
That scream was inside her. Her brains felt as though they were on fire. The water arrived. The innocent, scared eyes of the red-haired little boy directed her to the glass he was holding out. Linda smiled. He was cute. She took the glass, and thanked him though he was now hiding behind his mother's imposing frame.
"This's my son," the woman explained, glowing with mother's pride, her hand messing up his hair in a playful gesture. "Hey, Jimmy, say hello to this young lady." Linda smiled again. She was thankful to this complete stranger for her effort to put an end to her unhappiness. They chatted for a while about her son, what he had been up to lately... small talk that made her relax... and forget everything... and the fact that Rick was still inside watching the movie.
Rick joined her in the lobby a quarter of an hour later. His eyes blinked, trying to adapt to the strong, garish light.
"What's up?" he asked, his hands buried in his pockets.
Linda couldn't believe this guy. Was that all he had to say? He had seen her leave the theater as if escaping death itself and, instead of coming after her and asking what was wrong, he stayed inside for a fucking quarter of an hour watching the most feeble movie she'd ever seen.
"I want to go home."
"Why?"
"If you don't know why, then there's nothing for us to talk about."
Rick began to shift his weight from one foot to the other, a tell-tale sign of his nervousness. His eyes gazed around and then fell on the usherette.
"Sweetheart, calm down. I-"
"Don't you touch me, you hear?" Linda yelled, driving his arm away from her shoulders.
"Why?" he hollered back. "What did I do?"
"Let's not talk about it. It's no use."
Linda shuddered. Eventually he agreed the best thing they could do was to go home and skip the rest of the movie. He was horn-mad, but so was she. Linda left the car without the usual good-bye kiss and light petting. She heard the wheels screeching, and then the brakes, and then again the same screeching sound. Rick's car had made the customary U-turn, this time performed ten times faster, fueled by too much gas and blind rage.
Linda went upstairs. No one was in the living room. Mom and Dad were not at home, as usual, but she knew Nikki was... She still had to deal with the quarrel with Nikki. Linda hadn't seen her sister since the scene of open jealousy down at The Dome. Linda knew Nikki was dating a couple of guys, but her sister was quite discreet about them. One could say that Nikki didn't think them important enough to bring them home, or even to mention them. Seeing Nikki's date face to face, being confronted with the reality of it, was something she was not prepared to deal with - not at all. The intensity of her possessiveness scared her... It was so damned easy to lose her... So damned easy.
'This is a double-edged sword,' Linda figured. 'It's sweet, but cuts like a knife.'
A bedside lamp was on in their bedroom. Nikki had fallen asleep with a psychology textbook on her lap. She had become very curious about everything related to human behavior - incest, particularly, which was predictable, considering everything... There were almost no references to cases similar to theirs, Nikki had told her. Most of the entries in the libraries were about father-daughter incest... and child abuse... and both topics were quite depressing, if not scary altogether.Nikki searched databases and indexes and surveys on the subject (read in a rather surreptitious way) until she found a few cases of sister-sister incest, some of them consensual, some of them abusive. Most of the consensual stuff was underreported, though. Researchers were not interested in cases where the risk of psychological damage was low and the information was sparse. Generally, the people involved were too ashamed to talk freely about their experiences, especially if there was no reason to.
Linda sat on the edge of Nikki's bed and watched her youngest sister sleep. Nikki's denim shorts were unbuttoned, probably to give her hand ready access to her sex. Nikki must have masturbated while waiting for her to return.
Although Nikki never said a word about it, Linda knew Nikki was jealous too. Sudden sadness in the big blue-gray eyes of a sweet sixteen-year-old were the only visible signs of it. Early on they had said they should keep on dating, and avoid any hint that could give them away. People, and especially their parents, would find it strange if they stopped seeing guys altogether. They were so popular at S.F. High that such a major shift in their social life wouldn't go unnoticed. Belinda Hughes would be the first one to talk, Linda was sure of it… She didn't know who she could trust anymore… On the other hand, "they" would never suspect that she would gladly give up all her dates for Nikki, or would they?
Suddenly Nikki's eyes opened. "Hey," she said, stretching herself and letting a wide yawn out, "you're back. So, how was your date?"
"Lousy. I think we broke up... for good."
"Why? Did you tell him about-"
"No, of course not. I'd never do that. He was a jerk, and that's all there is to it."
Linda recounted what happened in the movie theater. Nikki hugged her tight, putting her arms around Linda's waist, giving her comfort. Feeling this much sweetness from her unselfish sister, Linda's eyes filled up with tears once again. Now she began to sob inconsolably.
Nikki held Linda through it. Linda still had feelings for Rick but none were related to sex. It was the idea of settling down in a nice neighborhood and having kids that kept her heart warm for him. Nikki and Linda had talked about it after a feverish session of lovemaking. The meaning of their new feelings for each other was another thing they talked about. Soon they both came to the same depressing conclusion - their future together was doomed... A year from now Linda would be in college and away from home. Linda would be hundreds of miles away while her younger sister had to stay behind and finish school. Big Sis had promised to come home as often as possible, but Nikki knew her sister would undoubtedly find new friends and tons of guys (and girls?) more than willing to share their beds with her.
Big Sis's crying began to subside. Linda wiped off her tears with her slender hands, another feature Nikki loved in her sister. And those green eyes glistened, still immensely sad.
"Come," Linda said with a shaky voice. Linda grabbed Nikki's hand, leading the way. A few years before, Nikki would have protested. She hated it when Linda made her do things without saying why. Household chores were the "uncoolest" thing Linda made her do. "There's nothing better than hard work to strengthen character," Linda wisecracked. Everybody should do their share and there was no room for exceptions. But now, if Linda said "jump" Nikki answered "how high?" She was madly in love with Linda, with her magnetic beauty, her sandy brows, her long flowing hair full of curls and waves, her tantalizing eyes, her athletic, trim body, with its smooth, soft curves... Nikki was enthralled. Big Sis must be a witch. Linda had cast a spell over her.
Linda guided her to the back yard, settling down on Dad's lawn chair. She motioned Nikki to sit on her lap. As soon as Nikki spread herself out on top of Big Sis, Linda embraced her and a chill ran up and down her spine.
They watched the starry sky. Every time Linda saw a shooting star, she pointed it out to her younger sister. Then they kissed, slowly, enjoying warm, wet lips touching warm, wet lips, tongues trading caresses. Sometimes Linda cried, apparently for no reason, and that made Nikki sad. Silence ensued. Neither of them wanted to break the spell, the beauty of the evening. After a long while, Linda whispered her apologies for their quarrel at The Dome. Nikki shushed her immediately, putting her fingers against her lips, murmuring, "Shhh… Don't speak… I love you." And then Nikki kissed her… Still, Linda's heart weighed tons. The pain didn't go away... It still hurt inside, BADLY.
NEXT: CHAPTER EIGHT: Fugitives | null | CHAPTER SEVEN: Depression | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year1998/13235.txt |
32,058 | Jan V. | SISTERS | Zoe and Jeannie got off the school bus and began their ten-minute uphill walk the rest of the way home. It was a stiflingly hot day. The sun was high and unforgiving, blazing down on them. Zoe heard that the temperature was likely to reach 100 degrees that afternoon, and it seemed the S.F. High radio station guys were right. Although they had braided their hair up, Zoe's and Jeannie's necks and the small of their backs were covered with sweat. Joey wanted Zoe to go and take a ride on his Harley, but she immediately turned him down. There was no place on earth she would rather be but there, on that searing hillside, next to Jeannie. Her twin egged her on to accept Joey's suggestion, while Zoe kept telling her she didn't want to. Her excuse was the high temperature in the Valley, and surely both Joey and Jeannie could understand that. So Jeannie shrugged and joined her in the school bus.
"You don't have to do this," Jeannie had said.
"I know."
"I mean, you don't have to do this for me. You're free to date whoever you want."
"I know," she repeated, unable to hide her annoyance. "But I don't want to."
"Why?"
Zoe shrugged her shoulders, looking through the window as the bus pulled away. She couldn't continue the conversation. Brittany McGuire came and sat down behind them and started an animated jabber of school gossip. She also explained why her mom was unable to come and pick her up that afternoon. Brittany's mother had an important appointment with her agent. Mrs. McGuire, a.k.a. Tamara Davies, was going to audition for a "major" role in a "major" movie with a "major" studio. So that meeting, to discuss such a crucial event in the life of a Hollywood actress, was of great consequence.
Zoe smiled to herself, recalling Linda's profound distaste and contempt for everything related to Hollywood. Big Sis's favorite movies were mostly foreign, shot in black-and-white, and featuring actors and actresses with unpronounceable names. Her first "real" boyfriend, Jack Corbett, had put her up to it, luring Big Sis into his house - he was 20 at the time, and five years older than Linda - to make out and see some old foreign flicks.
"Hey, Lana's here," Jeannie said as they trudged onto the driveway.
Zoe nodded, taking a glance at Lana Martin's '94 Ford Mustang, a red convertible her father had given her when his daughter turned sixteen. Coincidence or not, Lana's newfound love was Jack Corbett... Whether Linda took exception to it, Zoe didn't know, but every time Jack and Linda were in the same room there was tension in the air. If Lana was alone with Nikki, things went better and Linda joined in the conversation gladly.
Zoe and Jeannie greeted Anita as they walked in the back door. Mom was in the living room, talking to someone on the phone. From the bottom of the stairs, they heard good-humored screaming and giggling coming from their older sisters' room. Without hesitation, the twins scampered inside, curious about the reason for all that silly tittering, finding Lana and Nikki lying on Linda's bed.
"Hi, Lana."
"Hi, Jeannie," Lana said, turning over and looking up. "Hi, Zoe."
"Hi."
Jeannie sat down on Linda's bed as Nikki greeted them as well. Before long Jeannie learned that guys - what else? - were the root cause of the unrest among "the troops". Jack Corbett and Scott Rowan, a guy Nikki had been dating on and off, were mentioned as well as Joey Hernandez. A couple of minutes later, Zoe left the room, disgusted at the inanity of it all.
"You should tell your sister to lighten up. She's always so serious."
"Yeah, sometimes I think she should've been a guy."
Lana gave a chuckle, her eyes staring at Jeannie questioningly.
"I mean, she doesn't look like a guy... like I don't look like a guy... but... sometimes she's so bossy and-"
"You mean, she dominates you," Lana reasoned.
"I think what Jeannie is trying to say is that Zoe's always been the tomboy of the family," Nikki intervened. "She's always been the best at sports, climbing trees and catfights. She's even KO'd a guy over Jeannie."
"Really?" Lana exclaimed, her eyes examining Nikki and then Jeannie. "Why? What did he do?"
Jeannie smiled, then said, "He called me 'bitch'. Zoe got so mad that she kicked him in his knee really hard, and the next thing I know he collapses right in front of us. Everyone thought he was dead... because he didn't scream... nothing. He passed out, just like that."
"Wow! So I have to be real careful around your sister."
"You bet." Jeannie laughed and stood up. "Gotta take a shower. All my clothes are sweaty... and smell.""Nikki asked, stunned by her sister's sudden animosity.
"Away... I need to finish this paper..."
Linda moved away from the table and left The Dome, heading back to S.F. High. She crossed the street, her hands and legs shaking against her will. She was mad, so mad at all of them, including Nikki. Her sister seemed keen on humiliating her in public. And she was just sick of it, sick of it all!
"Linda, wait," she heard Nikki call out from across the street. Linda walked on, ignoring her sister's cries, but soon Nikki caught up with her. "Linda, stop. I want to talk to you."
"OK, talk." Linda came to a halt and waited. Nikki looked confused, afraid, and furious at the same time.
Nikki swallowed and asked, "I don't understand... What's the matter with you? It was a joke, Linda!"
"I was not joking, Nikki."
"What do you mean?"
"You said I was in love... and I just confirmed it."
"Linda..." Nikki looked away from her sister's green eyes. They seemed so stern and uncaring. "I- What do you want me to do? Am I forbidden to crack jokes in front of you? Is that it?"
"No... I just don't like to be humiliated in front of my friend and your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend! He's- Oh, forget it. I don't owe you any explanation. It seems as though you're jealous." Facing her sister again, Nikki added, "Come on, Linda... You see Rick every day and I don't say a word about it."
"Maybe you should," Linda replied, turning away from Nikki.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Nikki had shouted her last question but Linda didn't look back. Instead, Linda began to talk to a bunch of guys. Nikki cursed and turned her back on Linda, wondering why her sister could be such a bitch... sometimes at least.
* * *
Linda felt very depressed. Her heart weighed like a ton, her hands trembled, her whole body shook from time to time, involuntarily. She sat beside Rick, squinting at a screen and moving colors and shadows that had no meaning to her. The movie theater was dark and people around her were silent, minds sharp, ready and hungry for the next scene of an outrageous plot. It was her boyfriend's idea to catch this movie with so much senseless violence.
'Sex mixed with violence and violence mixed with sex. It's what sells these days,' she thought. If she ever married Rick, she would never allow her kids to see such trash. She swallowed... Her throat was slightly sore... She felt like crying... Every time she heard a gunshot she would start in her seat and get tenser and tenser, her ears resonating with that hideous sound. It was becoming impossible for her to stay quiet and motionless. She was hating the movie so much. She looked at Rick. He was too absorbed in the action to notice how badly her eyes implored him to let them leave and breathe in some fresh air and watch the stars outside, shining, against the darkness... Maybe they could see a shooting star and wish a wish.
Rick could be romantic sometimes, like when he brought her a bunch of roses after a nasty fight about having unprotected sex. He wanted to have sex without a condom, but she wouldn't budge. If he wanted that, he should find another girlfriend, Linda had told him. When she thought everything was over between them, he showed up on her front lawn with that impressive bunch of flowers, and confessed how stupid he had been, that he wanted her back.
And then there was Nikki, her younger sister. Whether Linda wanted or not, Nikki had become her lover. She shut her eyes, and shook her head, feeling so much pain inside... It hurt so MUCH. She didn't exactly understand where all that pain had come from. Perhaps "it" had been waiting for the right moment to strike and reduce "its" victim to a human rag.
Sometimes Linda wished Nikki weren't her sister. If they weren't related, things would be far easier for both of them. She knew she was strong enough to face anyone about her preference for girls - she was convinced by now that her... bisexuality?... lesbianism?... was a matter of fact - but she was sure she couldn't handle the horror-struck faces of people if the facts about her incestuous relationship with Nikki came out.
There was so much to lose... She was deeply ashamed by her own behavior, by her jealousy. It could ruin everything she had with Nikki... but she was so afraid to lose her...
Everything seemed so fragile and ephemeral at that point, as if she walked on a roof made of crystal that cracked every time she took a step forward.
Linda called Rick that afternoon. Because she didn't have any plans of her own, she accepted Rick's. An early evening at the movies seemed a good idea, and the perfect excuse to postpone another confrontation with Nikki. But that stupid movie ruined everything. Her conciliatory mood was gone. Now there was only room for resentment... and guilt.
She was letting everybody down... Nikki, Rick, the twins, Mom and Dad. She had started the whole thing. She, the girl everybody admired and loved, the future prom queen, had failed them all. She had betrayed Mom's and Dad's and everyone's trust by sleeping with Nikki, by "making" her sister fall in love with her... And the twins, as impressionable as they were, had followed suit.
She wanted to cry. Keeping tears from flowing was getting harder and harder. She couldn't stand it any more. She rose to her feet and bolted out.
The usherette looked bewildered as Linda rushed into the lobby, hyperventilating and shaking.
"Are you all right, dear?" the middle-aged woman asked, but Linda couldn't say a word. Her lungs kept pumping air uncontrollably. "Let's go outside... And Jimmy," the usherette added, calling a freckled, nervous red-haired little boy, "get some water for me, will you?"
The usherette's kind, concerned eyes returned to Linda.
'This complete stranger could be my mother,' it occurred to Linda. For a moment she wanted to believe that. At least, Nikki wouldn't be her sister...
They stepped outside, the woman still bracing Linda with her plump, strong arm, and they waited there. Linda looked up at the sky, and the stars, so far away but so close to her soul. She started sobbing again. She was ashamed she was unable to control her feelings any more. Everything seemed to hurt so much now. Why? WHY? 'Please, God, tell me why? WHY?'
That scream was inside her. Her brains felt as though they were on fire. The water arrived. The innocent, scared eyes of the red-haired little boy directed her to the glass he was holding out. Linda smiled. He was cute. She took the glass, and thanked him though he was now hiding behind his mother's imposing frame.
"This's my son," the woman explained, glowing with mother's pride, her hand messing up his hair in a playful gesture. "Hey, Jimmy, say hello to this young lady." Linda smiled again. She was thankful to this complete stranger for her effort to put an end to her unhappiness. They chatted for a while about her son, what he had been up to lately... small talk that made her relax... and forget everything... and the fact that Rick was still inside watching the movie.
Rick joined her in the lobby a quarter of an hour later. His eyes blinked, trying to adapt to the strong, garish light.
"What's up?" he asked, his hands buried in his pockets.
Linda couldn't believe this guy. Was that all he had to say? He had seen her leave the theater as if escaping death itself and, instead of coming after her and asking what was wrong, he stayed inside for a fucking quarter of an hour watching the most feeble movie she'd ever seen.
"I want to go home."
"Why?"
"If you don't know why, then there's nothing for us to talk about."
Rick began to shift his weight from one foot to the other, a tell-tale sign of his nervousness. His eyes gazed around and then fell on the usherette.
"Sweetheart, calm down. I-"
"Don't you touch me, you hear?" Linda yelled, driving his arm away from her shoulders.
"Why?" he hollered back. "What did I do?"
"Let's not talk about it. It's no use."
Linda shuddered. Eventually he agreed the best thing they could do was to go home and skip the rest of the movie. He was horn-mad, but so was she. Linda left the car without the usual good-bye kiss and light petting. She heard the wheels screeching, and then the brakes, and then again the same screeching sound. Rick's car had made the customary U-turn, this time performed ten times faster, fueled by too much gas and blind rage.
Linda went upstairs. No one was in the living room. Mom and Dad were not at home, as usual, but she knew Nikki was... She still had to deal with the quarrel with Nikki. Linda hadn't seen her sister since the scene of open jealousy down at The Dome. Linda knew Nikki was dating a couple of guys, but her sister was quite discreet about them. One could say that Nikki didn't think them important enough to bring them home, or even to mention them. Seeing Nikki's date face to face, being confronted with the reality of it, was something she was not prepared to deal with - not at all. The intensity of her possessiveness scared her... It was so damned easy to lose her... So damned easy.
'This is a double-edged sword,' Linda figured. 'It's sweet, but cuts like a knife.'
A bedside lamp was on in their bedroom. Nikki had fallen asleep with a psychology textbook on her lap. She had become very curious about everything related to human behavior - incest, particularly, which was predictable, considering everything... There were almost no references to cases similar to theirs, Nikki had told her. Most of the entries in the libraries were about father-daughter incest... and child abuse... and both topics were quite depressing, if not scary altogether.
Nikki searched databases and indexes and surveys on the subject (read in a rather surreptitious way) until she found a few cases of sister-sister incest, some of them consensual, some of them abusive. Most of the consensual stuff was underreported, though.Researchers were not interested in cases where the risk of psychological damage was low and the information was sparse. Generally, the people involved were too ashamed to talk freely about their experiences, especially if there was no reason to.
Linda sat on the edge of Nikki's bed and watched her youngest sister sleep. Nikki's denim shorts were unbuttoned, probably to give her hand ready access to her sex. Nikki must have masturbated while waiting for her to return.
Although Nikki never said a word about it, Linda knew Nikki was jealous too. Sudden sadness in the big blue-gray eyes of a sweet sixteen-year-old were the only visible signs of it. Early on they said they should keep on dating, and avoid any hint that could give them away. People, and especially their parents, would find it strange if they stopped seeing guys altogether. They were so popular at S.F. High that such a major shift in their social life wouldn't go unnoticed. Belinda Hughes would be the first one to talk, Linda was sure of it… She didn't know who she could trust anymore… On the other hand, "they" would never suspect that she would gladly give up all her dates for Nikki, or would they?
Suddenly Nikki's eyes opened. "Hey," she said, stretching herself and letting a wide yawn out, "you're back. So, how was your date?"
"Lousy. I think we broke up... for good."
"Why? Did you tell him about-"
"No, of course not. I'd never do that. He was a jerk, and that's all there is to it."
Linda recounted what happened in the movie theater. Nikki hugged her tight, putting her arms around Linda's waist, giving her comfort. Feeling this much sweetness from her unselfish sister, Linda's eyes filled up with tears once again. Now she began to sob inconsolably.
Nikki held Linda through it. Linda still had feelings for Rick but none were related to sex. It was the idea of settling down in a nice neighborhood and having kids that kept her heart warm for him. Nikki and Linda had talked about it after a feverish session of lovemaking. The meaning of their new feelings for each other was another thing they talked about. Soon they both came to the same depressing conclusion - their future together was doomed... A year from now Linda would be in college and away from home. Linda would be hundreds of miles away while her younger sister had to stay behind and finish school. Big Sis had promised to come home as often as possible, but Nikki knew her sister would undoubtedly find new friends and tons of guys (and girls?) more than willing to share their beds with her.
Big Sis's crying began to subside. Linda wiped off her tears with her slender hands, another feature Nikki loved in her sister. And those green eyes glistened, still immensely sad.
"Come," Linda said with a shaky voice. Linda grabbed Nikki's hand, leading the way. A few years before Nikki would have protested. She hated it when Linda made her do things without saying why. Household chores were the "uncoolest" thing Linda made her do. "There's nothing better than hard work to strengthen character," Linda wisecracked. Everybody should do their share and there was no room for exceptions. But now if Linda said "jump" Nikki answered "how high?" She was madly in love with Linda, with her magnetic beauty, her sandy brows, her long flowing hair full of curls and waves, her tantalizing eyes, her athletic, trim body, with its smooth, soft curves... Nikki was enthralled. Big Sis must be a witch. Linda had cast a spell over her.
Linda guided her to the back yard, settling down on Dad's lawn chair. She motioned Nikki to sit on her lap. As soon as Nikki spread herself out on top of Big Sis, Linda embraced her and a chill ran up and down her spine.
They watched the starry sky. Every time Linda saw a shooting star, she pointed it out to her younger sister. Then they kissed, slowly, enjoying warm, wet lips touching warm, wet lips, tongues trading caresses. Sometimes Linda cried, apparently for no reason, and that made Nikki sad. Silence ensued. Neither of them wanted to break the spell, the beauty of the evening. After a long while, Linda whispered her apologies for their quarrel at The Dome. Nikki shushed her immediately, putting her fingers against her lips, murmuring, "Shhh… Don't speak… I love you." And then Nikki kissed her… Still, Linda's heart weighed tons. The pain didn't go away... It still hurt inside, BADLY.
NEXT: CHAPTER EIGHT: Fugitives | null | CHAPTER SEVEN: Depression | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year1998/13142.txt |
33,996 | PJ | Diablo: Zara's Quest | Zara walked softly through the pitch-black passageway, the glow of her Falchion of Radiance lighting her way. The rogue opened her mind to the Sight, seeking any evil creatures that might be lying in wait to ambush her again. Zara had been descending deeper into the catacombs for hours, fighting the occasional skeleton or zombie, but finding no sign of where the undead had taken her companion Isolde. Unable to find the mage girl, Zara reasoned that the Master was her most likely captor, and that he would reside deeper within the corrupt catacombs of the monastery.
Zara reached an intersection, with branching passages going right, left, and straight ahead. With the Sight offering no guidance, Zara guessed and walked left. The slim girl advanced down the new hallway until she reached an open chamber with a pedestal as its only ornamentation. Zara walked up to the pedestal, discovering that a single book lay upon its surface. The book was bound with red hide and had golden script written on the cover and the spine. Zara examined the book and pedestal with her Sight until she was sure there were no hidden traps. She gently picked up the book with both hands, reading the object's title, "The Book of Blood". Zara opened the book, but could not decipher any of the mystical text. She knew it was mage script, since she had seen similar writing in many of Adria's spell books, but she could not comprehend whatever magic lay in this volume. As Zara placed the Book of Blood in her pack for later study, a secret door slid open in the wall facing her. A huge humanoid-shaped monster with dull grey skin and a single jutting horn on his forehead roared in challenge, his large feet shaking the stone floor of the room as he entered.
"Shit!" swore Zara, reaching for her Hunter's Bow. As Zara backed away towards the room's exit, the Horned Demon charged forward, shattering the book's pedestal to dust as he advanced. Zara drew back her bow's string, launching several arrows into the demon's chest. The Horned Demon bellowed with pain, but did not slow down as he pounded towards Zara. Zara fled out of the room and into the wide hallway, firing arrows occasionally as she retreated. The shafts smacked into the Horned Demon's tough hide, releasing gouts of black blood into the air. The demon grunted with each impact, walking implacably after the rogue girl. Crouching low to the dust-laden floor, the Horned Demon charged, roaring so loud Zara's ears ached. The rogue shouldered her bow before aiming her right hand at the monster and casting Firebolt. The sizzling projectile splashed against the demon's arrow-pitted chest, searing his hide. The Horned Demon groaned, stumbling slightly while he continued to charge. Zara hastily cast another Firebolt before unslinging her bow and resuming her arrow barrage. The flaming missile smacked into the first spell wound, burning even deeper into the demon's chest. Three arrows followed the spell, feathering the hideous wound smoking in the demon's torso. The Horned Demon's charge slowed to a stop, he rasped for breath, his body trembling until it finally collapsed and failed on the hallway floor.
Zara exhaled loudly, wiping perspiration from her pale brow. She carefully walked around the dead monster, re-entering the book chamber. She kept an arrow ready in her weapon as she peeked into the secret door, checking for more monsters before entering. Detecting no signs of immediate danger, Zara entered the hidden room, finding a second pedestal and a glowing red gem on the floor beside it. Drawing close to the pedestal, Zara saw that it was really a small altar, with three indentations for gem-sized objects. Zara picked up the glowing ruby, compared it to one of the spaces, then tentatively placed the gem inside it. A grinding sound alerted Zara as a secret door opened in the right-hand wall. Several Horned Demons growled loudly, shouldering against each other in their eagerness to attack. Zara raised her right arm, chanting Charged Bolt smoothly. Lightning shot from her hand to the secret door opening, lashing out at the clustered demons. The Horned Demons screamed as the lightning nibbled at their hides, leaving painful burns on their flesh. Zara cast another Charged Bolt, filling the crowded wall opening with more flashing electricity. The rogue girl summoned bolt after bolt until all of the Horned Demons were dead and most of her mana had been expended. She leaned against the altar, her legs quivering with exhaustion. Zara fumbled inside her pack, grasping a crystal vial filled with blue liquid. She popped the wax seal and sucked down the bitter elixir. Fresh magic burned in Zara's body, restoring her mana levels.
Zara dragged the smoking bodies out of the doorway so she could wriggle through to the room beyond. The chamber was empty except for another glowing red gem that rested in a far corner. Zara took the gem, returning to the altar room and placing it in the second space carved into the altar's surface. The wall to the left shook as a panel opened within it. Two Horned Demons roared as they marched towards Zara. The rogue picked up her idle falchion, rushing forward to impale the lead demon in the stomach. Hot black blood gushed over Zara's arm as she rammed her weapon again and again into the lumbering monster's belly. The Horned Demon swiped weakly at Zara before he fell limply to the floor. The second demon kicked his comrade aside, slashing at Zara with a huge grey claw. Razor-sharp nails sliced across Zara's chest, leaving four rents in her leather armor. Zara stumbled back from the force of the blow, then slashed up with her sword. She cut deep into the demon's left wrist, making him grunt in pain. The demon swung down with his right fist, smashing a deep hole in the floor while Zara agilely leapt away from the attack. Zara lunged forward in a crouch, sticking the demon in the left leg with her blade. The Horned Demon swiped at Zara again, missing his target. Roaring with frustration, the demon lowered his head and charged at the slim young woman. Zara dodged aside too slowly, she grunted as the Horned Demon crashed into her body and propelled her against the far wall. Zara smacked loudly into the unforgiving stone, she heard several ribs snap inside her from the force of the charge. Held up against the wall by the Horned Demon's enormous body, Zara raised her falchion with both hands and plunged it into the monster's thick, vulnerable neck. The demon shuddered from the blow, placing his hands on the wall for support while Zara stabbed him over and over. Coughing up blood, the Horned Demon fell away from the wall and Zara, flopping bonelessly to the floor.
Zara fell to the floor in a heap, her sides burning with agony. She wiped saliva from her mouth, every breath sending fresh stabs of pain through her body. Zara used all of her mana to heal herself, the magic re-knitting her broken ribs. She staggered to her feet, using the wall for support, her body still weak and drained from spell casting. Zara searched the Horned Demons' lair, finding a third blood stone inside. Carefully, Zara placed the third stone in its receptacle, her glowing falchion held ready when another secret door opened in the wall facing her. No Horned Demons charged forward, to the great relief of the rogue girl. Zara slowly entered the dark chamber beyond the open portal, gasping in surprise when she beheld a suit of gleaming golden splint mail resting on a wooden upright frame. Enchanted runes adorned the armor's arm braces and ankle guards. Powerful magic resonated from the suit when Zara used her Sight to examine it. Zara ran her hand over the cool steel of the armor, excited by the power burning within it. Checking to see that no monsters approached from the entryway, Zara stripped off her leather armor and weapons until she stood only in her white panties. She carefully clasped the golden splint mail over her white flesh, encasing her sensuous form in the protective metal. The enchanted suit altered itself to hug close to her body, it molded to conform with her feminine curves. The armor was light, Zara could move as easily as if she was still wearing her leather gear. She re-belted her sword, then shouldered her pack and bow. Zara was adjusting her ponytail of hair when a flaming arrow smashed into her armored chest and knocked her off her feet.
Two skeletons roughly lowered the naked girl from the metal cross, her bare skin wrinkled tightly over her bones, blue with the tint of death."She had a sweet pussy," mourned Leoric, watching from his throne as the skeletons carried the limp body away to be devoured by his undead minions. Isolde sat next to the undead king's left leg, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, her bare skin white and luminescent in the bleak darkness. Leoric fondled her thick black hair, petting her like a prized hound. A barely clothed zombie male shambled into the crypt, halting before Leoric and performing a parody of a bow.
"Blackash..sent," drooled the zombie, his eyes glazed and staring. "Girl found Book of Blood..unlocked Armor of Valor."
"No, it cannot be!" snarled Leoric, yanking painfully on Isolde's hair, making her whimper softly. "What is Blackash doing?"
"Attacking her,..as you said," gibbered the zombie.
"Go to Bilefroth's slave pit, bring him to me at once!" shouted Leoric, trembling with rage and fingering the rune-laden iron crown resting on his deathly grey brow.
"Master," hissed the zombie, bowing deeply again before shuffling out of the crypt.
"The bitch is too close, too close," muttered Leoric, nibbling the flesh off of a finger on his right hand.
"Fuck me, Master! Please!" begged Isolde, reaching out to fondle his crotch while her left hand strayed to her burning cunt.
"Not now, whore!" spat Leoric, slapping Isolde away.
Isolde sat up again, rubbing her bruised right cheek tenderly. She smiled wantonly, licking her lips.
"Thank you, Master. That felt good," purred the naked girl.
"Did it? Would you like more?" rumbled Leoric, uncoiling a whip from his belt, snapping it with a flick of his wrist.
"Yes, Master! Please, hurt me," moaned Isolde, looking up at the king with slavish adoration, her left hand rubbing her wet pussy desperately.
"As you wish," smiled Leoric, his sunken eyes smoldering with lust as he raised the whip's handle and lashed Isolde's bare back. The naked girl shuddered with ecstasy when the leather licked across her warm skin. Leoric snapped the whip again, creating a long, angry welt across Isolde's spine. Isolde moved to rest on her hands and knees, presenting her small, firm ass to her lord. Leoric licked his dry lips, baring sharp yellow fangs while he cracked the whip over his ensorcelled slave. Isolde moaned with each new bruise, she wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with excitement as her flesh trembled from the whip's cruel kisses. Isolde's buttocks and back were cris-crossed with throbbing red welts.
"Bind her over my tomb," ordered Leoric, dangling his whip along the dust-draped floor.
Two stationary skeletons emerged from their posts along a wall, taking the prone, moaning girl and dragging her to the undead king's resting place. The skeletons pressed Isolde against the lid of the tomb, arching her back until she almost lay atop the cold stone sarcophagus. One skeleton grabbed Isolde's wrists and bound them together with black leather cord while the other placed a gag inside the naked girl's slack mouth. Leoric positioned himself in front of Isolde, admiring her pumping tits and quivering wet cunt. The undead king swung his whip forward, bruising Isolde's left breast. The young girl groaned in her gag, her pussy releasing a fresh flood of thick honey. Leoric hurried to his knees, lapping up the trembling girl's cum. He shoved his face into Isolde's pussy, sucking her juices as they flowed out of her hot vagina. Isolde closed her eyes in bliss, she thrust out her hips, rubbing her crotch against Leoric's rotting face. She held her arms limply over her head, enjoying the feel of the leather bonds as they pressed against her slim wrists.
"Your pussy is so good," murmured Leoric, slowly licking up her slit with his long, slimy tongue. He licked Isolde's inner thighs, savoring the taste of her warm skin. Discarding the whip, Leoric kicked Isolde's legs apart, undid his breeches, and slammed his hardened cock into the bound girl's cunt. Isolde moaned deeply into her gag, her vagina clamping tightly around her undead lover's shaft. Leoric grappled with Isolde's young breasts, pressing against them as he thrust into her hot tight hole. The king tore away Isolde's gag, leaning down to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Isolde groaned, caressing Leoric's decayed tongue with her own living one. Leoric explored Isolde's throat, his lips devouring hers.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" begged Isolde, pumping her hips in time with Leoric's, shoving her pussy against the king's impaling spear. Leoric filled his hands with Isolde's rich black hair, licking her quivering neck, tasting the sweet life that coursed through her blood. Leoric pressed his body over Isolde's, he held onto her bound wrists with his hands as he thrust with all his undead strength into the yielding girl's cunt. The king felt Isolde's hot breath on his cheek as she orgasmed, her vagina squeezing his member while a stream of honey poured from her womb onto his crotch. Leoric grabbed his chalice, gathering her pussy juices before mixing it with his own cream. He gave the cup to Isolde, watching her greedily drink the heady potion, binding her to him for another day. When Isolde had finished the musky brew, Leoric retrieved his chalice, pushing off of the girl's firm body.
"Put her on the cross," ordered Leoric, returning to his throne and sitting down heavily.
The two skeleton servants took Isolde's limp arms and carried her naked body to the metal cross vacated by the recently deceased female prisoner. The skeletons pushed Isolde up against the cross, quickly closing metal restraints over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. Isolde moaned softly, her head dangling forward on her heaving chest, her long black hair falling over her face like a funeral veil. Leoric admired Isolde's naked form hanging from the cold iron cross, his lips still sticky with drops of her cum.
"Blackash must slay the rogue," whispered Leoric.
Zara hid behind the wooden frame that had once held the Armor of Valor. She yanked the smoldering arrow from her chest as two more burning shafts smacked into the frame's surface. The rogue girl glanced around the frame, spotting a single skeleton that burned like an oil-drenched torch. The skeleton raised an iron bow adorned with several red-glowing runes. He drew back his bowstring, which ignited the arrow nocked within it. The skeleton fired the arrow, missing Zara's right cheek by a hair width. Zara ducked back behind the frame, preparing her own Hunter's bow for firing.
Blackash lowered himself to a crouch, an arrow flaming in his bow, as he silently moved right to get a clear shot at Zara. When the rogue girl dived away from the frame, Blackash fired, scoring a hit on Zara's left thigh. Zara grunted from the hit, firing her own arrow at the skeleton. The projectile smashed one of Blackash's left ribs but did no appreciable damage. Blackash fired several more arrows in quick succession, hitting Zara's back and upper left thigh. The arrows snapped against Zara's enchanted armor, but the impacts did slow the girl down. Zara launched a stream of arrows, smashing more of Blackash's ribs and chipping away at his flaming arms. As the skeleton staggered backwards, Zara dropped her bow and drew her falchion, sprinting towards the reeling undead. Blackash fired his bow, sending two smoking arrows deep into Zara's belly. Zara groaned, but maintained her charge, raising her sword at Blackash. Before the skeleton could loose another shaft, Zara hacked down with her falchion, severing her foe's right arm. The enchanted bow fell to the floor with a clatter as Zara smashed the skeleton into a pile of flickering debris.
Zara tore the arrows out of her stomach, groaning loudly with pain as her blood poured over her golden armor. She pressed her left hand over her wounds, maintaining pressure while she tore a bandage from her pack. Wrapping the thick cloth around her lower torso, Zara retrieved her bow, gathered Blackash's weapon, then took a scroll of Town Portal from her pack. She recited the spell, barely waiting for the magical gateway to open before she plunged inside.
"You called, Leoric?" growled the massive Overlord named Bilefroth.
"Yes, we have a problem," replied the undead king, draped in the darkness surrounding his throne.
"It had better be important, I was breaking in two new slaves," purred the demon, tugging on two chains in his right claw that led to choke collars fastened around the necks of two young beautiful naked girls.
"Your toys can wait. You must kill a rogue known as Zara before our Dark Lord finds out about her," spat Leoric, "or else both of our lives are forfeit!" | null | Chapter 7 | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year1998/14012.txt |
34,962 | null | SAVED BY THE BELL - PERILS OF KELLY | Zack was deep in thought. He and Slater were sitting in their usual booth in The Max, and Slater was saying something, but Zack was miles away. Kelly was no longer his girlfriend, and he had accepted that fact. Seeing her every day in school and remaining friends with her hadn't helped, but he had accepted it nonetheless. Hell, he saw her every day after school too, as she was a waitress at The Max. There were other restaurants in town, some with better food, but for some reason he felt compelled to return to The Max every day after school and during lunchtime too. His friends felt the same way. It was almost as if this were some TV show and The Max was a set.
"Hey, preppy! Are you listening to me?" Slater had noticed that Zack wasn't paying any attention to A.C.'s dissertation on the relative merits of wrestling holds. Damn pretty boy, he has no appreciation for sports, thought Slater.
Zack paid no attention to Slater's query - he was still lost in thought. Although he had accepted their separation, Zack just couldn't get Kelly off his mind. Every ten seconds, an image of Kelly, in her bathing suit, would pop into his mind. He still remembered the vacation to Hawaii that the gang took, over summer break, like it was yesterday. It was December, for Christ's sake! Actually, he didn't remember the vacation - he remembered Kelly in her bathing suit. Zack was shallow enough to have forgotten the pain of their breakup - it had been a year ago, after all. On the other hand, he was man enough to remember the tanned and well-toned legs displayed by her French-cut swimsuit, four months ago. He was surprised that Kelly's modeling career had petered out - she certainly had the looks.
A french-fry bouncing off his nose interrupted Zack's train of thought. "What the hell, Slater!"
"Man, preppy, you were really zoned out," laughed Slater. "I was getting worried that you were in a coma, so Doctor Slater had to apply the old 'french-fry in the face' test. Looks like it worked. It's just a good thing for you that I care."
"Oh, you're a regular comedian, aren't you," quipped Zack. "I was thinking, Slater, but I guess you wouldn't know what that's like." Now, it was Zack's turn to smile.
Slater decided to let that one go. "So, what were you thinking about?"
Zack wasn't sure if he wanted to share his thoughts. "Oh, nothing important... You know, just stuff. In fact, I was thinking about college next year." Zack thought that last one would throw Slater off. Next year they would both be going to UC, he hoped. Slater was sure to get a wrestling scholarship, and Zack had supplemented his straight C average with a healthy dose of the Morris charm during his interview.
Slater wasn't buying it. "Since when do you think about school? Besides, I saw your face. You kept smiling, then frowning, then smiling. It must be something serious."
Zack decided to level with his friend. He wasn't sure how to ease into the subject, though. Oh well, might as well try the direct approach. "Slater, have you and Jessie ever done it?"
Slater started to choke on his soda. Gasping for breath, he replied, "What?!"
"What I mean, is have you and Jessie ever had sex," Zack whispered.
"Yeah, I thought that's what you said. Are you kidding? She would put me in traction if I even tried to cop a feel."
"But, you've been going out for years," answered Zack, who experienced the same problem with Kelly. It had taken him a year to convince Kelly to let him French her.
"I bet you never did it with Kelly," said a defensive Slater. He was pretty sure about that. In fact, he was pretty sure that all his friends were virgins, like him. He knew Screech was a virgin. That was for sure.
"You're right about that, and that's the problem," Zack replied angrily.
"So you were thinking about having sex with Kelly?"
"Shh, I don't need the world to know!"
"Sorry," Slater knew he hadn't been talking loudly, but he knew why Zack was nervous. Nobody ever talked about sex at Bayside.
"Yeah, I was thinking about how much I wanted to get it on with Kelly. Don't you want to do it with Jessie? Or, do you want to go to college a virgin?"
Those words sent a chill up Slater's spine. He would be laughed off the UC wrestling team if they found out he was a virgin. "No way," he said, "but how can we score? You and Kelly broke up last year, and Jessie and I have kind of cooled off lately. Besides, those prudes would never go for it. Maybe we should get some hookers..."
Just then, Screech, who had entered The Max undetected, tripped his way over to the table. "Hey guys, what are you talking about?" he squealed.
"We were talking about s..." began Slater, only to be interrupted by Zack kicking him in the shin, "Ow!"
"You were talking about sows?" queried the nerd.
"Yeah, that's it," Zack said sarcastically. Looking at his watch, "Oh well, lunch is over, time to go back to school."His dick sprang to life immediately, tenting his gym shorts.
"Oh Lisa," he wailed into the panties, stroking his rod through his shorts. He just couldn't resist. Pulling down his shorts and underwear, he sat on the bench and began stroking himself, the panties wrapped around his hand. The slightly damp cotton felt great against his throbbing manhood. Lisa's scent lingered on his nose. Realizing time was short, Screech began pumping with abandon, gazing with pride on his 10" member. If only Lisa could see this, he thought. She wouldn't think he was such a nerd if she knew he had such a massive tool. Oh God, he would love to be nailing Lisa and not her underwear. With that thought, he fired his creamy load into the panties, his face contorted into a maniacal expression of glee. Quickly, he cleaned off using the panties and then stuffed them into his pocket. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, he exited the locker room, crossed the hall, and reentered the boy's room.
The water felt great against her naked skin, thought Lisa as she lathered up. Realizing that she was spending overlong soaping her breasts, she quickly moved on to more innocuous body parts. Damn, but she was horny. It wasn't bad enough that almost all the guys in school were white and only wanted white girls, but that damn Screech scared the rest away. He was always following her around like a puppy-dog. It was no wonder no guys ever hit on her, Screech was always in the way. With no guys available, Lisa had been forced to find other ways to release her tensions. There was masturbation and then, there was Jessie. Lisa knew she wasn't a lesbian, she just took what she could get. Jessie, on the other hand, Lisa wasn't really sure, she knew that Jessie liked girls at least as much as guys. Hell, she had gone a lot farther with Lisa than she had with Slater.
With that thought, Lisa turned to see what her lover was doing. Jessie was casually soaping herself, all the while staring lustfully at the tight ass of Kelly Kopalski. It was more than the water that was making Jessie's nipples erect. Jessie noticed that Lisa had seen what she was up to and the two exchanged a knowing glance. Lisa knew that Jessie had been after Kelly for a long time, but was uncertain about how to approach her. After all, Kelly was from a strict Catholic family. Her morals didn't allow for premarital sex with boys, let alone girls. Lisa decided she wouldn't mind a piece of that tight ass, either, not that it would ever happen.
School had ended for the day and the gang was all together at The Max. As usual, Jessie, Zack, Slater, and Lisa sat together at one table, with Screech behind Slater and Zack, at another. Kelly had begun her shift as a waitress. Max, the proprietor had come over to the table. Ostensibly, he was there to take their order, but in reality he just wanted to check out the cute girls.
"Hey Max, how's it going," asked Zack.
"Oh, fine, fine," replied a preoccupied Max. Damn, that Jessie is turning into one hot number, he thought. Not to mention Lisa, her tits just kept getting bigger. "So, what do you guys want?"
"Oh, you know - the usual," answered Jessie.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," replied Max. Boy these kids were boring, ordering the same thing every damn day. Still, those girls were hot. "Let's see if I remember right. . ." he began, scratching behind his ear. Suddenly he pulled out an old bill, seemingly from thin air. "Here we are! Five cokes . . . Three fries . . ."
"Wow cool trick," the kids chorused, for some reason impressed. Even though Max did the same stupid magic tricks time and time again, they never failed to amaze the teenagers.
Max, in mid bow, developed a quizzical expression on his face. "Hey, what's that smell?"
Lisa, crinkling her nose in disgust, responded, "ew, I think it's Screech."
Slater sniffed and turned around. "Hey Screech, didn't you take a shower after gym?"
"Oh, I knew I forgot something," Screech whined, pitifully. "I'm sorry guys."
"Well, go sit down wind or something," quipped Lisa.
Screech was saved from further embarrassment by the arrival of Kelly with their order. "Hi guys. Hi Zack," she added. Zack seemed to be avoiding her lately. She wondered if he was mad at her.
"Oh, hi Kelly," Zack replied, unenthusiastically. He was trying to keep his mind off of Kelly. Every time he talked to her, he was plagued with libidinous fantasies. Even now, he couldn't help but imagine running his tongue over Kelly's naked flesh.
Sensing the awkwardness of the moment, Jessie felt she had to break the silence. "You know, I just realized that next week is winter break!"
"Hey, that's right mama," responded an excited Slater. He got even more excited when he saw that Lisa's nipples were hard, beneath her blouse. Slater could swear that he saw Jessie's hand on her thigh, almost at her crotch. Naw, that couldn't be, could it?
Soon the awkwardness was forgotten and everyone was chatting merrily away about their plans for break. All the while, Max was standing near the entrance, staring hungrily at Kelly's ass. By the way he licked his lips, the casual observer would think that he was in need of some lip balm.
Kelly's shift had finally come to an end. She was tired after a long afternoon's work. It was at times like this that she wished her parents were wealthy like those of her friends. Her family wasn't poor, but with 9 children, money was tight. Because of this, Kelly had to help in any way she could. Most of the money from her job went to help the family. It was a good thing she had such generous friends, without them, she would never get to go to any movies or concerts. It was her friends that paid for her to go with them on the trip to Hawaii, last summer. Kelly's reverie was interrupted by a tap on the back. It was Max.
"Boy Kelly, you sure put in a good shift today."
"Thanks, Max," she replied, blushing. He was always so nice to her. He acted almost like he was hitting on her sometimes, but Kelly knew this couldn't be. After all, he was an old man - at least 25. Kelly was too pure of heart to notice the lascivious looks he constantly gave her.
Max was nervous. He had been scheming ever since Kelly started working for him. Hell, he had hired her with the eventual goal of getting into her pants in mind. Now, at long last, he had figured out a way to get her. At least, he thought he had.
"How would you like to see a new magic trick. I've been working on it for months," he asked. Max knew the response. For some reason, these kids couldn't resist his lame tricks.
"Sure Max, that would be great," replied Kelly, her cute face brightening at the thought. Max is such a good magician, he should be on TV, she decided.
Looking around furtively, to make sure no one remained in the restaurant, Max pulled a shiny gold watch from his pant pocket. He had read many books on hypnotism over the years and was convinced it could work. This particular routine had worked so well on his dog that old Presto would do a summersault whenever he said 'pizza.' He hoped it would work on humans. Max began to swing the watch slowly before Kelly's beautiful face. Her eyes widened and began to follow the shiny object's path.
"Kelly, I want you to listen very carefully," he began in a quiet, droning voice. "You are becoming very relaxed. This is the most relaxed you've ever been. Kelly, how do you feel?"
"I . . . feel . . . very . . . relaxed," she answered drowsily.
"You are falling asleep. You are now asleep. Are you asleep, Kelly?"
"Yes . . ."
"Good. Now, you are starting to dream. It's a very pleasant dream. It is also a very sexy dream. Kelly, you are starting to feel very sexy."
"What . . . No . . ." she was starting to blush now. Max could see her nipples harden under her The Max T-shirt.
"Yes, Kelly. You are feeling very sexual. In fact, this is the horniest you've ever been. Am I right Kelly?"
"Yes . . ." her pulse had quickened and she was now licking her lips.
"Kelly, because the dream is so good, you will do anything I tell you. Everything I say is part of the dream. It can't be bad if it's in a dream, now can it?"
"No . . ." she did not look absolutely certain, but Max was sure if he didn't push her too far, she would do whatever he said. He just had to be patient and play his cards right.
"Kelly, take off your T-shirt." Slowly she complied, revealing a firm, tanned stomach and small pert breasts, bound by a white brassiere. "Now, take off your jeans." Again, dreamily, she complied. She was now in her bra and panties and Max paused a minute to savor the picture. He saw her firm, tanned, athletic body in white bra and panties. He gazed with longing at her beautiful face, framed with dark wavy hair.His dick pressed painfully against his pants as he savored her long muscular legs and the dark patch at the crotch of her panties.
"Now, remove your bra." This time, she hesitated longer, but after a few seconds, the brassiere joined her other garments on the floor. When Max saw the puffy brown nipples perched on her perky breasts, he almost lost control, but not quite. "Very good Kelly. Now take off your panties."
Kelly looked uncertain, her arms were frozen in mid-undress, her thumbs already looped in the panties' waistband. Max, realizing her powerful inhibition, acted fast. "Kelly, remember, this is just a dream. It's a good dream. Everything you do in the dream is good." Kelly's frown of uncertainty was replaced with what looked like a wicked grin to Max. Quickly, she shucked her panties and stood, swaying slightly, in front of Max. Max gasped as her tuft was revealed. He couldn't believe he had gotten so far. Well, he thought, time to go for the gold. He knew he didn't dare fuck her, but he figured he'd take what he could. If he were careful, there might be a next time.
"Kelly, get on the table," he said, pointing to a booth. "Now lie down on your back with your feet flat on the table." The hypnotized teenager complied, giving Max a Gynecologist's eye view. Again, he almost came in his pants, but managed to control himself. Quickly, he joined Kelly on the table. For now, the time for talking was through. It was time for actions.
Max wasted no time. He began to kiss Kelly's well-tanned face, relishing her clean taste. Surprisingly, when he reached her lips, she returned his kiss passionately. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Max began to tongue-wrestle the entranced girl. As they kissed, he ran his hand up her flank, stopping when he felt the slight swell of her breast. He began to fondle the small cone, enjoying the soft base with his fingertips and the hard nipple with his thumb. Disengaging his tongue, he kissed his way down her neck and chest until he enclosed the other nipple with his mouth. As he rubbed one nipple with his thumb and chewed gently on the other, Max could feel Kelly shiver beneath him. The musky smell of her arousal spurred him on. Replacing his mouth with his other hand, Max climbed off the table and dragged Kelly to him.
Kelly's legs now dangled over the edge of the table and the crouching Max had his face inches from Nirvana. He inhaled her musky scent as he gazed at the soft pink lips peeking out from thick black pubic hair. Max tore his hands away from the burning nipples and gently spread Kelly's labia. As he brought his face into the landing zone, his nose brushed against her clit and he felt her buck beneath him. A small moan escaped the girl, as well. This moan was repeated again and again as he explored her with his tongue. The moans came faster and louder as Max licked feverishly, doing his best Presto imitation. She tasted even better than he had imagined. As his jaw tired, he concentrated more and more on her engorged clit, causing the girl to buck and moan even more. Suddenly, he felt her thighs clamp around his head as her whole body tensed. Then, with a cry of release, she went completely limp. Slowly, Max withdrew his face, now totally covered in her sticky fluids, from its former prison. He took a big gulp of air and stood up, stretching. Now for the grand finale, he thought.
His hand shaking with expectation, Max unzipped his fly and pushed aside his underwear. Like a shot from a gun, his dick popped out of his pants. With his tool at full attention, Max called to Kelly, "Kelly, come here." Kelly got off the table and walked weak-kneed over to Max. "Kelly, I want you to suck my dick."
"No...I...can't..." Kelly looked flustered.
"Yes, you can, Kelly. In fact, you want to," Max responded, firmly, pointing to his neglected member. "You want to suck my dick."
Again, that wicked grin came to Kelly's face. Slowly, she crouched before Max and took him in hand. Then, without hesitation, she placed him in her mouth. Max groaned at the sensation of her hot, wet mouth engulfing his dick. Hungrily, she began to lick and suck the length of his hardon. Her tongue explored every fraction of its surface. With her hands, Kelly reached behind Max and began to knead his butt cheeks.
Max was loving every second of it. Kelly showed her inexperience with her technique, but it mattered little to Max. He hadn't expected any expertise, anyway. Besides, the erotic look of her innocent face sucking his dick was worth more than any trained tongue. Because he was so turned on, it didn't take long for Max to feel the mounting tension of an imminent cum. "Good job, Kelly, very good," he encouraged. Then, without warning, he came. Max expected Kelly to pull away after the first spurt. Instead, she tightened her grip on his ass and pulled him to her, lustfully devouring his semen. "Fuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!!" Max exclaimed as he came. When he had finished, Kelly eagerly washed his shrinking tool with her tongue. She seemed almost sad to see it go. Now there's a natural, thought Max.
His fly once more zipped, Max felt the satisfaction of a job well done. He decided that to be safe, he'd wait a while before trying anything else. Right after Christmas break seemed perfect. "Kelly," he said, lovingly, "get dressed." Still entranced, she complied without a word. "Now, Kelly, when I snap my fingers, you will forget everything that happened. All that you will remember is that you and I had a nice talk about nothing in particular. Ok? Good." With that, he snapped his fingers.
As Kelly was walking home, she turned to see Max waving goodbye from The Max's doorway. Smiling, she returned his wave. His face sure looks shiny, for some reason, she thought, as she continued to walk home. Glancing at her watch, she realized that she and Max must have talked for longer than she thought. With that, she decided to hurry home. As she began to jog, she had no idea that a smiling Max was watching her ass quickly disappear.
PART 2
Samuel "Screech" Powers sat on his bed, masturbating furiously. He was still hot from the afternoon's locker-room escapades. As he stroked his huge member, Screech recalled his old girlfriend, Violet Bickerstaff. She hadn't been much to look at, but man did she give good head. Although she had made him swear never to talk about it, he and Violet had sex at least once a day for the entire time they went out. Unfortunately for Screech, her family had moved to Beverly Hills at the end of last year, taking his only source of poontang with them. At least he had his memories. With that thought, he let loose with a torrent of cum, which he deftly caught in a beaker - it would come in useful for his current experiment.
As Screech got up and redid his pants, he couldn't help but chuckle. Despite being the designated nerd in the most popular clique at Bayside, Screech was the only one who wasn't still a virgin. It was that knowledge which allowed him to keep his promise to Violet. Anyway, Screech's past experience made it all the harder for him to survive the current drought. He knew all too well that there was more to life than masturbation. For the time being, masturbation would have to suffice. However, if Screech's plan worked, it would not have to suffice for long. Soon, he thought, his beloved Lisa would be satisfying his every need.
Screech left his room and descended the stairs to the basement. He still carried his freshly obtained ingredients. He had long ago transformed the basement into a sophisticated laboratory. No one disturbed him as he had no siblings and his parents could care less what he did, as long as he didn't bother them. Screech moved directly to a chemistry setup that looked like something out of an old monster movie.
He placed the beaker under a very convoluted tube that was connected to several flasks of strangely colored liquids. Turning a valve, he watched as fluid flowed through the tube, mixing as it went, and began to flow into the beaker. Once he had a few hundred milliliters of fluid in the beaker, Screech closed the valve. He looked at the beaker; it was half-filled with a muddy-colored, soupy liquid. Screech took this mix and placed it over a Bunsen burner, which he immediately lit. Swirling it gently, Screech let the mixture cook for several minutes. He removed it from the flame and gazed at it appraisingly. His beaker was now about a third filled with bright green, translucent fluid. Screech guessed that it would glow in the dark, but he decided that wasn't worth testing. Cautiously, he sniffed the fluid. It was almost odorless, with a slight hint of ammonia.
Now, Screech thought, time for the real test. Grimly, he took an eyedropper and filled it with the fluid. He then advanced to the corner of the basement. Here was a table with a cage housing two docile-looking white mice. One was male, the other female. Their names were Mickey and Minnie. Reaching into the cage, Screech grabbed Minnie and gently lifted her out.
"Don't worry, Minnie, this won't hurt...I hope," he squeaked.With that, he put the eyedropper in the rodent's mouth and squirted a few drops into her. Then, he returned Minnie to her cage and closed it. Nothing happened for a few minutes, then, without warning, Minnie rammed into Mickey. Mickey, surprised by this assault, made to flee, but Minnie backed him into a corner and continued to ram him with her rear. Eventually, Minnie's intent dawned on Mickey. He quickly mounted her and began thrusting. As they fucked, both mice squeaked joyfully. Watching this spectacle, Screech smiled happily. His experiment was a complete success!
Kelly, Jessie, and Lisa were all in Lisa's room. It was Sunday afternoon, and the coming week was the last before winter vacation. Unfortunately, that meant that every teacher would be trying to get in the last test of the marking period. So, the three girls were hard at work studying. At least, that's what they were supposed to be doing. Instead, they were hard at work gossiping.
"I hear Zack and what's-her-name just broke up," mentioned Jessie.
"Laura?" suggested Lisa.
"Yeah, I think that was it. Isn't that the third one this month?" answered a grinning Jessie. "Hey Kelly, you've been quite quiet. Is something the matter?"
Kelly hadn't been at all thrilled when the conversation shifted to the topic of her promiscuous ex-boyfriend. She wasn't completely sure that she was over him, but, if his dating was any indication, he was well over her. He even seemed to be avoiding her lately. "Do you think Zack is mad at me, guys?"
"Why would you think that?" asked Lisa.
"Well, he seems to be avoiding me lately. He won't even look at me when I take his order at The Max."
Jessie broke in with, "I think he's just mad because he's not getting any."
Kelly and Lisa were stunned by this outburst. "What?"
Unnoticed by the other two, Jessie had moved to a position directly behind Kelly, on Lisa's bed. "You know what boys are like. All they care about is sex, and I know for a fact that Zack hasn't been getting any. That's why he goes through girls quicker than hair gel, he's looking for someone who will put out."
"Zack isn't like that," argued Kelly.
"Oh really?" asked Lisa, eyebrows raised. "Didn't he ever try and do anything with you?"
"Yeah," added Jessie, "did he ever cop a feel?" As she made her query, the taller girl reached around and cupped Kelly's firm breasts through her t-shirt, giving a slight squeeze for punctuation.
"Uh-huh," murmured Kelly, dazed by her friend's actions.
The smiling Jessie was emboldened by the lack of resistance she had thus far encountered. "Did you go further?" she asked, tugging Kelly's top over her head and removing it completely. Kelly put up no struggle, only nodding the affirmative to the question. "Did he ever see you without this?" Jessie continued, removing the dazed girl's bra. This time, the answer was negative. "That's too bad," Jessie responded, caressing Kelly's pert breasts. Out of questions for the moment, Jessie began to nibble on the topless girl's ear, as she continued her manipulation of the sensitive breasts that barely filled her hands.
With this added stimulation, something snapped in Kelly's mind. A barrier, so carefully erected by society and her upbringing, collapsed with a roaring in her ears. No longer content with being a passive participant, she turned around, twisting out of Jessie's grip. Now, she began an assault of her own on the taller girl. Grasping the men's shirt that Jessie habitually wore, with both hands, she tore it open with much popping of buttons. At the same time, she lunged forward into a passionate kiss. Instantly the two girls were engaged in a tongue wrestling competition worthy of being a medal event at the Olympics.
Before she knew what was happening, Jessie found herself naked and completely in the just as naked Kelly's power. Kelly was making up for her inexperience with sheer exuberance. To her surprise, Jessie reached orgasm merely from the passionate kissing and Kelly's stimulation of her breasts. For some reason, Kelly had thus far steered clear of her pussy. Well, she thought, bucking under the smaller girl as she came, she would change that. The best strategy, to her analytic mind, was to lead by example. Flipping Kelly off of her and higher up the bed, she began an assault of her own on the dark-haired girl's pussy.
After a few minutes' work, Jessie was satisfied that she had Kelly well on the way to orgasm. Pausing her labors, she looked up from the soaked pussy before her to find Lisa enjoying the scene immensely as she masturbated in a nearby chair. "Stop fucking yourself and get over here," Jessie ordered. Now I can finally try some really advanced positions, she thought. In a matter of seconds, Lisa's bed was awash with three moaning, writhing, naked girls. In a brief moment of coherence, Kelly realized that both Lisa and Jessie had shaved pubes. With a sigh of relief, she plunged back into the fray, determined to redouble her efforts.
Zack, Slater, and Screech were all assembled in Screech's bedroom. The astute observer would notice a vial of glowing green fluid and a cage containing two exhausted white mice resting on his desk.
"So, what's this all about?" asked Zack, impatient with what he feared would be more of Screech's usual dorkiness.
Zack and Slater were quite surprised by the nerd's response. In a voice unusually deep and even, Screech simply said, "sex."She came with a scream of pure ecstasy, and Slater followed mere seconds later, bellowing as he filled her with his hot cum.
Jessie lay on her belly, a contented look on her face. This expression was replaced with one of lust as she asked a question. "Slater, would you fuck me up the ass?"
"Uh, I don't know..." he stammered.
"I thought you were a real man," Jessie mock pouted.
This taunt was all the encouragement Slater needed. Grabbing a cheek in each hand, he spread her firm ass, exposing his brown and puckered target. He decided to apply the necessary lubrication the old-fashioned way, with his tongue. Jessie moaned in delight as Slater probed her sensitive asshole with his tongue. As her excitement mounted, Jessie rocked back and forth, rubbing her nipples against the fabric of the bed spread. At the same time, she was busy finger-fucking herself. Knowing that she couldn't hold out much longer, she made Slater aware of her need. With slow and deliberate pressure, he entered her anus with his swollen member. It was so tight he knew he could only hold out for a few thrusts, but by her moaning, he would be surprised if Jessie would wait even that long. His guess was confirmed as he felt her spasm around him after the first thrust. He continued pumping, achieving his own orgasm as she reached the height of her climax.
Zack and Kelly were in Zack's bedroom. Zack was good at reading people. By the expression on Kelly's face and their current location, he knew he was about to score. Still, he had to play it cool or risk blowing the whole thing. "So what did you want to talk about, Kelly?"
"Zack, do you still like me?"
"Sure I do."
"Well, then come over here and prove it."
Zack took a moment to look at Kelly, a vision of beauty as she sat on the edge of his bed, her lips pursed and eyes wide with anticipation. For a second, he considered rejecting her, to get revenge for the pain their breakup had caused him. One look in her eyes, however, was enough to convince him of the proper course of action. Without a word, he swept her into a passionate embrace, kissing her hotly. Slowly, tenderly, they undressed each other until they stood naked before each other.
"Kelly, you're beautiful."
"So are you, Zack."
Zack never could resist a compliment, so he resumed his kissing, now exploring Kelly's athletic body with his hands. Gently, he pushed her onto the bed, dropping down to kiss her other lips, his hands lingering on her breasts. For a second, Kelly felt a flash of déjà vu, but quickly lost herself in what she was currently feeling.
"Zack, I'm ready."
By the dampness of his face, Zack knew Kelly was indeed physically ready for him. Still, he hesitated before entering her. "Kelly, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Oh yes, please Zack... fuck me," she begged, overcome with passion.
Zack needed no further encouragement. He began a steady rhythm, at the same time kissing Kelly and fondling her breasts. Zack was enjoying his first fuck immensely, as was Kelly. As they achieved simultaneous orgasm, Zack knew he had found the girl he was going to marry.
From her vantage on the couch, Lisa could hear the sounds of passion above. It made her horny and angry at the same time. Turning to Screech, she fixed him with an angry stare. "Screech, do you know why I'm not getting my brains fucked out, right now?" She didn't give him time to respond, "It's because of you! It's all your fault that I can't find a man. You won't let anyone get near me."
"Gee, I'm sorry, Lisa," responded Screech, "but I think I can make it up to you." With that, he stood up.
Lisa was shocked by his calm response. "How?"
Screech's only answer was to unzip his pants and let loose his massive trouser snake. Looking at the huge organ, now inches from her face, Lisa felt an emotion for Screech she never would have thought she could feel - lust. Lisa leapt at the object of her desire, knocking Screech back onto the couch. She was trying to get as much of it in her mouth as possible. This was Lisa's first blowjob, what a way to start!
"Lisa, slow down, you might hurt yourself!"
"Mphft... rugh... umphf!"
Lisa turned out to be quite adept in her quick mastery of deep throat. As she worked Screech to an orgasm that left her face and hair covered in cum, Lisa felt herself getting more aroused than she had ever been before. Looking at the organ which was rapidly diminishing to more mundane proportions, Lisa felt a pang of sadness. She had to feel that thing inside her! "Samuel, how long will it take for that thing to recover?"
"Not long at all if you allow me to feast upon your beauty, Lisa my sweet."
Taking her cue, Lisa undressed for the nerd whose dick she so desperately needed. As she removed her bra, she took a moment to massage her swollen nipples. She lingered even longer on her pussy, as her panties were thrown in Screech's face. Seeing that her curvaceous body had had the desired effect, Lisa wasted no time in climbing aboard the Powers' express.
As Lisa slowly lowered herself onto his member, Screech was overcome with joy. At long last, she was his. Seizing the opportunity, as it were, he cupped the breasts he had so long desired in his hands. As Lisa began the lengthy journey up and down his shaft, Screech was hit by a stunning realization. Before he came over, he had forgotten to add the love potion to the lime Cool Aid they were going to serve to the girls...
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35,475 | PJ | Diablo: Zara's Quest | Zara walked softly through the pitch-black passageway, the glow of her Falchion of Radiance lighting her way. The rogue opened her mind to the Sight, seeking any evil creatures that might be lying in wait to ambush her again. Zara had been descending deeper into the catacombs for hours, fighting the occasional skeleton or zombie, but finding no sign of where the undead had taken her companion Isolde. Unable to find the mage girl, Zara reasoned that the Master was her most likely captor, and that he would reside deeper within the corrupt catacombs of the monastery.
Zara reached an intersection, with branching passages going right, left, and straight ahead. With the Sight offering no guidance, Zara guessed and walked left. The slim girl advanced down the new hallway until she reached an open chamber with a pedestal as its only ornamentation. Zara walked up to the pedestal, discovering that a single book lay upon its surface. The book was bound with red hide and had golden script written on the cover and the spine. Zara examined the book and pedestal with her Sight until she was sure there were no hidden traps. She gently picked up the book with both hands, reading the object's title, "The Book of Blood". Zara opened the book, but could not decipher any of the mystical text. She knew it was mage script, since she had seen similar writing in many of Adria's spell books, but she could not comprehend whatever magic lay in this volume. As Zara placed the Book of Blood in her pack for later study, a secret door slid open in the wall facing her. A huge humanoid-shaped monster with dull grey skin and a single jutting horn on his forehead roared in challenge, his large feet shaking the stone floor of the room as he entered.
"Shit!" swore Zara, reaching for her Hunter's Bow. As Zara backed away towards the room's exit, the Horned Demon charged forward, shattering the book's pedestal to dust as he advanced. Zara drew back her bow's string, launching several arrows into the demon's chest. The Horned Demon bellowed with pain, but did not slow down as he pounded towards Zara. Zara fled out of the room and into the wide hallway, firing arrows occasionally as she retreated. The shafts smacked into the Horned Demon's tough hide, releasing gouts of black blood into the air. The demon grunted with each impact, walking implacably after the rogue girl. Crouching low to the dust-laden floor, the Horned Demon charged, roaring so loud Zara's ears ached. The rogue shouldered her bow before aiming her right hand at the monster and casting Firebolt. The sizzling projectile splashed against the demon's arrow-pitted chest, searing his hide. The Horned Demon groaned, stumbling slightly while he continued to charge. Zara hastily cast another Firebolt before unslinging her bow and resuming her arrow barrage. The flaming missile smacked into the first spell wound, burning even deeper into the demon's chest. Three arrows followed the spell, feathering the hideous wound smoking in the demon's torso. The Horned Demon's charge slowed to a stop, he rasped for breath, his body trembling until it finally collapsed and failed on the hallway floor.
Zara exhaled loudly, wiping perspiration from her pale brow. She carefully walked around the dead monster, re-entering the book chamber. She kept an arrow ready in her weapon as she peeked into the secret door, checking for more monsters before entering. Detecting no signs of immediate danger, Zara entered the hidden room, finding a second pedestal and a glowing red gem on the floor beside it. Drawing close to the pedestal, Zara saw that it was really a small altar, with three indentations for gem-sized objects. Zara picked up the glowing ruby, compared it to one of the spaces, then tentatively placed the gem inside it. A grinding sound alerted Zara as a secret door opened in the right-hand wall. Several Horned Demons growled loudly, shouldering against each other in their eagerness to attack. Zara raised her right arm, chanting Charged Bolt smoothly. Lightning shot from her hand to the secret door opening, lashing out at the clustered demons. The Horned Demons screamed as the lightning nibbled at their hides, leaving painful burns on their flesh. Zara cast another Charged Bolt, filling the crowded wall opening with more flashing electricity. The rogue girl summoned bolt after bolt until all of the Horned Demons were dead and most of her mana had been expended. She leaned against the altar, her legs quivering with exhaustion. Zara fumbled inside her pack, grasping a crystal vial filled with blue liquid. She popped the wax seal and sucked down the bitter elixir. Fresh magic burned in Zara's body, restoring her mana levels.
Zara dragged the smoking bodies out of the doorway so she could wriggle through to the room beyond. The chamber was empty except for another glowing red gem that rested in a far corner. Zara took the gem, returning to the altar room and placing it in the second space carved into the altar's surface. The wall to the left shook as a panel opened within it. Two Horned Demons roared as they marched towards Zara. The rogue picked up her idle falchion, rushing forward to impale the lead demon in the stomach. Hot black blood gushed over Zara's arm as she rammed her weapon again and again into the lumbering monster's belly. The Horned Demon swiped weakly at Zara before he fell limply to the floor. The second demon kicked his comrade aside, slashing at Zara with a huge grey claw. Razor-sharp nails sliced across Zara's chest, leaving four rents in her leather armor. Zara stumbled back from the force of the blow, then slashed up with her sword. She cut deep into the demon's left wrist, making him grunt in pain. The demon swung down with his right fist, smashing a deep hole in the floor while Zara agilely leapt away from the attack. Zara lunged forward in a crouch, sticking the demon in the left leg with her blade. The Horned Demon swiped at Zara again, missing his target. Roaring with frustration, the demon lowered his head and charged at the slim young woman. Zara dodged aside too slowly, she grunted as the Horned Demon crashed into her body and propelled her against the far wall. Zara smacked loudly into the unforgiving stone, she heard several ribs snap inside her from the force of the charge. Held up against the wall by the Horned Demon's enormous body, Zara raised her falchion with both hands and plunged it into the monster's thick, vulnerable neck. The demon shuddered from the blow, placing his hands on the wall for support while Zara stabbed him over and over. Coughing up blood, the Horned Demon fell away from the wall and Zara, flopping bonelessly to the floor.
Zara fell to the floor in a heap, her sides burning with agony. She wiped saliva from her mouth, every breath sending fresh stabs of pain through her body. Zara used all of her mana to heal herself, the magic re-knitting her broken ribs. She staggered to her feet, using the wall for support, her body still weak and drained from spell casting. Zara searched the Horned Demons' lair, finding a third blood stone inside. Carefully, Zara placed the third stone in its receptacle, her glowing falchion held ready when another secret door opened in the wall facing her. No Horned Demons charged forward, to the great relief of the rogue girl. Zara slowly entered the dark chamber beyond the open portal, gasping in surprise when she beheld a suit of gleaming golden splint mail resting on a wooden upright frame. Enchanted runes adorned the armor's arm braces and ankle guards. Powerful magic resonated from the suit when Zara used her Sight to examine it. Zara ran her hand over the cool steel of the armor, excited by the power burning within it. Checking to see that no monsters approached from the entryway, Zara stripped off her leather armor and weapons until she stood only in her white panties. She carefully clasped the golden splint mail over her white flesh, encasing her sensuous form in the protective metal. The enchanted suit altered itself to hug close to her body, it molded to conform with her feminine curves. The armor was light, Zara could move as easily as if she was still wearing her leather gear. She re-belted her sword, then shouldered her pack and bow. Zara was adjusting her ponytail of hair when a flaming arrow smashed into her armored chest and knocked her off her feet.
Two skeletons roughly lowered the naked girl from the metal cross, her bare skin wrinkled tightly over her bones, blue with the tint of death."She had a sweet pussy," mourned Leoric, watching from his throne as the skeletons carried the limp body away to be devoured by his undead minions. Isolde sat next to the undead king's left leg, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, her bare skin white and luminescent in the bleak darkness. Leoric fondled her thick black hair, petting her like a prized hound. A barely clothed zombie male shambled into the crypt, halting before Leoric and performing a parody of a bow.
"Blackash..sent," drooled the zombie, his eyes glazed and staring. "Girl found Book of Blood..unlocked Armor of Valor."
"No, it cannot be!" snarled Leoric, yanking painfully on Isolde's hair, making her whimper softly. "What is Blackash doing?"
"Attacking her,..as you said," gibbered the zombie.
"Go to Bilefroth's slave pit, bring him to me at once!" shouted Leoric, trembling with rage and fingering the rune-laden iron crown resting on his deathly grey brow.
"Master," hissed the zombie, bowing deeply again before shuffling out of the crypt.
"The bitch is too close, too close," muttered Leoric, nibbling the flesh off of a finger on his right hand.
"Fuck me, Master! Please!" begged Isolde, reaching out to fondle his crotch while her left hand strayed to her burning cunt.
"Not now, whore!" spat Leoric, slapping Isolde away.
Isolde sat up again, rubbing her bruised right cheek tenderly. She smiled wantonly, licking her lips.
"Thank you, Master. That felt good," purred the naked girl.
"Did it? Would you like more?" rumbled Leoric, uncoiling a whip from his belt, snapping it with a flick of his wrist.
"Yes, Master! Please, hurt me," moaned Isolde, looking up at the king with slavish adoration, her left hand rubbing her wet pussy desperately.
"As you wish," smiled Leoric, his sunken eyes smoldering with lust as he raised the whip's handle and lashed Isolde's bare back. The naked girl shuddered with ecstasy when the leather licked across her warm skin. Leoric snapped the whip again, creating a long, angry welt across Isolde's spine. Isolde moved to rest on her hands and knees, presenting her small, firm ass to her lord. Leoric licked his dry lips, baring sharp yellow fangs while he cracked the whip over his ensorcelled slave. Isolde moaned with each new bruise, she wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with excitement as her flesh trembled from the whip's cruel kisses. Isolde's buttocks and back were cris-crossed with throbbing red welts.
"Bind her over my tomb," ordered Leoric, dangling his whip along the dust-draped floor.
Two stationary skeletons emerged from their posts along a wall, taking the prone, moaning girl and dragging her to the undead king's resting place. The skeletons pressed Isolde against the lid of the tomb, arching her back until she almost lay atop the cold stone sarcophagus. One skeleton grabbed Isolde's wrists and bound them together with black leather cord while the other placed a gag inside the naked girl's slack mouth. Leoric positioned himself in front of Isolde, admiring her pumping tits and quivering wet cunt. The undead king swung his whip forward, bruising Isolde's left breast. The young girl groaned in her gag, her pussy releasing a fresh flood of thick honey. Leoric hurried to his knees, lapping up the trembling girl's cum. He shoved his face into Isolde's pussy, sucking her juices as they flowed out of her hot vagina. Isolde closed her eyes in bliss, she thrust out her hips, rubbing her crotch against Leoric's rotting face. She held her arms limply over her head, enjoying the feel of the leather bonds as they pressed against her slim wrists.
"Your pussy is so good," murmured Leoric, slowly licking up her slit with his long, slimy tongue. He licked Isolde's inner thighs, savoring the taste of her warm skin. Discarding the whip, Leoric kicked Isolde's legs apart, undid his breeches, and slammed his hardened cock into the bound girl's cunt. Isolde moaned deeply into her gag, her vagina clamping tightly around her undead lover's shaft. Leoric grappled with Isolde's young breasts, pressing against them as he thrust into her hot tight hole. The king tore away Isolde's gag, leaning down to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Isolde groaned, caressing Leoric's decayed tongue with her own living one. Leoric explored Isolde's throat, his lips devouring hers.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" begged Isolde, pumping her hips in time with Leoric's, shoving her pussy against the king's impaling spear. Leoric filled his hands with Isolde's rich black hair, licking her quivering neck, tasting the sweet life that coursed through her blood. Leoric pressed his body over Isolde's, he held onto her bound wrists with his hands as he thrust with all his undead strength into the yielding girl's cunt. The king felt Isolde's hot breath on his cheek as she orgasmed, her vagina squeezing his member while a stream of honey poured from her womb onto his crotch. Leoric grabbed his chalice, gathering her pussy juices before mixing it with his own cream. He gave the cup to Isolde, watching her greedily drink the heady potion, binding her to him for another day. When Isolde had finished the musky brew, Leoric retrieved his chalice, pushing off of the girl's firm body.
"Put her on the cross," ordered Leoric, returning to his throne and sitting down heavily.
The two skeleton servants took Isolde's limp arms and carried her naked body to the metal cross vacated by the recently deceased female prisoner. The skeletons pushed Isolde up against the cross, quickly closing metal restraints over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. Isolde moaned softly, her head dangling forward on her heaving chest, her long black hair falling over her face like a funeral veil. Leoric admired Isolde's naked form hanging from the cold iron cross, his lips still sticky with drops of her cum.
"Blackash must slay the rogue," whispered Leoric.
Zara hid behind the wooden frame that had once held the Armor of Valor. She yanked the smoldering arrow from her chest as two more burning shafts smacked into the frame's surface. The rogue girl glanced around the frame, spotting a single skeleton that burned like an oil-drenched torch. The skeleton raised an iron bow adorned with several red-glowing runes. He drew back his bowstring, which ignited the arrow nocked within it. The skeleton fired the arrow, missing Zara's right cheek by a hair width. Zara ducked back behind the frame, preparing her own Hunter's bow for firing.
Blackash lowered himself to a crouch, an arrow flaming in his bow, as he silently moved right to get a clear shot at Zara. When the rogue girl dived away from the frame, Blackash fired, scoring a hit on Zara's left thigh. Zara grunted from the hit, firing her own arrow at skeleton. The projectile smashed one of Blackash's left ribs but did no appreciable damage. Blackash fired several more arrows in quick succession, hitting Zara's back and upper left thigh. The arrows snapped against Zara's enchanted armor, but the impacts did slow the girl down. Zara launched a stream of arrows, smashing more of Blackash's ribs and chipping away at his flaming arms. As the skeleton staggered backwards, Zara dropped her bow and drew her falchion, sprinting towards the reeling undead. Blackash fired his bow, sending two smoking arrows deep into Zara's belly. Zara groaned, but maintained her charge, raising her sword at Blackash. Before the skeleton could loose another shaft, Zara hacked down with her falchion, severing her foe's right arm. The enchanted bow fell to the floor with a clatter as Zara smashed the skeleton into a pile of flickering debris.
Zara tore the arrows out of her stomach, groaning loudly with pain as her blood poured over her golden armor. She pressed her left hand over her wounds, maintaining pressure while she tore a bandage from her pack. Wrapping the thick cloth around her lower torso, Zara retrieved her bow, gathered Blackash's weapon, then took a scroll of Town Portal from her pack. She recited the spell, barely waiting for the magical gateway to open before she plunged inside.
"You called, Leoric?" growled the massive Overlord named Bilefroth.
"Yes, we have a problem," replied the undead king, draped in the darkness surrounding his throne.
"It had better be important, I was breaking in two new slaves," purred the demon, tugging on two chains in his right claw that led to choke collars fastened around the necks of two young beautiful naked girls.
"Your toys can wait. You must kill a rogue known as Zara before our Dark Lord finds out about her," spat Leoric, "or else both of our lives are forfeit!" | null | Chapter 7 | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year1998/13938.txt |
36,308 | PJ | Diablo: Zara's Quest | Zara walked softly through the pitch-black passageway, the glow of her Falchion of Radiance lighting her way. The rogue opened her mind to the Sight, seeking any evil creatures that might be lying in wait to ambush her again. Zara had been descending deeper into the catacombs for hours, fighting the occasional skeleton or zombie, but finding no sign of where the undead had taken her companion Isolde. Unable to find the mage girl, Zara reasoned that the Master was her most likely captor, and that he would reside deeper within the corrupt catacombs of the monastery.
Zara reached an intersection, with branching passages going right, left, and straight ahead. With the Sight offering no guidance, Zara guessed and walked left. The slim girl advanced down the new hallway until she reached an open chamber with a pedestal as its only ornamentation. Zara walked up to the pedestal, discovering that a single book lay upon its surface. The book was bound with red hide and had golden script written on the cover and the spine. Zara examined the book and pedestal with her Sight until she was sure there were no hidden traps. She gently picked up the book with both hands, reading the object's title, "The Book of Blood". Zara opened the book, but could not decipher any of the mystical text. She knew it was mage script, since she had seen similar writing in many of Adria's spell books, but she could not comprehend whatever magic lay in this volume. As Zara placed the Book of Blood in her pack for later study, a secret door slid open in the wall facing her. A huge humanoid-shaped monster with dull grey skin and a single jutting horn on his forehead roared in challenge, his large feet shaking the stone floor of the room as he entered.
"Shit!" swore Zara, reaching for her Hunter's Bow. As Zara backed away towards the room's exit, the Horned Demon charged forward, shattering the book's pedestal to dust as he advanced. Zara drew back her bow's string, launching several arrows into the demon's chest. The Horned Demon bellowed with pain, but did not slow down as he pounded towards Zara. Zara fled out of the room and into the wide hallway, firing arrows occasionally as she retreated. The shafts smacked into the Horned Demon's tough hide, releasing gouts of black blood into the air. The demon grunted with each impact, walking implacably after the rogue girl. Crouching low to the dust-laden floor, the Horned Demon charged, roaring so loud Zara's ears ached. The rogue shouldered her bow before aiming her right hand at the monster and casting Firebolt. The sizzling projectile splashed against the demon's arrow-pitted chest, searing his hide. The Horned Demon groaned, stumbling slightly while he continued to charge. Zara hastily cast another Firebolt before unslinging her bow and resuming her arrow barrage. The flaming missile smacked into the first spell wound, burning even deeper into the demon's chest. Three arrows followed the spell, feathering the hideous wound smoking in the demon's torso. The Horned Demon's charge slowed to a stop, he rasped for breath, his body trembling until it finally collapsed and failed on the hallway floor.
Zara exhaled loudly, wiping perspiration from her pale brow. She carefully walked around the dead monster, re-entering the book chamber. She kept an arrow ready in her weapon as she peeked into the secret door, checking for more monsters before entering. Detecting no signs of immediate danger, Zara entered the hidden room, finding a second pedestal and a glowing red gem on the floor beside it. Drawing close to the pedestal, Zara saw that it was really a small altar, with three indentations for gem-sized objects. Zara picked up the glowing ruby, compared it to one of the spaces, then tentatively placed the gem inside it. A grinding sound alerted Zara as a secret door opened in the right-hand wall. Several Horned Demons growled loudly, shouldering against each other in their eagerness to attack. Zara raised her right arm, chanting Charged Bolt smoothly. Lightning shot from her hand to the secret door opening, lashing out at the clustered demons. The Horned Demons screamed as the lightning nibbled at their hides, leaving painful burns on their flesh. Zara cast another Charged Bolt, filling the crowded wall opening with more flashing electricity. The rogue girl summoned bolt after bolt until all of the Horned Demons were dead and most of her mana had been expended. She leaned against the altar, her legs quivering with exhaustion. Zara fumbled inside her pack, grasping a crystal vial filled with blue liquid. She popped the wax seal and sucked down the bitter elixir. Fresh magic burned in Zara's body, restoring her mana levels.
Zara dragged the smoking bodies out of the doorway so she could wriggle through to the room beyond. The chamber was empty except for another glowing red gem that rested in a far corner. Zara took the gem, returning to the altar room and placing it in the second space carved into the altar's surface. The wall to the left shook as a panel opened within it. Two Horned Demons roared as they marched towards Zara. The rogue picked up her idle falchion, rushing forward to impale the lead demon in the stomach. Hot black blood gushed over Zara's arm as she rammed her weapon again and again into the lumbering monster's belly. The Horned Demon swiped weakly at Zara before he fell limply to the floor. The second demon kicked his comrade aside, slashing at Zara with a huge grey claw. Razor-sharp nails sliced across Zara's chest, leaving four rents in her leather armor. Zara stumbled back from the force of the blow, then slashed up with her sword. She cut deep into the demon's left wrist, making him grunt in pain. The demon swung down with his right fist, smashing a deep hole in the floor while Zara agilely leapt away from the attack. Zara lunged forward in a crouch, sticking the demon in the left leg with her blade. The Horned Demon swiped at Zara again, missing his target. Roaring with frustration, the demon lowered his head and charged at the slim young woman. Zara dodged aside too slowly, she grunted as the Horned Demon crashed into her body and propelled her against the far wall. Zara smacked loudly into the unforgiving stone, she heard several ribs snap inside her from the force of the charge. Held up against the wall by the Horned Demon's enormous body, Zara raised her falchion with both hands and plunged it into the monster's thick, vulnerable neck. The demon shuddered from the blow, placing his hands on the wall for support while Zara stabbed him over and over. Coughing up blood, the Horned Demon fell away from the wall and Zara, flopping bonelessly to the floor.
Zara fell to the floor in a heap, her sides burning with agony. She wiped saliva from her mouth, every breath sending fresh stabs of pain through her body. Zara used all of her mana to heal herself, the magic re-knitting her broken ribs. She staggered to her feet, using the wall for support, her body still weak and drained from spell casting. Zara searched the Horned Demons' lair, finding a third blood stone inside. Carefully, Zara placed the third stone in its receptacle, her glowing falchion held ready when another secret door opened in the wall facing her. No Horned Demons charged forward, to the great relief of the rogue girl. Zara slowly entered the dark chamber beyond the open portal, gasping in surprise when she beheld a suit of gleaming golden splint mail resting on a wooden upright frame. Enchanted runes adorned the armor's arm braces and ankle guards. Powerful magic resonated from the suit when Zara used her Sight to examine it. Zara ran her hand over the cool steel of the armor, excited by the power burning within it. Checking to see that no monsters approached from the entryway, Zara stripped off her leather armor and weapons until she stood only in her white panties. She carefully clasped the golden splint mail over her white flesh, encasing her sensuous form in the protective metal. The enchanted suit altered itself to hug close to her body, it molded to conform with her feminine curves. The armor was light, Zara could move as easily as if she was still wearing her leather gear. She re-belted her sword, then shouldered her pack and bow. Zara was adjusting her ponytail of hair when a flaming arrow smashed into her armored chest and knocked her off her feet.
Two skeletons roughly lowered the naked girl from the metal cross, her bare skin wrinkled tightly over her bones, blue with the tint of death."She had a sweet pussy," mourned Leoric, watching from his throne as the skeletons carried the limp body away to be devoured by his undead minions. Isolde sat next to the undead king's left leg, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, her bare skin white and luminescent in the bleak darkness. Leoric fondled her thick black hair, petting her like a prized hound. A barely clothed zombie male shambled into the crypt, halting before Leoric and performing a parody of a bow.
"Blackash...sent," drooled the zombie, his eyes glazed and staring. "Girl found Book of Blood...unlocked Armor of Valor."
"No, it cannot be!" snarled Leoric, yanking painfully on Isolde's hair, making her whimper softly. "What is Blackash doing?"
"Attacking her...as you said," gibbered the zombie.
"Go to Bilefroth's slave pit, bring him to me at once!" shouted Leoric, trembling with rage and fingering the rune-laden iron crown resting on his deathly grey brow.
"Master," hissed the zombie, bowing deeply again before shuffling out of the crypt.
"The bitch is too close, too close," muttered Leoric, nibbling the flesh off of a finger on his right hand.
"Fuck me, Master! Please!" begged Isolde, reaching out to fondle his crotch while her left hand strayed to her burning cunt.
"Not now, whore!" spat Leoric, slapping Isolde away.
Isolde sat up again, rubbing her bruised right cheek tenderly. She smiled wantonly, licking her lips.
"Thank you, Master. That felt good," purred the naked girl.
"Did it? Would you like more?" rumbled Leoric, uncoiling a whip from his belt, snapping it with a flick of his wrist.
"Yes, Master! Please, hurt me," moaned Isolde, looking up at the king with slavish adoration, her left hand rubbing her wet pussy desperately.
"As you wish," smiled Leoric, his sunken eyes smoldering with lust as he raised the whip's handle and lashed Isolde's bare back. The naked girl shuddered with ecstasy when the leather licked across her warm skin. Leoric snapped the whip again, creating a long, angry welt across Isolde's spine. Isolde moved to rest on her hands and knees, presenting her small, firm ass to her lord. Leoric licked his dry lips, baring sharp yellow fangs while he cracked the whip over his ensorcelled slave. Isolde moaned with each new bruise, she wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with excitement as her flesh trembled from the whip's cruel kisses. Isolde's buttocks and back were cris-crossed with throbbing red welts.
"Bind her over my tomb," ordered Leoric, dangling his whip along the dust-draped floor.
Two stationary skeletons emerged from their posts along a wall, taking the prone, moaning girl and dragging her to the undead king's resting place. The skeletons pressed Isolde against the lid of the tomb, arching her back until she almost lay atop the cold stone sarcophagus. One skeleton grabbed Isolde's wrists and bound them together with black leather cord while the other placed a gag inside the naked girl's slack mouth. Leoric positioned himself in front of Isolde, admiring her pumping tits and quivering wet cunt. The undead king swung his whip forward, bruising Isolde's left breast. The young girl groaned in her gag, her pussy releasing a fresh flood of thick honey. Leoric hurried to his knees, lapping up the trembling girl's cum. He shoved his face into Isolde's pussy, sucking her juices as they flowed out of her hot vagina. Isolde closed her eyes in bliss, she thrust out her hips, rubbing her crotch against Leoric's rotting face. She held her arms limply over her head, enjoying the feel of the leather bonds as they pressed against her slim wrists.
"Your pussy is so good," murmured Leoric, slowly licking up her slit with his long, slimy tongue. He licked Isolde's inner thighs, savoring the taste of her warm skin. Discarding the whip, Leoric kicked Isolde's legs apart, undid his breeches, and slammed his hardened cock into the bound girl's cunt. Isolde moaned deeply into her gag, her vagina clamping tightly around her undead lover's shaft. Leoric grappled with Isolde's young breasts, pressing against them as he thrust into her hot tight hole. The king tore away Isolde's gag, leaning down to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Isolde groaned, caressing Leoric's decayed tongue with her own living one. Leoric explored Isolde's throat, his lips devouring hers.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" begged Isolde, pumping her hips in time with Leoric's, shoving her pussy against the king's impaling spear. Leoric filled his hands with Isolde's rich black hair, licking her quivering neck, tasting the sweet life that coursed through her blood. Leoric pressed his body over Isolde's, he held onto her bound wrists with his hands as he thrust with all his undead strength into the yielding girl's cunt. The king felt Isolde's hot breath on his cheek as she orgasmed, her vagina squeezing his member while a stream of honey poured from her womb onto his crotch. Leoric grabbed his chalice, gathering her pussy juices before mixing it with his own cream. He gave the cup to Isolde, watching her greedily drink the heady potion, binding her to him for another day. When Isolde had finished the musky brew, Leoric retrieved his chalice, pushing off of the girl's firm body.
"Put her on the cross," ordered Leoric, returning to his throne and sitting down heavily.
The two skeleton servants took Isolde's limp arms and carried her naked body to the metal cross vacated by the recently deceased female prisoner. The skeletons pushed Isolde up against the cross, quickly closing metal restraints over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. Isolde moaned softly, her head dangling forward on her heaving chest, her long black hair falling over her face like a funeral veil. Leoric admired Isolde's naked form hanging from the cold iron cross, his lips still sticky with drops of her cum.
"Blackash must slay the rogue," whispered Leoric.
Zara hid behind the wooden frame that had once held the Armor of Valor. She yanked the smoldering arrow from her chest as two more burning shafts smacked into the frame's surface. The rogue girl glanced around the frame, spotting a single skeleton that burned like an oil-drenched torch. The skeleton raised an iron bow adorned with several red-glowing runes. He drew back his bowstring, which ignited the arrow nocked within it. The skeleton fired the arrow, missing Zara's right cheek by a hair width. Zara ducked back behind the frame, preparing her own Hunter's bow for firing.
Blackash lowered himself to a crouch, an arrow flaming in his bow, as he silently moved right to get a clear shot at Zara. When the rogue girl dived away from the frame, Blackash fired, scoring a hit on Zara's left thigh. Zara grunted from the hit, firing her own arrow at the skeleton. The projectile smashed one of Blackash's left ribs but did no appreciable damage. Blackash fired several more arrows in quick succession, hitting Zara's back and upper left thigh. The arrows snapped against Zara's enchanted armor, but the impacts did slow the girl down. Zara launched a stream of arrows, smashing more of Blackash's ribs and chipping away at his flaming arms. As the skeleton staggered backwards, Zara dropped her bow and drew her falchion, sprinting towards the reeling undead. Blackash fired his bow, sending two smoking arrows deep into Zara's belly. Zara groaned, but maintained her charge, raising her sword at Blackash. Before the skeleton could loose another shaft, Zara hacked down with her falchion, severing her foe's right arm. The enchanted bow fell to the floor with a clatter as Zara smashed the skeleton into a pile of flickering debris.
Zara tore the arrows out of her stomach, groaning loudly with pain as her blood poured over her golden armor. She pressed her left hand over her wounds, maintaining pressure while she tore a bandage from her pack. Wrapping the thick cloth around her lower torso, Zara retrieved her bow, gathered Blackash's weapon, then took a scroll of Town Portal from her pack. She recited the spell, barely waiting for the magical gateway to open before she plunged inside.
"You called, Leoric?" growled the massive Overlord named Bilefroth.
"Yes, we have a problem," replied the undead king, draped in the darkness surrounding his throne.
"It had better be important, I was breaking in two new slaves," purred the demon, tugging on two chains in his right claw that led to choke collars fastened around the necks of two young beautiful naked girls.
"Your toys can wait. You must kill a rogue known as Zara before our Dark Lord finds out about her," spat Leoric, "or else both of our lives are forfeit!" | null | Chapter 7 | Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year1998/14288.txt |
55,520 | Realoldbill | Two Birthday Stories | Zoey Kurtis was one of those girls that many people envied. She was rich and beautiful, a talented singer and pianist, a first-class swimmer and diver, and a very personable young lady. She was also, on the eve of her 16th birthday, a virgin. For the last couple of years, she had dated widely and well, mostly from her own social class, and had experimented with a few recreational drugs and some wine and beer. She had stroked a few cocks and had her breasts groped several times, but she was not eager to copulate.
So early on the morning of her birthday, she was surprised when her 20-year-old brother came into her room without permission, removed his pajama bottoms by her bed, and then turned back the covers and got in beside her, a smile on his face and his penis very hard and erect. She saw it and blinked, having seen many on the Internet. Her brother's hard member was hardly frightening, only about four or five inches and pretty thin, hardly anything to fear, her mind told her. She squealed, "What are you doing? Go away. Are you crazy?"
"You're legal," he said, pulling her to him and kissing her mouth roughly as he pulled up the short and frilly nightgown she wore, the top of a set of what were called babydolls by some. "So you might as well be useful instead of just decorative."
'Stop, Jimmy,' she pleaded after pushing him away and wiping her mouth.
"Come on, sweetie, somebody's got to be first. Might as well be me, right?" He rolled atop her and parted her legs, smiling down at her stricken face, his rigid cock on her belly.
She swung at him, and he grabbed her wrist and then somehow got both of them in his grip above her head while he fondled and stroked her groin, which she had kept nearly hairless because of her tight tank suit for the swim team. She felt a finger poking and then slipping into her vagina, and she arched back and kicked her feet. "No, don't," she gasped just before he covered her mouth with his and poked deeper, hurting her. She whimpered.
"You're dry, Sis, better give in and get ready to enjoy it. It's going to happen. I'm going to pop your cherry and pump you full of my semen. Ready?" He pulled her pillow down under her rump and rubbed his slick cockhead up and down her slit, trying to find her clitoris with his glans and then set his penis at her barely wet lips and pushed. "Hope you're not fertile right now."
Her brother had been initiated with a prostitute when he was fifteen, one of his father's many girls in fact, and he had been sexually active ever since, but seldom enjoyed the same girl twice. His lovemaking was, to put it nicely, inadequate, abrupt, and unsatisfying. He paid for most of his sex.
Zoey tensed every muscle she could find, gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes, squeezing her thighs together. Since her brother's erect penis was barely five inches long and bent double in her vulva, he only succeeded in causing himself pain. He pulled it out, stroked it roughly, and ejaculated on his sister's belly and left her there, mewling and tear-stained.
He went and told his father what he had done, was praised for the attempt, and given some money. Zoey's father was impotent, had been for some time, so he knew he could not do what he thought should be done. Then he heard the lawnmower. He came out back and waved at me, so I stopped the mower, and he invited me inside.
"My daughter is sixteen today," he told me. "Do you know her?"
I shook my head.
"But you've seen her?"
I nodded and smiled.
"I wanted her deflowered. Understand?"
I was tempted to ask why but assumed it was some sort of family thing.
"I'll give you a hundred to take care of her, open her up, make love to her."
"I'll try," I told him as he peeled two fifties off a wad of bills. I could not recall ever having turned down an opportunity.
I found the lovely girl curled up in her bed, sniveling. Undressed quickly and sat down beside her. She looked up at me and then buried her face.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she mumbled to the pillow. "Oh, you're naked."
"We've met," I said. "Out back; you were sunbathing. Remember?"
She shook her head and turned over to look up at me. "How come you're naked?"
"My clothes are kind of sweaty."
"Are you going to, uh, you know, poke me?"
"Your father asked me to do it." I leaned down and kissed her lips gently.
She blinked at me. "He did?"
I nodded, kissed her again, and turned back the covers. She was wearing a tiny and transparent top. Her breasts were shapely and pointed, excited, I guess. I pulled it down and sucked one breast while and kneaded the other one.
"Don't," she gasped as I licked and nibbled, and then she put her hand behind my head and pressed my mouth to her tit.
Billy lay on his bed on Saturday morning, the day after his 13th birthday, his penis standing up proudly from his fuzzy groin. He looked down his fast-growing and well-muscled body at it and smiled, watching it quiver, proud of both its size and shape and the fact that, if he left it alone, it could stand there for ten minutes or so without further stimulation. He also knew that it could ejaculate straight up for a foot or more with a bit of manual encouragement. The boy had been working hard to develop his muscles and his penile power, doing Kegel exercises, lifting weights, and masturbating vigorously at least twice a day. He could now stop his urine stream and hold it for ten seconds or more and do it several times. He closed his eyes, smiled, and brought his plastic ruler to stand beside his rigid cock, pushed his erection next to it, raised his head, and squinted.
"Damn," he said aloud. "Damn, damn, damn. It's still only six inches. Shit!"
The boy was disappointed, and he tensed his belly to try to get the domed head to rise. He had measured it at the beginning of the summer, after a growth spurt that had him wearing size nine shoes, and he had been growing steadily, arms and legs as well as weight, but his stupid penis was just five inches back then and just a fraction over six now. "Damn." He smacked it with the ruler, rolled out of bed, found his favorite sock, and stroked his prick until he felt his juices flowing.
Then he clamped down on his PC muscles, held his rigid penis firmly at its thick base, and stumbled to the bathroom, released his pressure, and ejaculated with a cry of relief. He splatted two thick ropes on the tiled wall as he milked his member and then two more down the length of the bathtub, turned on the shower, and got in to wash off the evidence and soothe his sore manhood.
Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, he sat and ate his breakfast, feeling inadequate. All the pictures he saw on the Internet showed boys and men with immense cocks, both long and thick, servicing females, penises eight, ten inches long and as thick as a beer can. Brazzers' samples were his favorites most days. His all-time favorite was a girl called Mina sucking a man's 12-incher, although that tool was not very thick. There was one he often looked at of a girl sucking a boy's upright cock and then climbing up to impale herself. That was what he wanted. His was, he was now sure, stunted, and he would never get laid. There were ads for creams and devices, all of which were, he knew, false. He had been doing some stroking, jelqing as it was called, but decided it had no effect as many men had reported.
Into the kitchen trotted his sister's friend Amy, a buxom youngster of sixteen who did not believe in bras but did exercises she was sure were better for her, push-ups and muscle-tensing that lifted her heavy bosom and strengthened her pectorals. Boys approved widely because Amy had a fine, soft, jiggling pair that were fun to watch, especially when she ran.
"Where is she?" Amy asked.
"Went with her mother, school clothes shopping I think."
"Shoot, I overslept." She pouted nicely and plunked herself down on the boy's lap and snorted, bouncing and licking her lips when she felt his cock tense.
Billy hugged her and mashed her pillow-soft boobs to his chest, and she lifted her face to be kissed.
"How long we got?" she asked, wiggling.
He shook his head.
"Till they get back?"
"Oh, hour maybe, not sure."
'Then we've got lots of time. Come on, Billy, I want you to bonk me, to be my very first."
"Whoa," he said, excited and surprised. "How old are you?"
"Same as your sister, sixteen, I'm just shorter and my boobs are bigger. Aren't they nice?" She lifted one up, almost out of her shirt.
He smiled and nodded. "And you want me to pop your cherry?"
She nodded vigorously and smiled. "But I really don't have one on account of gymnastics."
Billy, like Amy, was a virgin.He had thought about it a lot, even decided who would be his first, his extra cute sister, but here was opportunity not just knocking but begging. "OK," he said, standing up and getting her off his lap. He put his dish in the sink, took her hand, and led her up to his room.
She looked around and then blinked at him. "I'm scared."
He pulled her cut-off t-shirt over her head and smiled as her breasts bobbled, their tiny nipples obviously hard, standing up and pointing outward.
"We'll do whatever you want," he said, stripping off his shorts and underwear.
Amy screamed, backed up, and fell on his bed, sobbing. "Oh," she cried, "it's so big, so awful."
Billy smiled and pulled off her little white shorts and lacy thong. Her pussy was bare, smooth, and hairless, and he ducked his head and kissed it, just the way he had seen men do on the porn sites. Amy buried her hands in his hair, closed her eyes, and moaned as his tongue probed and licked.
"Don't hurt me," she begged as Billy stood and stroked her bulging labia with his penis until it was slick with their juices.
"Let me," she said as she leaned back on the side of his bed, spread her legs, and took his blood-hot rod in her fingers and pressed its pebbled head into her virginal vagina.
Billy gasped and stopped breathing.
"Ah," sighed Amy as her labia closed around his glans. "You're in. It really feels good." She wrapped him in her legs, put her heels on his buttocks, and pushed. Billy shoved her up on the bed and, still in her, climbed up and got to work, eager to find relief and feel the girl climax under him. He reared up and watched her soft breasts jar back and forth with his thrusts up into her tight and rippling vagina, his fist by her ears.
He felt his testicles tense and then throb, and he pumped his semen into her with his teeth clenched and eyes closed.
"No, no!" the girl gasped, "Don't! Don't!" She wiggled away and tried to crawl off the bed, but Billy was quicker and stronger and got back into her from behind, up on his toes, knees bent as he rammed and rammed, while Amy clawed at the sheets and blubbered. | null | null | Collections/Kristen's_Collection/www/76/twobirthdaystories.txt |
57,342 | RandyPan | Zooey and Rooney's Wild Weekend | Zooey Deschanel and Rooney Mara have a fun weekend.
(FF, oral, anal, toys, ws, celeb-parody)
Rooney Mara was in town filming scenes for a movie. She arrived a couple days early, so she decided to spend the weekend hanging out with her friend Zooey Deschanel. The two were sitting on the couch, in their pajamas, watching TV.
"So, I think they want me to play Huntress," Rooney said.
"Cool," Zooey said. "Del Toro's thinking of me for Zatanna, so we may end up on-screen together at one point."
"So, is this what you usually do on the weekend?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"That's cool. I guess I don't really mind. Never been a big fan of this town." She took a swig of water.
"Well, if you're bored, we could have sex."
This caused Rooney to spit out the water. After some sputtering, she said, "Okay, I know you're joking, but did you have to wait till I was drinking something to say that?"
"Okay, maybe I did that on purpose, but I'm not joking. C'mon, you did that movie where you fucked James Bond just for the hell of it."
"That was a movie. Do you have a towel?"
"So, you've never even thought about it, you know, doing the lesbian thing?"
"I—Maybe a couple times, but..."
"So, where's the harm in trying it?"
"I... I don't know."
"Look, let me just..."
Zooey scooted closer to Rooney, placed her fingertips under her chin, and guided her face towards her. Rooney had a look of uncertainty on her face, but it faded once their lips touched. The two made out there on the couch. Both their hands were busy, rubbing each other's bodies, and running through each other's hair. Rooney was unsure before, but knew now she wanted this.
Rooney lay back, and Zooey started unbuttoning her top. Rooney's chest rose and fell as Zooey pulled her top open, then leaned down, and started licking and sucking on her hard nipples. "Uhm..." Rooney closed her eyes and bit her lip. She always liked to play with her nipples before she played with herself, and Zooey sucked them just right. Rooney was already getting very wet.
Rooney put her hands behind her head, and Zooey happened to notice, "Your pits..."
"Yeah, I prefer not to shave unless I have to. You don't mind, do you?"
"No. Actually, it's... kinda..." Zooey leaned in, and started licking Rooney's armpit slowly.
"This is weird," Rooney thought, as Zooey alternated between licking her pits, "but kinda hot."
Eventually, Zooey moved down, kissing around Rooney's navel. By this point, Rooney was so hot, she was ready to take matters into her own hands, and start rubbing her snatch through her pajamas. Fortunately, Zooey saw how she was twitching, and pulled her bottoms off, got down on the floor, and stuck her tongue into Rooney's hot, wet twat. "Mhm!" Rooney's brow furrowed, at this sudden, welcome relief.
After getting her so turned-on, having Zooey eating her pussy now felt just incredible, so much so, it didn't take long for Rooney to cum, but Zooey didn't stop there, probing deeper and deeper into her snatch. Rooney pinched her nipples hard as Zooey went, until the second orgasm hit, causing her to cry out.
At this point, Zooey came up. "Wanna take a shower?" Rooney smiled and nodded.
A few minutes later, the two were in the shower. Zooey held Rooney from behind, kissing her neck and nibbling her earlobe, causing her to moan happily. Zooey's hand moved down between Rooney's legs, and started fingering her twat, and rubbing her clit. Rooney again came quickly, smiling after.
Afterward, they lay on Zooey's bed, still somewhat damp from the shower, making out. Rooney started squeezing Zooey's tits, and sucking her nipples. "Mmm, that's nice." Rooney kissed down Zooey's stomach, and Zooey spread her legs open obligingly.
This was Rooney's first time eating out another woman, but based on Zooey's moans, she was doing a pretty good job, licking around the rim of her moist hole, working her tongue in deeper, while rubbing her clit with her thumb. When she came, Zooey let out a high-pitched squeal. Rooney kissed her way back up, and they made out for a few more minutes, before falling asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, Rooney woke up first. She watched Zooey sleeping, and remembered the night before, and she smiled. She then had an idea, and scooted down. She wanted to give Zooey a pleasant awakening. Rooney started to lick Zooey's pussy. In her sleep, Zooey smiled and moaned. Slowly waking up, she looked down, and saw Rooney eating her.
"Good morning."
"Morning." Rooney said this, then continued licking her.
Brow furrowing, Zooey said, "Go to my closet." Curious, Rooney got up, and opened the closet door. Inside she found a strap-on dildo. She pulled it out, and held it up. "Yeah, that's it." Rooney, put it on, then kneeled on the bed in front of Zooey, and inserted it in her pussy. "Yeah..." Zooey moaned as the dildo penetrated her. Rooney started thrusting into her, causing her boobs to bounce. "Eeyuh-ah! Fffuck meee!" Rooney went faster, causing Zooey's titties to bounce even more. "Fffuck! Oh, fuck!" Finally, Zooey came, letting out a high-pitched cry.
Pulling the dildo out, Rooney looked down at Zooey, catching her breath, and got an idea, which caused her to grin evilly. "Lift your ass up."
"Huh?" Zooey saw the smile on Rooney's face, and got worried, but lifted her ass up anyway. As Zooey was expecting, Rooney pressed the tip of the dildo against her asshole, and pushed it in. "Ooohhh...fuuuck!" She could feel the dildo push its way in through her entire body, and that was before Rooney started thrusting into her.
"Yeah, you like that, bitch?" Zooey let out a strained, throaty groan in reply. "I can't hear you!"
"Yes, I like it. It... feels good." Zooey started furiously rubbing her clit with her middle finger. Her ass loosened up quite a bit as Rooney went, and she felt the orgasm approaching fast and strong. When she came, she screamed like she was being tortured.
Lying there, practically wheezing, she looked up at Rooney, and said, "Give me that." Rooney took the strap-on off, and handed it to Zooey, who sat up, and pushed Rooney face down onto the bed.
Zooey put the thing on now, then leaned down next to Rooney's ear. "Now, let's see how you like it, bitch!" she whispered, then pushed the dildo into Rooney's ass, and started fucking her.
Rooney let out the same throaty groans that Zooey did, as the toy went deeper and deeper into her ass. "Ooh, fuck! Oh, God, yes!"
"Yeah, that feel good, you little whore?"
"Yes, yes, it feels really fucking good!" Rooney struggled to get her hand under her, so she could rub her pussy.
"You know what I wish?"
"What? What do you wish?"
"I wish this thing was real, so I could cum inside your asshole."
"If that thing was real, I'd lay out in front of you, so you could cum all over me, just cover me, face to pussy." Rooney groaned most of this.
"Oh, well, I can do something about that. It wouldn't be cum, but it would be warm and wet. Speaking of which," she grabbed Rooney's hair and pulled hard, snapping her head back, "are you gonna cum for me like a good little girl?" Maybe or maybe not coincidentally, Rooney came, and came hard at this moment.
"Ah-Guuuh-aaahd!"
Sometime later, Rooney laid out on the bathroom floor, while Zooey stood over her, straddling her legs.
"You ready?" Rooney nodded in reply. Zooey leaned back, bracing herself against the towel rack, then held open her labia, and started peeing. As she promised, it covered Rooney's whole body. Zooey stuck out her ass to pee on Rooney's pussy, and then arched her back to hit her face. "Yeah, you like how that tastes?" Rooney was too busy furiously working her clit to answer, but she definitely liked it.
After Zooey ran dry, she got down on the floor, and she and Rooney again made out. As they kissed, Zooey reached up to the sink for the strap-on, which she'd taken in with her. Zooey quickly put it back on, and again proceeded to sodomize Rooney with it. Rooney groaned with pleasure as Zooey fucked her ass with the toy.
After a while of this, Rooney got up on top of Zooey, and rode the dildo with her ass. She suddenly became aware of the need to pee, but, between the pleasure of her ass being fucked, and already being peed on, she started peeing on Zooey. "Oh, Jesus!" Zooey smiled and laughed, even as it hit her in the face. Rooney actually came while peeing, which was a first for her, and one she definitely wanted to reproduce in the future.
"Oayaohfuck!"
Rooney now lay out on the floor again, and once again put on the dildo, so Zooey could ride it with her ass. "Fffuck! Ohfuckfuckfuck!" Rooney grabbed Zooey's hips, and thrust into her. "Ohgodohgod!" In spite of her pussy not even being touched, Zooey came very quickly.After, the two lay on the floor, kissing, exhausted, covered in sweat, not to mention each other's urine.
"We need to take a shower," Zooey said.
"Yeah, we do," Rooney agreed.
"Wanna order a pizza?"
"Yeah, two actually. I'm fucking starving."
The two got up, a little stiff and sore, and moved toward the shower. | null | null | Collections/Kristen's_Collection/www/celeb/zooeyandrooney.txt |
57,738 | RandyPan | Hot, Sweaty Love | Zoe Bell and Katee Sackhoff were in Zoe's home gym, getting ready for their upcoming roles in The ExpendaBelles.
"Man, it's a shame Michelle didn't want in on this," Zoe said. Zoe was on the barbell, while Katee was on the chin-up bar.
"Yeah, still don't get her reasoning," Katee grunted, pulling herself up. Katee had been hesitant about accepting Zoe's invitation to use her home gym, but decided it was easier than using the studio gym. The reason she was hesitant was, well, she would never admit this, but she secretly had a crush on Zoe. She figured she could ignore it, but was finding herself getting more and more distracted as the morning went on.
Zoe looked good when she came over; and then they started working out. Hearing Zoe grunt and groan as she worked, and seeing her get more and more sweaty, and the smell of her sweat; the air was thick with it. Also, the fatigue from her workout was taking a serious toll on her self-control.
Zoe sat up on the bench, reached for the towel next to her, and wiped down her forehead.
"Woo. I don't know about you, mate, but I'm wiped out."
"Yeah," Katee dropped to her feet, "same here." Turning around, she saw Zoe's wife-beater was soaked through and clinging to her back. Then she saw a single rivulet of sweat traveling down Zoe's neck.
"So, lunch? Any ideas?" Suddenly, she felt Katee's lips on her neck. "Yeah, thought we'd get to that. You're not exactly subtle, mate." She then felt Katee's hands on her breasts. "You are good with your hands, though." She took off her wife-beater, and Katee felt up her bare tits. "Alright, let's do this." She turned her neck, and they tongue-kissed.
Zoe then turned all the way around, and pulled Katee's shirt off. The room was silent, except for their moans and sighs, as they kissed and embraced, and it was hot, so hot, even though they were done working out, they were still pouring sweat, hair matted to their foreheads. Zoe felt up Katee's tits, and kissed them, causing Katee to tilt her head back and moan a little louder.
Zoe pressed her hand on Katee's chest, and pushed, and Katee leaned back. Leaning over her, Zoe ran her fingers through Katee's sweat-saturated hair, and they continued to kiss.
Zoe then kissed Katee's chin, down her neck, and her chest, rising and falling as she breathed, and glistening with sweat. She kissed down Katee's stomach, stopping at her navel, slowly licking around the rim.
Zoe got down on the floor, and pulled off Katee's sweat-soaked shorts. Katee got up on her elbows, and spread her legs open, and watched as Zoe kissed her inner-thighs, teasing closer and closer, before pressing her tongue into Katee's dripping wet snatch. Zoe stroked the outside of Katee's pussy with the tip of her tongue, then slid it in, and licked up her juices.
"Oh, God, Zoe," Katee moaned, while grabbing Zoe's hair. "Oh, God! Oh, God!!" Katee grimaced and her hips locked up as she started coming. "YESYESYES!!" Suddenly, she squirted, all over Zoe's face.
Zoe sat back, smiling. "Jeez, mate, wasn't expecting that!"
Katee climbed down from the bench, smiling lasciviously, and crawled toward Zoe. "Your turn." Katee grabbed Zoe's shoulders and shoved her tongue in her mouth. Zoe grabbed Katee's arms, and pulled her down with her. "I love you, Zoe," Katee whispered, and started kissing down her sweaty, heaving chest. She squeezed Zoe's tits, and sucked her hard nipples.
"Uh, bite 'em!" Zoe gasped. Katee took Zoe's nipple between her front teeth, and bit down. "Ssst!" Zoe winced and breathed in sharply, then again when Katee bit the other.
Katee continued kissing down Zoe's stomach, licking up the copious amounts of sweat dripping down it. Katee then pulled down Zoe's shorts, while licking and sucking her navel. Pulling them off, Katee put her mouth over Zoe's pussy, and shoved her tongue in. Zoe bit her lip as Katee's tongue probed deep inside her dripping snatch.
Eventually, Katee's tongue found its way to Zoe's clit. Suddenly, she remembered Zoe's thing with her nipples, so she took Zoe's clit between her teeth, and bit down. "Shit!" Zoe practically screamed this. "Oh, fuck, Katee, do that again!" Katee proceeded to gently gnaw on Zoe's clit, while finger-fucking her.
Zoe started to buck her hips as Katee licked her throbbing clit, biting it periodically. Finally, Zoe cried out, almost a scream, as she came.
Katee then kissed back up Zoe's stomach, her chest, and then her lips, which they held for over a minute, before breaking it, and holding each-other's sweaty, panting forms silently. Finally, Zoe broke the silence.
"So, shower, then lunch."
Katee sighed, "Okay." | null | null | Collections/Kristen's_Collection/www/celeb/hotsweatylove.txt |
58,215 | Ham | Zach's Love For Dad | Zach found a lover in his dad, both parties longing to satisfy the other. Then his sister got into the act as well. Then she informed him of how wonderful grandpa had felt when he fell her too. (M/bg, bb-oral, ped, bi, inc, 1st, ws)
Zach's mother left when he was five years old, leaving his dad to care for him and his sister Meg who was four at the time. His dad did a good job with the two of them, but later on, as Meg begged and begged until he agreed to let her stay with his parents for a year for a trial period.
Zach adored his dad; he copied everything his dad did, much to his dad's delight, but as time went on, the boy developed a quirk all his own - he made the discovery of nylon. His dad had never thrown out the clothes his mom had left behind, and he sometimes saw his dad holding her panties to his cheek, then he would moan and rub his face in them.
Later, Zach tried the same thing and even at his early age found them to feel good against his skin. As time went by, he had caught his dad wearing them, and one afternoon saw him with the panties wrapped around his dick, masturbating. By this time, Zach had become aware of how nice it made him feel inside to massage his dick and the feeling it made in his stomach each time he had a dry orgasm. Earlier, the feeling inside used to scare him, but as he grew older, he accepted it with a feeling of pleasure.
Then that glorious first time to eject cream arrived; he knew what it was from listening to the older boys at school and was thrilled and delighted at his discovery, even to the point of jacking off three times that first day. He never knew anything could feel so exciting to his insides.
Zach had been sleeping with his dad since the third day after his mom had left; in fact, all three of them had shared the same bed to avoid loneliness. Several times, he had awoken during the night, feeling his dad's hands on his body, but went instantly back to sleep. Later, Meg was to reveal to him that she had felt the same thing.
It was after midnight one evening, and Zach had woken up with a raging hard-on from a dream he had. He lay quietly on his back, stroking his cock slowly, listening to his dad's breathing to make sure he was sleeping. His dad was laying on his side, facing him, as he moved to the side gently before continuing to stroke his meat. It felt so good; there was no way he could stop.
What worried him most at times like this was the fact that his dreams were not of the girls at school, but Rory, a boy in his class. This was not the first time he had had a dream of the boy; it had been happening a lot lately, having seen the boy's dick the day before in the restroom at school. He could see Rory in his mind so clearly as he jacked off that he forgot he was not alone and had sped up considerably.
A jolt went through him as he felt a hand move his and take hold of his dick as his dad whispered in his ear.
"Let me help you with that, fella."
"Dad!?"
"Easy, guy, it's ok, I just want to help you out here," he said, as his hand worked up and down the boy's cock.
Zach relaxed, but was still a little confused, enjoying the feeling his dad was making flow through his body. The sheet was kicked off of them by his dad's feet, exposing both the boy's as well as the dad's naked body. Now, Zach was no kid when it came to size; he had a cock that could stand up to his dad's, or almost anyway.
His dad had moved closer; he could feel the heat from his body, and it caused a stirring inside him. Then his dad was leaning over him as he felt his wet mouth on his nipple, this too sent a shock wave through the boy, causing him to suck in his breath as new things began to happen through his being.
He had lost all track of time as his dad left his nipples, finding the boy's mouth with his own. Zach lay perfectly still as his dad kissed him, then felt the tip of the tongue against his lips. It finally dawned on him that it wanted inside, so he opened his mouth, feeling his dad's tongue searching inside.
This was to send sparks flying to his head as it began to spin. No words were spoken as his dad finally left his mouth, slowly kissing his way down over his chest, his belly, then everything went black for a few seconds as his dad kissed the head of his cock. 'Holy shit, what a feeling that was!' Zach opened his eyes again, sweat running off his face as he licked his lips.
In the seconds he was out, his dad had taken his entire dick in his mouth, sucking ever so gently, so slowly making the boy want to cry out for joy, but he bit his lip and remained quiet. He could not believe he had lasted so long without coming as he felt his balls begin to churn in their sac, knowing he was on the verge of doing so now, he gasped.
"Dad... I... mm gon...nn..a c..oo..me, Dad!"
Instead of removing his mouth, his dad sped up, wallowing his cock around in his mouth as Zach cried out, hunching his ass upward, grabbing his dad's head, holding it in a death grip as though he were afraid he would stop sucking.
It was quiet except for his grunting and the slurping of his dad sucking up his cum. It was obvious his dad liked the cream, but then Zach had sampled his own and had a love for it also.
When his cock jumped for the last time, the final spurt leaving the head of his cock, his dad quickly returned to the boy's mouth, kissing him, allowing the cum to run from his mouth into his son's. A thought flashed through the boy's mind, 'Oh damn, could life get any better than this?'
He was to find out; there was much, much sexual joy that lay ahead.
"Did you enjoy that?" His dad asked, smiling down at him.
"Gosh yes, dad, that was awesome."
"Good, now I want you to do something for me."
"Just tell me, dad, I'll do it." The boy said with great feeling. "I'm going to hold your dick in my mouth, and I want you to pee. Think you can do that?"
"If that's what you want, I can."
"That's what I want, honey," his dad said.
Zach never understood why at the time, but when his dad called him "honey," it sent joy all through him. He looked down at his dad as he took his cock in his mouth once again. It took him a few minutes, but his piss finally spewed from his cock as Zach watched his dad's Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. He was already wondering how that would taste.
After he had emptied his bladder, his dad moved back up, taking him in his arms, and they kissed before falling asleep.
The next morning when Zach awoke, his dad had already left for work. There was a note on the kitchen table where a bowl sat with cereal for his breakfast.
"Son, I hope you were not shocked last night and that I made you feel better. I enjoyed our little talk very much myself. Will see you this evening, my love. Dad."
There it was again, that feeling in his gut, brought on by those two words. "My Love."
Zach was ten feet tall that day at school; he had a stronger will and more nerve in his heart than ever before. When he ran into Rory in the hall, he talked to him without the old shakes from before, and when the boy said he had to use the restroom, Zach joined him.
As both boys removed their dicks, Zach never even tried to avoid looking at Rory's cock. Even in the soft stage, it hung down over six inches as he waited for the piss to flow, but none was coming out. When he looked up, Rory was smiling at him.
"You want it, don't you."
Zach licked his lips as his eyes danced wildly, "Yes," he said softly. Rory took his hand as he said, "Come," then led him to the last stall near the wall, pulling him inside.
Zach was shaking as he took the boy's dick in his hand, but he pushed his hand away.
"Wait, I have to pee first."
Zach never said a thing but knelt, taking his cock in his mouth as he looked up at him.
"What? You want me to pee?"
The boy answered with his eyes as Rory's eyes opened wide, then piss began to fill Zach's hungry mouth as he swallowed fast to keep from choking.
When Rory had finished, Zach continued to hold his cock in his mouth as he sucked awkwardly at first, but soon had the hang of it, remembering how his dad had done it last night.
"Damn, Zach, where'd you learn to do that, man?"
Of course, Zach never answered, but went right on massaging the dick with his mouth and tongue till the boy moaned and filled it with warm, milky cream, as Zach felt a rush from its taste.
When they had finished, Rory bragged on how well he had done, "Hell, man, no one has given me a blowjob as good as that before."
The bell rang, and the boys zipped up quickly. On the way out, Rory whispered, "Next time, I do you, ok?"
"Ok," Zach smiled. Gosh, he was glad he had done it.
He walked around whistling that evening as he made sure there was beer in the fridge for his dad, who would be home soon.He was still riding high from giving his first blowjob and his first taste of piss; he could not get over how much he liked it. When his dad came in, he handed him a cold beer. "Thanks, dad," he said and kissed him quickly.
"Well, alright, maybe I better go out and come in again," he laughed.
"What? Another beer or another kiss?" Zach said, smiling.
"Both, come here." His dad held him in his arms, placing his mouth to his son's as Zach hugged him back and father and son swapped tongues. His dad took him out for dinner, and they had a ball, laughing and joking, then went to a movie. They both played with one another's dick while watching the movie, but were not able to do more than that.
By the time they arrived home, both parties were filled with lust. They lost no time undressing and falling on the bed in each other's arms, their mouths going crazy.
When they had calmed down some, his dad went to the bathroom, returning with a tube that said "KY" on it. Then, once again, he went after his son's cock, turning in a sixty-nine position, allowing his son to take his cock in his mouth. They continued this way until Zach could hold back no longer and shot his load in his dad's mouth.
As they lay catching their breath, his dad said, "I want you, honey."
"You just had me, dad," the boy said, smiling up at him. "No, baby, I mean I want you. I want to fuck you like I did your mom; I really need that, honey," he said, as he began kissing the boy again. "Okay, dad, it's okay, you can do that if it makes you feel better."
Brad got up, pulling the boy with him to the bathroom and sat him on the stool.
From the linen closet, he took out a box with a rubber water bottle and long hose with a long white tip on it. "Raise up and bend over, sugar," his dad said. Zach loved it when he talked to him like that. He felt the long tip go up his ass, then watched as his dad filled it with warm, soapy water, hanging it from the shower rod. "Now hold the water in as long as you can, okay?"
"Okay."
He felt the water filling him, his belly feeling more full all the time. Just when he thought he would have to ask his dad to stop, the bottle went flat.
"Hold it, baby, hold it as long as you can."
Zach held it for five minutes before he had to release it, feeling everything inside his bowels flowing out. They did it a second time, then his dad flushed the toilet and cleaned him up, leading him back to bed. What had just taken place was a real turn-on for the boy; he loved the way it made him feel.
His dad had him lay on his belly, then spread his legs as he took the tube, placing the tip inside his puckered hole, then squeezed. Zach could feel the cool gel filling his bowel.
Brad lay beside him as he worked a finger up his love hole, taking his time until he was able to get four fingers in a little over an inch, then opened the drawer and removed a cloth bag, pulling out a rubber cock that looked to be maybe seven inches long.
After greasing it well, he placed the head to Zach's hole, gently shoving it inside an inch at a time. Zach had been all prepared for a lot of pain and was surprised when he felt very little, more of a slight sting or burning feeling which went away in time.
He noticed his dad was breathing heavier now as he put the thing away and stood, lubing his dick. Zach thought he would take him while he was on his knees, but his dad turned him on his back, then raised his legs high as he edged forward on his knees between the boy's legs.
He felt his dad's knob touch his hole, then enter him, stretching his ass open once again, sliding ever so slowly up his rectum. When his entire cock was buried up his son's ass, he lay forward, gently bending his legs back down beside his head as he pressed his mouth to Zach's.
The two teased one another with their tongues before Brad began slowly moving in and out of his son's love hole.
"Oh, baby, that feels so fantastic," Brad moaned. He had a steady cadence now, and Zach closed his eyes, feeling nothing but his dad's cock and dreaming that his ass was a pussy and his dad was his lover.
"Oh, Gale, it's been so long, baby, oh, so long," his dad moaned as he held Zach tight, hunching his asshole full of hard meat. 'His dad had called him by his mom's name'; it had stirred Zach inside as he held him tight, whispering in his ear.
"Yes, Brad, it has. Do it to me, sweetheart; I love you so much."
These words spurred his dad on as he picked up speed, holding Zach by his shoulders. "Oh, honey, I'm coming, Oh... hhh... bbbaabay, baabay!" He hunched his ass one last time, slamming into Zach's body hard, as he held the two bodies pinned together, his cock jerking and spurting time and time again before he collapsed on top of his son.
Brad lay gasping for air before once again kissing his son, thanking him for making him feel so wonderful, then he again began to pump his cock in and out of the boy's male cunt, fucking him all over again until he shot a second wad up his son's ass.
When he did finally move down, releasing Zach's legs, he took him in his mouth, sucking him to a gigantic climax.
"Wow, that was really something, dad. I never knew being fucked would feel so good."
"You have a fine pussy, son. God, how I love you," and his dad began kissing him again.
"Want me to drink from your hose like before?"
"Only if you let me do yours first," Zach said, smiling at him. His dad smiled back as he sat on the side of the bed, having Zach stand before him as he took the boy's dick in his mouth and waited for the flow, swallowing and gulping it down as his son pissed down his throat. Then they switched as his son drank his golden nectar from his cock.
After showering, both slept like babies.
Three days later, his dad was sent out of town and would be gone until the first of the week; Zach would have to fend for himself. After showering that evening, Zach went naked to his dad's room and removed a pair of his mom's panties, a nice black pair with the initial "G" on the front with white lace around the legs. Then he found a bra to match as well as a pair of thigh-high nylons with six-inch lacy tops.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he liked what he saw and sat down at her dressing table where all her makeup was kept. He had watched her apply her makeup many times and would think how nice it would be to make himself pretty like his mama.
He was engrossed in what he was doing and jumped as a voice said, "Want some help?"
It was Meg, his sister. Holy shit, he was caught.
"He sputtered and mumbled as she took the facial brush from his hand and began to make up his face.
"How long has this been going on, brother?" She asked, smiling at him in the mirror.
"This is the first time. Did I gross you out?"
"Not at all, Zach. I always suspected as much, even when we were just kids; it's not a big surprise."
She applied his lipstick, then stepped back. "How's that?"
"Awesome, I could never have done it that well."
"Just one thing missing, wait right there."
Meg dug around in the closet and returned with a couple of boxes. The first had a blonde wig in it, but she made a face and shook her head no, then opened the second one, which held a dark auburn wig, which she took out and placed near Zach's head.
"Yes, this is it. This is the one."
Placing it on his head, she then sprayed and brushed it out, tucking the ends under. It was a short-cut hairstyle and really looked sexy on the boy. "You're beautiful, baby," Meg said, laughing as Zach stood up in his lingerie. Had his dad been here, he would have instantly jumped his bones.
Meg had opened her suitcase and removed an aqua blouse with black pants, then found a pair of her mom's black pumps and helped him get dressed, watching as he slipped the shoes on.
"Now, you're all ready. Oops, forgot one thing," She opened her dad's drawer and removed two pairs of socks, which she folded in a ball, then stuffed them down inside the bra. When it was buttoned up, he had just grown a pair of thirty-six B tits.
Together they drove downtown to a nice restaurant and ate. As they ate, Meg laughed, saying, "I do believe you're getting the eye more than any girl in the room."
After eating, they went shopping, then headed home, laughing about their evening together.
"Better not let dad see you in that getup," she laughed.
"I wish he could," Zach said.
"What, you crazy?"
Then he told her about him and her dad, not leaving out a thing. "Holy shit, I don't believe it. I knew you would probably go for other guys, but dad? Now that is a shocker."
They watched a movie when they got home and caught up on what each had been doing, sipping on their dad's wine.
It was midnight when they finally decided on bed.
When both were prepared for the night, Zach looked at his sister as he said, "Want to make it like the old times?" And he held the door to his room open for her.
"Sure, why not," she said, smiling.
They talked for a long time, then held one another as they fell off to sleep. Zach loved the feel of his sister's body against his; he had missed her.
The two of them enjoyed the following days, although Zach missed the sex between him and his dad at night. His dad was supposed to be home last night, but never arrived, and Zach was disappointed.
That night, he awoke sometime around eleven, and as usual, had a raging hard-on. He had been going to the bathroom to jack off when he woke up like this, but this night, he must have been stroking himself in his sleep, because when he woke up, his hand was jerking his dick slowly but steadily.
He instantly looked toward his sister, but she had her back to him, and he could feel her body next to his, her naked ass touching his hip. At the touch of her, visions began flooding his mind. He was seeing himself on top of her, his cock buried up her cunt.As he daydreamed and stroked his dick, he turned to face her, gently placing his hand between her thighs, feeling the heat from her pussy.
She never moved, so he touched a finger to her slit and was surprised to find the lips of her pussy fluffed up and she was wet between them. She rolled onto her back, placing her arms around his neck as she smiled up at him.
"What took you so long? I was beginning to think you would never make your move."
"Have you been awake all this time?" he asked.
"Yes, my hand has been busy too." She laughed.
"Have you been sexually active, sis?"
"Yes, for quite a while now, Zach, but with only one person, and you would never guess who."
"I'll not even try, tell me, please," he begged.
"Our loving grandfather, he took me when six months after I went to stay with them."
"Your kidding, Grandpa, Dad's dad?"
"Surprising to say the least, huh," she said, laughing. She smiled into Zach's eyes as she pulled his face closer, kissing his mouth, and the boy eagerly returned the kiss.
His hand had never left her pussy as they kissed, and he began sucking her tits, nibbling her nipples the way his dad had done to him. Meg opened her legs, inviting him in as he mounted her, feeling her flat belly against his own.
She took hold of his cock, guiding him to her hole, and he damn near lost it at the feel of his knob entering her. It felt so wet and warm inside her pussy as he sank in all the way, their bodies touching and her legs wrapped around his waist.
This was his first piece of pussy, his own sister was getting his cherry. Well, why not, his dad had got his other cherry, so it was all in the family since Grandpa had taken Meg's.
Zach began humping slowly, wanting to enjoy every movement, hugging her tight as they continued kissing as her tits pressed against his chest.
"Oh yes, Zach, that feels so good, I was afraid you were not going to take me. I love you, brother dear," she said, holding his head in her hands, kissing him hard with wanton passion as her sweet ass raised to meet his every thrust. "Gosh, sis, I never thought I would ever get to do this with you, are you aware you are my first?"
"You're kidding, you've never fucked a girl before?"
"No, honest."
"Oh, Zach!" She groaned as she hugged him even tighter, hunching her ass up faster now as her heels dug into the cheeks of her brother's ass.
Both brother and sister were fully engrossed with one another's feelings now, both fucking like two wild animals in heat. Little did they know they had an audience - Brad was standing in the doorway watching his two children fucking like crazy, his cock out and in his hand as he stroked himself.
Brad had only intended to watch, but the more he looked at his son's ass and his cock pumping in and out of his daughter's pussy, the stronger his lust became.
Meg cried out first as she had her orgasm, with Zach following close by as he rammed deep inside her cunt, releasing his silky cream. It startled him as he felt the hand massage the cheeks of his ass, then he saw the fright in Meg's eyes and raised up quickly.
His dad was smiling down at the two of them.
"My, what a lovely sight," he said. "The two I love the most enjoying one another." Meg noticed right from the start that her dad was naked, knew that it meant only one thing, and it sent excitement all through her.
Zach had rolled up, staring at his dad as Brad slowly took his place on top of his daughter, his hand guiding his cock to her freshly fucked pussy as he gently lay his body against hers, finding her mouth with his own. "Oh, baby, how nice you have grown up," he sighed. Meg hugged her daddy as he started humping her body, his big cock touching every nerve.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she moaned as she raised to meet him, just as she had done with Zach.
As his dad moved his body up on his knees, he placed his hands under his daughter's knees and raised her ass up as he plunged in and out. Zach saw an opening and began sucking and chewing on his sister's tits, much to her delight.
Had there been anyone else around, they could not have missed hearing what was going on. The bed was screaming from the action on top of it, as well as all the grunts, oh's and ah's.
Brad knew he was close and began to massage the girl's clit as he fucked her pussy, faster and faster, until once again she cried out, having an earth-shaking climax.
No sooner had the last spurt of cream left his cock than her daddy moved downward to her pussy for all that cum and joy juice. As he sucked his daughter's pussy, his son went down on his cock, eager to enjoy the cum left there.
The three rested, then went at it again as Meg watched her daddy fucking her brother, sucking her brother's dick as they went at it. Brad must have fucked his daughter four times before morning, his cock was sore all over, and he had a little trouble walking, but damn it was worth it. This was the beginning of a sweet reunion between daughter, father, and son. Later, even Grandpa joined in as he took his grandson up his sweet, teenage ass.
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61,204 | Mitchell Knight | The Husband Prophecy | Zandria de Lac was a powerful sorceress who lived in the Kingdom of Markor. While this kingdom had a royal family, the real power rested in her beautiful but capable hands. She gave advice and lent her powers to the royal family whenever they requested it, and when not involved in these activities, she spent her time studying her magic.
Living with Zandria was her daughter, a young woman of even greater beauty than her mother. Her name was Melina, and she was approaching twenty-five years of age without having found a husband. For her, this was no problem because, with her beauty, she was able to draw men from all over the kingdom to share her bed. Once she married and became pregnant, she wouldn't be able to indulge in her sexual escapades.
Zandria was becoming quite agitated with the fact that her daughter wasn't married. She was reaching old age, although one wouldn't be able to tell from looking at her. (She used her magic to keep her looking about as young as her daughter.) It was prophesied when Melina was born that she would bear a son who would become the greatest wizard the kingdom of Markor had ever seen. In Zandria's opinion, the child needed to be born soon before Zandria's powers waned and she was no longer able to teach the child all he needed to know.
It was with this in mind that Zandria decided to go into a vision trance. So on a moonlit night in the middle of summer, Zandria prepared herself for the vision. That night, her daughter was in their cottage cheerfully working the loom as she thought about the man she would meet that night in the forest after her mother left.
"I am going out, Melina," Zandria told her daughter as she gathered her magic implements.
"You are?" Melina asked, looking up from her work. She was a beautiful young woman with sparkling big blue eyes, soft full lips, long curly dark chestnut hair, and a soft creamy complexion.
"Yes. I will return within a couple of hours," her mother answered.
"Okay," Melina answered.
Zandria kissed her daughter lightly on the cheek and then left the cottage. Melina frowned for a moment as she worried about how she was going to leave the house now to meet her lover if her mother would be out there. It wasn't necessarily that she was hiding this man from her mother because Zandria knew about Melina's sexual life; it was just that Zandria didn't like it flaunted in front of her, and Melina respected her mother's wishes.
Melina had a great amount of admiration for her powerful mother. She saw how the people in the kingdom treated her with great respect and kindness. Sometimes Melina felt a tinge of jealousy that she hadn't gained any of the powers that her mother had, but she also felt lucky. She didn't really want that kind of responsibility because it would prevent her from living how she liked.
The prophecy that Zandria had been thinking about earlier was one that Melina was quite familiar with and one she was determined to prevent at all costs. While Melina knew that at some point she would have that child (after all, prophecies cannot be denied), she was going to keep the future at bay for as long as possible. When she engaged in sexual relations with a man, she always took a special herb that she had learned about from an herbalist that prevented her from getting pregnant.
As Melina continued her work at the loom, she decided she wouldn't concern herself with her mother's activities. She would meet with her lover anyway.His penis was average size, but it was that white skin and his albino features that excited her.
Her older lover was very burly with brown wiry hair all over his chest, arms, legs, and crotch. His penis was a little bigger than the artist's, but it still didn't come close to the teenager's.
Melina smiled at them as they now looked at her expectantly, their penises either fully erect or on their way. She decided she would get them all ready.
"Good job. Now it's my turn," she explained.
She slowly unlaced the bodice of her dress and slipped the dress off each shoulder. She caught it before it revealed her breasts and clutched the fabric to her. She smiled seductively as she slowly allowed the dress to fall off her breasts, revealing the two creamy full breasts to her audience. Her breasts were still firm and stood out on her chest with tiny light brown nipples.
Then she slid the dress down her waist showing off her taut stomach with her cute navel. She had wide, sensuous hips and firm, well-proportioned thighs. Between her beautiful thighs was a V of curly brown hair. She hadn't bothered to wear undergarments on this night as a special treat to the lover, or lovers as it turned out, that her mother had picked out.
Melina got off the bed and slipped the dress off. Then she got back on and lay down. She noticed that her display had excited all the men. They were all fully erect and ready.
From her bedroom in the cottage, Zandria sat and watched as the men joined Melina in the bed. She sat in front of her crystal ball which was magically tuned to the cottage on the other side of the lake. Here she could watch and make sure the men followed through with her orders. She also found that she was becoming excited by the idea of watching her daughter have sex with these three strangers.
Zandria pushed her dress up to her thighs and slipped a finger in the leg of her undergarment and slowly fingered her pussy.
The young man had pushed open Melina's legs and was eagerly sliding his impressive cock into her pussy. Melina was giving her older lover a blowjob while the artist licked and sucked on her supple tits.
Melina began to grind her hips with her young lover's slow thrusts as she continued to suck off the burly one. Suddenly an idea struck her, and she realized that now would be the perfect time to try it out. She removed her mouth from his dick.
"You know, I have more than two holes," she told them.
Her older lover looked at her and smiled.
"I'll take you up on that offer," he said.
Melina rolled over onto her side with help from the young man who complained slightly about the interruption but went along with the new position. Then the older man lay down behind her and took his slippery cock and rubbed it along her anus. He dipped his finger into the slick pussy juices that were starting to run out her as she fucked the teenager. He rubbed these onto his cock and then slowly worked his way into her tight little backdoor.
The artist had slipped his cock into her mouth after the older man had left that spot so Melina couldn't cry out at the exquisite pain she felt at his entry into her backside. It was a great experience though: she had all three holes filled by eager men willing to satisfy her.
Her tight hole felt great on his cock. He worried a little about how she was feeling about it, but he didn't bother to ask since her mouth was occupied with more important things. The young man was now thrusting fairly quickly into her pussy and the older man knew that he was probably on the verge of coming. He continued to thrust slowly in and out her anus, enjoying this new experience.
Melina stopped sucking on the artist long enough to scream in pleasure as her orgasm hit her. The young man continued to thrust furiously into her, his face an expression of determined concentration. He finally came, pumping his load deep into her, and then he collapsed against her, spent.
Her burly lover slid out her backend, deciding that it was his turn. As soon as the young man slid out, he was taking the place. The artist slipped his cock out of her mouth; her sucking had become a little too pleasurable, and if he wasn't careful, he would come in her mouth. That wasn't the place for his cum to go tonight. He returned to sucking and licking on her tits.
Melina rolled onto her back as he thrust into her. He was on the verge of orgasm already after that superb new treat, but Melina beat him to it. She came again right before her burly lover sprayed his semen into her.
Zandria was now on the verge of orgasm herself as she continued to finger herself. The peep show was very impressive.
"Two down and one to go," she murmured as she sped up her finger motions.
The burly man moved aside and allowed the artist his turn. The artist kissed her tenderly as she came down from her last orgasm. Then he planted soft kisses all down the trail of her flesh that eventually led to her crotch. There he spread the lips of her vagina and licked delicately at her slit where there was now a mixture of pussy juice and cum.
The young man had recovered now from his orgasm and he returned to the bed where he licked at her hard little nipples and ran his hands over her smooth flesh.
The artist slipped his length into her and she came again after his second thrust. He continued his motion until he finally came while the young man played with her soft firm breasts.
Zandria sighed to herself as she saw the artist's buttocks clench in orgasm. It was done then. All three had spread their seed. Soon Melina would be with child, and the prophecy would be fulfilled.
Right then though, Melina's young lover wasn't very concerned with the prophecy. He wanted another go at it. Melina merely smiled when he asked her. She gave him a weary indulgent smile and he eagerly slipped his erection back into her. The other two men sat on either side of the bed and stroked her and ran their hands through her hair. She screamed as she came again, and then the young man let loose another torrent of his semen, grunting over and over again with each jet expelled from his body into hers.
They all slept then, but woke up again during the night when the teenager regained his erection. It was a night of intense lovemaking for them all which they hoped they would repeat.
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67,107 | Tessa | A Day With Grandma | Zoe sat staring at the white-haired woman sitting in the room with her. It was a Sunday afternoon, and once again, Zoe's parents had dumped her off at her grandmother's house while they went to visit some friends in the countryside.
Usually, Zoe would protest, finding her Grandmother's small suburban house boring, but lately, she was beginning to enjoy the stays with Grandma Ellis.
Her parents had a very busy social life and had little time for their daughter. She often thought them selfish, even though she knew they loved her; they didn't spend much time with her now that she was thirteen.
Zoe had begun going through the change recently, when a girl becomes a woman. She had recently developed peach-like breasts, which attracted the attention of many of the boys at school, and her hips had started to widen out. With these physical developments had also come some certain urges.
Lately, Zoe had been having sexual fantasies and touching herself at night under the covers while she was in bed. Once in bed, her fingers would dance over her tender breasts, finding her extremely sensitive puffy nipples, which she loved to pinch and twist.
Then, her hand would glide down her stomach to inside her pajamas and further inside her wet panties. There, she would find the most sensitive part of all - her clitoris. She would take her fingers, stick them in her mouth until they were coated in saliva, before rubbing her little button until climax, while her twisted, lust-filled images flashed through her mind.
She knew this wasn't uncommon; many times, her friends had discussed their crushes and the thoughts of dirty acts they would do to the objects of their affections, given the chance. Most of the conversations ended in fits of laughter or some saying how gross they are, but this was different - Zoe's object of lust was her very own grandmother, Eve Ellis.
She knew these thoughts were wrong. Most girls thought about boys, but Zoe thought about women, and the one she wanted more than ever was her own grandmother. Over the past couple of months, Zoe's masturbation fantasies consisted of the things she wanted to do to her white-haired, widowed, sixty-four-year-old, plump granny.
In her grandmother's living room, on a bright Sunday afternoon, sitting in an armchair in front of a television, once again, these thoughts crept into Zoe's young head. Her Grandmother sat on the couch on the other side of the room, reading one of her books, deep in thought.
Zoe admired her granny's looks. Eve Ellis' face was covered in the lines of aging, especially around the eyes, which Zoe found strangely attractive. She had saggy skin at the jowls of her mouth and chin. Her once brown hair was now white, soft, and slightly thick for a woman her age. Her body was plump, with a large belly that sat in rolls when she sat down; atop of that sat two of the largest breasts Zoe had seen. These sagging tits could hardly be contained in her Grandmother's bra, despite them being the largest pair she could find in town, and the large cardigan Granny Eve wore clung to her tits like a second skin. The floral skirt that hid her short, stumpy legs led down to her large ankles, which Eve had had problems with nowadays because of the heavy weight she put on them.
Zoe fidgeted in her seat while the thought of what her granny's pussy might look like rushed her head. She could feel herself getting wet in her panties and rubbed her jean-covered thighs together to relieve her arousal, which only made her even more turned on. Her puffy nipples had become erect and protruded from the top she wore.
Eve Ellie had noticed her brunette granddaughter's fidgeting across the room. She had been acting strangely lately, but Eve put it down to her becoming a teenager. Her gaze left the book's pages and met her granddaughter's. They stared into each other's eyes a moment before the silence was broken by Granny Eve, "Would you like a cup of tea?" she asked in her sweetly old lady voice Zoe found so attractive.
"Yes, please," replied Zoe.
Eve climbed out of her comfy sofa and then shuffled off into the hallway, heading towards the kitchen. Zoe heard the familiar sound of the kettle switch being turned on.
With her Grandmother out of sight, she quickly unfastened the button and zip of her jeans. She buried two of her fingers into her hot, wet, hairless cunt while letting out a soft moan. If she could just get a few moments of relief, she would be okay, she thought.
Eve forgot to ask how many sugars Zoe wanted. Zoe had told her many times before how many sugars she took in her tea, but at Eve's age, she often forgot. Eve walked into her living room to find a scene that almost gave her a heart attack. There in front of her was her thirteen-year-old granddaughter masturbating.
Zoe's hand was inside her panties, rubbing her most intimate girl parts, while the other had massaged her young breasts. Her eyes were closed while she concentrated on pleasuring herself, unaware her grandmother stood in the room, staring in shock, unable to say a word. Eve watched as her granddaughter bucked her hips in ecstasy, breathing heavily. Then something unexpected happened. "Fuck me, Grandma," let out Zoe in lust.
Eve could feel her pussy getting wet, something that hadn't happened since her husband passed away six years ago. Her own granddaughter, who her son and daughter-in-law had left in her care for the day, was fantasizing about her, and it was turning her on. Without even thinking, her hand went to her left breast, which she began to rub gently.
Zoe's eyes opened to see what at first she thought was just her imagination. Her grandmother was in the room, fondling herself; Zoe's brown eyes met her grandmother's bright blue eyes, and in that moment, they both knew for certain they wanted one another. Zoe removed her hands from her underwear, stood up, and walked across the room to where her beloved grandmother stood. Without a second thought, she kissed her. Zoe's own soft lips met the small ones of her grandmother.
Eve, lost in the moment, wrapped her arms around her granddaughter, holding her close, while Zoe's own hands ran along her grandmother's back. Feeling her body, she squeezed her granny's large ass, which Eve seemed to respond to as she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into her granddaughter's mouth. They French kissed for a while, exchanging saliva. In her younger years, Eve had been quite wild, and she surprised Zoe by taking her by the arm and guiding her two slightly still wet pussy-juiced covered fingers and putting them in her mouth, sucking the juices from them.
Eve removed the fingers from her mouth and went back to passionately kissing Zoe. Zoe could taste her own juices in her grandmother's mouth, and it was intoxicating. Breaking off the kiss, Zoe looked lovingly at her grandmother. She took her by the hand and silently led her to the sofa. Kissing once more softly on the lips before finally speaking, Zoe longingly asked, "Grandma, I want to eat your pussy."
Hearing such filth from her granddaughter sent thrills through Eve's body. "Are you sure about this?" asked Eve.
"I want you, Granny, more than I've wanted anyone ever in my life. I think about you all the time."
"You can't tell anyone about this, or we will be in a lot of trouble," warned Eve, knowing their relationship would change forever.
"Don't worry, this will be our dirty little secret," answered Zoe with a sly grin creeping across her freckled face. Eve wondered how this sweet little girl she had known had turned into such a cunt-hungry slut.
Zoe nervously undid the buttons of her grandmother's cardigan, which hugged her chunky frame. Eve removed the cardigan and then took off the sweaty, arm-pitted vest underneath, leaving her with just a bra covering her upper torso. "I'm going to need help getting this bra off," asked Eve.
Zoe reached behind her grandmother's back and unfastened the locks, which held her gigantic, saggy tits in place. Free of their constraints, Eve's large tits sprung free, drooping downwards.
Zoe looked over her granny's form. Her large tits sagged downwards with a plump, flabby belly underneath. Zoe then began taking off her grandmother's skirt. She pulled it down her Gran's cellulite-covered legs to her feet, pulling it off and discarding it next to her.
Her grandmother wore a pair of old, large, white panties, which now were beige in color, and the front of them had a large wet patch. Zoe could see her grandmother's grey, curly pubic hairs poking from the sides. Her grandmother sat up a little while Zoe removed her warm, soaked panties.
The first thing Zoe noticed once discarding the panties by the rest of her grandmother's clothes was the smell - a strong, fishy odor that filled the room, coming from between her grandmother's legs.It was the most potent smell Zoe had ever encountered in her life. She moved back to her grandmother, positioning her body between her grandmother's legs, resting each arm on a leg for support. The sight that met Zoe was more amazing than any she had ever witnessed.
A big, plump vulva, slightly discolored and covered in sticky grey pubic hair. Her large labia jetted out like a glistening, meaty flower, between which Zoe could see her grandmother's wet, fleshy treats.
Zoe had never actually eaten pussy before, but had spent enough time on the Internet, fingering her pussy while watching lesbian porn, to have a pretty good idea. She blew her warm breath lightly on her grandmother's hot fuck hole. Eve let out a whimper; her pussy was dying for attention. She began to squeeze her tits, rolling her hard brown nipples between her sausage-shaped fingers.
Zoe looked up at her grandmother's face before preparing to bury her face in the object of many a recent night's fingering fantasy. Eve's face, heavily lined, was filled with lust; she licked her lips, still fondling her large breasts. The geriatric woman said in an almost animalistic tone, "EAT MY PUSSY MEAT, YOU LITTLE CUNT!"
Without hesitation, and with the seal of approval she had longed for, Zoe moistened her mouth with saliva and lowered her angelic, freckled face onto her granny's cunt. Her tongue entered the thick folds of Eve's pussy lips. A tangy, not unpleasant taste filled her mouth. Zoe withdrew, which was met by a loud moan from her grandmother.
Zoe began licking her grandmother's pussy lips, wanting to savor the experience. She plastered her pubic hair in saliva. Sweat began to drip down Eve's face now. Her granddaughter's face was slightly hidden between her legs. "That's it, eat granny's pussy, that's it, be granny's little cunt whore," she said.
All this dirty talk really got Zoe going. Zoe placed two fingers in her mouth before easing them into her grandmother's dripping wet pussy. There wasn't much resistance, as Eve was quite loose. Zoe sucked her gran's extremely large clit while she worked the fingers in and out of Eve's pussy, twisting them a little as she went.
Slick, sloshing sounds emanated from Eve's pussy. Eve was letting out loud moans while her tit play sped up. She tweaked and pulled each breast. She was breathing hard and fast, while little Zoe was making slurping noises from her clit-sucking antics. Taking a hand from her breast, Eve put a hand upon Zoe's head, gripping her soft brown hair.
Zoe knew her grandmother was getting close to an orgasm now and began sucking on her clit hard while sticking all four of her fingers in her grandmother's leaking cunt. Eve began screaming every obscenity under the sun at her little granddaughter. "THAT'S IT, YOU PERVERTED LITTLE RUG MUNCHER! FIST MY STINKING PUSSY, YOU LITTLE DYKE!"
Zoe stuffed her whole hand up her grandmother's pussy, making a fist. She fist-fucked her as hard as she could. Zoe put two fingers on her free hand into her grandmother's pussy-juice-wetted brown anus. The fingers met a lot more resistance than the ones she put in granny's pussy, but the puckered, wrinkled hole soon gave way, and Eve began to scream in delight, momentarily terrifying Zoe when she did.
Serious heat was really coming from Eve's pussy now. Zoe's hand that was fisting her grandmother felt like it was on fire. "I'm cumming!" screamed Eve, which was all the signal Zoe needed to remove her fist from the pussy and sweat-juiced pussy and replace it with her cunt-hungry tongue. Zoe used her pussy-juiced-covered hand to rub her granny's clit as fast as she could. She forced her tongue as deep up granny Eve's pussyhole as it could go, licking the retracting walls of her pussy inside. Pussy juice flooded Zoe's face, soaking her. She swallowed as much pussy juice as she could.
"Filthy, stinking bitch!" screamed Eve between waves of orgasm, grinding her pussy into Zoe's face while her hand pushed the girl's head hard into her wrinkly, old, meaty pussy.
The orgasm loosened her bowels, making Eve shit herself, which wasn't an uncommon experience for a woman her age. The shit mashed around Zoe's thrusting fingers in Eve's asshole. Zoe still aggressively licked her grandmother's pussy until the humping had subsided.
She slowly pulled away as her grandmother's hand had loosened from her head. A trail of spit and muff juice drooled from her red, sweaty face. Eve, too, was red-faced and sweaty; the room stank of pussy juice, shit, and sweat. Eve was breathing heavily; she smiled sweetly at her granddaughter, who smiled back. Zoe's shit-covered fingers were still in her ass.
"I shit myself," said Eve, slightly embarrassed.
"That's OK!" replied Zoe. She pulled the brown-covered fingers from her grandmother's tight anus and, without saying a word, shoved them into her mouth. Eve looked in disbelief, although after what had just taken place, could she really be surprised her granddaughter liked eating shit. "Enjoying yourself, dear?" asked Eve.
"Yep," mumbled Zoe with her fingers still licking the last remnants of her gran's shit from her fingers.
Zoe then lowered herself to her grandmother's shit-stained ass and began licking the rest of the brown turf from her spinster.
Eve ran her hand through her sweaty bush and gently rubbed her now tender, sore clit. Once Zoe was done with the last of her shit licking, she sat up on the sofa next to her grandmother and took her nipple into her mouth. "So what are we going to do now, as mom and dad won't be here to pick me up for a while?" asked a shit-breathed Zoe after removing her mouth from Eve's tit.
"Oh, Granny can think of a few things," replied Eve with a wicked grin before engaging in a French kiss, in which she could taste her own shit and pussy juice at the same time. | null | null | Collections/Kristen's_Collection/www/62/aday.txt |
67,869 | Hornybunny | Zelda's Reward | Zelda sends her loftwing to deliver a letter and wake Link up. After waking him in an unusual way, Zelda gives him a reward and gets caught by Link. (MF, voy, 1st, mast, oral, beast, creampie, fantasy)
"Take this letter to Link and wake him up," Zelda says, holding up a letter to her loftwing. "I'll give you a reward when you get back," she says with a smile.
The bird takes flight, flies the short distance to Link's room, and pushes the window open. "What a slacker," he thinks, as he looks down at Link, still asleep.
"Oh Zelda, that feels good!" Link mumbles in his sleep, and the bird notices a swelling between his legs.
"Looks like he's enjoying this dream. I should wake him up," the big blue bird thinks, and starts to take a deep breath to squawk at him to wake him up. As he is about to squawk, he stops. "If I do this, Zelda might get angry at me," he thinks, and another idea crosses his mind. He gently exhales the lungful of air and leans forward. He nudges Link's hard cock a few times to see if Link will wake up. "I guess it'll take more than that," he thinks as he opens his beak and runs his tongue along Link's cock.
"Oh Zelda, suck harder," Link mumbles as the bird wraps his tongue around the human's cock and strokes it a few times.
"Wake up already," the bird thinks as he lowers his beak and gently closes it around the human's cock and sucks on it, making Link's hips buck a little.
"Oh Zelda," he groans, slowly opening his eyes as he feels the pressure building in his loins. "What the hell," he says, opening his eyes fully and seeing the bird sucking his cock.
"Oh fuck," he groans, bucking his hips with the first shot of cum into the bird's beak. He grunts with each blast as the bird swallows the cum until he feels the flow of cum slow and finally stop. "What a way to wake up," Link says, laying limp in his bed as the bird lets go of his softening cock and points at the letter next to Link.
"Come to my place...Zelda," the letter says, with the last line washed away.
"What does she want?" Link asks, looking at the bird. "And why did you wake me that way?" he asks, looking closely at the bird and sees some of his cum dripping down the bird's beak. He reaches up and wipes it away. "Let's keep this between you and me," he says, and the bird nods and takes flight again.
"I guess I should go see what she wants since I can't read the last line," he says, sitting up and still feeling a tingle in his balls.
He stands up and stretches and starts getting dressed. "Man, that dream was amazing. I was bending Zelda over her dresser and pounding away at her from behind while rubbing my thumb over her asshole," he says, pulling his pants up and feeling the tingle spread as he remembers the dream.
He leaves the academy and heads up to Zelda's room. "What does she want," he says again, not paying attention where he is going and bumping into a wall next to Zelda's door.
Just as he's about to knock on the door, he hears her talking. "Did you deliver the letter and wake him?" she says, and he hears a soft squawk. "Good, roll over and I'll give you the reward before Link comes in an hour," she says, and he hears the sound of something big and soft hitting the ground. He silently opens the door a crack and gasps, seeing Zelda standing there nude as the day she was born, and his cock instantly turns to steel.
He gasps again when he sees her kneel between the bird's legs and rub her hand over his cloacae vent, causing the bird to softly moan. "You like this?" she asks with a grin, as Link feels a drop of pre-cum drip from his cock. She leans forward and runs her tongue across the tip of his cock, making his head go limp as she feels his cock jerk and start to grow longer and thicker. "Looks like you really need this," she says, wrapping her fingers around his cock and stroking it a few times, making it reach its final foot-long size. "You may be tiny for a loftwing, but you're huge by human standards," she tells him as she takes the tip of his avian cock between her lips and sucks on it.
"What the hell!" Link thinks as he watches her sucking on her bird's cock and sees her slip a hand between her legs, making her moan around the cock.
"Okay, now I'm ready," she says after a few minutes of oral love. She stands up, goes to the bird's head, straddles it, lowers her wet pussy to his beak, and groans, feeling his long, flexible tongue lash across her pussy a few times. "Fuck yes!" she says, arching her back and grabbing her breasts as he drives his tongue into her pussy and wiggles it around like a worm, making her knees weak. She pinches and pulls on her nipples, increasing her pleasure until she clamps a hand over her mouth and grunts as she cums around the tongue. Spurt after spurt of girl cum covers his tongue and feathers, running down his tongue into his mouth, making his cock jerk and spit a rope of pre-cum across his belly feathers.
She takes a step back as he licks his beak, getting every drop of her sweet nectar he can, while she goes around his body and stands between his legs. "This always hurts a little at first," she mumbles as she crawls onto the bird's belly and straddles its cock, and with a groan, sinks the first few inches into her pussy. "Oh!" she moans, feeling the tip hitting her cervix and gritting her teeth as she bears down on it and feels the tip slide through her cervix and enter her womb. She keeps going down it until she's taken every inch of it and sighs, feeling the hot bird goo dripping into her deepest part.
"Okay, I'm okay," she says, leaning forward and raising her ass in the air until the tip of his cock is the only thing in her womb and slides back down, impaling herself on it again. She repeats the motion over and over, while Link watches from the hall, slowly stroking his cock. Several minutes pass as Zelda moves faster and faster, grinding her breasts against his feathery belly. "Cum in me. Give me your chicks," she says, rubbing him chest as she feels his cock swell.
He arches his back and bucks his hips into her as the first hot shot shoots through his cock and floods her womb. "Fuck yes!" she says, slowing her movements and flexing her inner muscles, so she can milk him of every drop he has. A full minute passes as her belly slowly swells with bird cum before his orgasm ends, and she lies on his belly, feeling his cock slowly starting to shrink and retract back into his body.
"That was amazing. I lost count of my orgasms," she says, rubbing his chest as his cock leaves her pussy, and a flood of bird cum runs from her pussy. She quickly slaps her hand over her pussy and grabs an empty glass on the table next to them. She presses the glass to her pussy and grunts as the cum drains into the glass. When most of it is gone and her belly is still swollen, she starts pressing on her belly, making cum spray from her pussy like it originally did from his cock.
"I love this part," she says, lifting the glass from her pussy and raising it to her lips and tips it back as the thick goo runs down the glass and between her lips. She swallows the first mouthful and is quickly followed by two more before she's licking the rim of the glass. "Tasty as always," she says, patting him as he rolls over and stands up, fluffing his feathers.
Outside the room, Link is biting his hand as he fights back his orgasm. A minute passes as she sits down in front of her mirror and licks her lips. "God, that bird cum tastes good," she says, starting to brush her hair.
Finally, Link, feeling his cock starting to soften, opens the door. "How about you try some of mine," he says, entering the room with a smile.
"Link, what are you doing here?" she asks, turning around and covering her breasts and well-fucked pussy.
"I got your letter and couldn't read the last part, so I came to ask what you wanted and found you giving your loftwing a reward for the letter and waking me," he tells her as he feels his cock starting to harden as she tries to hide her naked body.
"Well, I did want to have sex with you, but I was waiting for the right time. But I guess this will do," she tells him and lets her arms fall to her side with a smile. "Come and suck on my nipples. That's the one thing he can't do very well," she tells him.
He walks the short distance between them, lowers his head to her breasts, and takes a nipple between his lips and sucks on it. "My breasts are sensitive," she tells him as she wraps an arm around his head and groans, feeling him grab her other breast and squeeze it.
They spend a few minutes standing there, her moaning softly and him sucking her nipples and occasionally switching between them. "I can't take anymore," he says, pulling his lips off her breasts with a pop and standing up, showing her his bulging crotch.
"Just one thing, when you're about to cum, pull out and cum in my mouth. I want to taste it.""I'll finish you off with my breasts," she tells him as she opens his pants and pulls out his rock-hard cock and feels it throb in her palm. She quickly ducks down and licks the tip of it, cleaning off the pre-cum and savoring the taste as more appears and coats her tongue as she gently sucks on it, more teasing him than pleasuring him.
"Stop. I need to fuck you," he says, stepping back and pulling his cock from her mouth with a pop. "Bend over the dresser. I've fantasized about you bent over like that," he tells her, and she smiles and bends over her dresser.
"You can play with my ass, but don't put your cock in there. I've only had a finger or two," she tells him as she shakes her ass.
"Okay," he says, watching her ass shake side to side, and then steps up behind her. He runs a finger up her slit, collecting her pussy juice, and sucks on his finger. "Tasty," he mumbles as he lines his cock up with her pussy. Both of them groan as he slides into her hot, tight pussy. "How are you still tight after that bird cock was in you?" he asks, feeling her tighten around him and milk a large dollop of pre-cum from his cock.
"Exercise," she says, massaging his cock with her well-trained pussy muscles. "All princesses are trained to please men," she says and grunts as he pushes a finger into her asshole. "Yes, fuck me," she says, looking back at him and feeling him starting to fuck her.
He fucks her in and out as he works his finger in and out of her asshole and occasionally slapping her ass, making her yelp and groan as the handprint fades. He reaches around her, grabs her swinging breasts with his free hand, and squeezes it, making her pussy get even tighter around his cock.
"Fuck, I'm about to cum," he says, already turned on from watching her and her bird.
He rips his cock from her pussy and steps back as she drops to her knees in front of him and presses her breasts around his cock and strokes them up and down his cock. "Do it. Cum on me and feed me your hot cum," she says, looking up at him and drooling on his cock, making it easier to fuck her breasts.
"Here it comes," he groans, feeling the pressure build and finally explode. Shot after shot of cum sprays from his cock head. She lowers her head and takes it between her lips and sucks on it, drinking the cum like a fine wine. He grunts and jerks with each suck and shot until he feels the pleasure lessening until it stops, and she continues to gently nurse on his cock until it's fully soft and the last drops of cum land on her tongue.
"You taste just as good as my loftwing," she says, looking up at him and licking her lips as some of his cum runs down between her breasts.
"So how was it?" he asks as she stands up.
"I didn't cum yet," she says, looking him in the eyes.
"Get back up on the dresser," he tells her, and she grins as she hops up on the wooden dresser.
He kneels between her legs and runs his tongue from her asshole to her clit and back. He sucks her clit as he sinks two fingers into her asshole and pussy and saws them in and out. "Oh yes!" she says, putting her hand on his head and humping her pussy against his face and hands. He eats her for several minutes before he feels her grip on his head tighten and her pussy starts convulsing around his fingers.
"Oh god, that's good! Don't stop!" she says, grinding her pussy against his face until she goes limp, leaning against the wall as he slows his licks and kisses his way up her body until he's pressing his lips to hers and tasting his cum on her tongue and her tasting her pussy on his tongue.
"This won't be the last time," she says with a smile when they break the kiss.
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69,007 | Dakkar | Gloryhole Rape | Zack looked at the other four men around the table, sipping his beer. "I swear, if I ever get that bitch alone again," he said, "I'm gonna show her what happens to a cock-tease!"
"Fuck her," said Steve. "Fuck her AND her bitch mother. I hear that her husband left her way back when 'cause she'd only ever let him fuck her so that she could have a little bitch daughter all her own."
"Sounds right," said Dan. "Man, right on second base, and mom walks in on us... and Terry and her bitch mother are all smiling and laughing, and me with a hard-on that would break boards, man..."
Five men, all with the same story. A teasing little teenager, bringing them back home, getting them all hot and bothered, and then laughing as her mother came in, and threw them out, hard and wanting.
"Tell you something," said Brad, as he sipped his fifth beer, "we should do something about it."
They looked at each other, and started to smile. A plan started to form, and over the next few days, as the beer dissipated, the plan remained, and grew. Terry Smith and her bitch mother, Marian, were going to have a really bad day, really soon.
After a couple of weeks of preparation, the five conspirators were ready. Three of them put on ski masks and dark clothes, and waited at the Smith house. It was a nice, big place, purchased with the money Marion got from the divorce settlement. They'd watched it for over a week, getting the schedule down. Marion would come home from her office in the middle of the day, working very close. This time, when she pulled into her garage, however, three men ducked in behind her car as the garage door closed. They stayed low, so she couldn't see them... until it was too late. As she stepped out of the car, Steve stepped up, and before she could scream, he hit her in the stomach with the stun gun.
She collapsed to the hard concrete floor, body trembling from the pain, and the three men went to work. Taking her keys, they opened up her trunk, bound her wrists and ankles with rope, stuffed a rag into her mouth, and taped it in place with duct tape. Then they threw her in the trunk, and slammed it.
Half an hour later, after having themselves a nice lunch out of her refrigerator, Steve drove her car to the adult bookstore on the outskirts of town where they'd been making their preparations. One down, one to go!
Brad and Dan waited in the house. Terry would come home after school in the little red convertible her dad's money had bought her, park on the street, and come in the front door. Every day, like clockwork. Today was no exception, except that when she went to the kitchen, Brad and Dan were waiting in the pantry. She barely had time to yelp before she, too, was hit with the stun gun. Brad bound the chesty teenager while Dan went and got their car. They put her in the trunk, bound and gagged, in the garage, and then they carefully and casually drove to the bookstore. Fun time had arrived!
The doors of the adult bookstore were closed for a while, and the "Open" sign turned off. Marian, fully recovered by the time they took her out of the trunk, was kicking and screaming as she was brought in the back door, through the supply room, and into one of the video booths. Zack and Dan carried her in, laughing the whole time. No more ski masks. It wasn't going to matter if she recognized them.
In fact, it was great that she did.
Once in the booth, they forced her to the seat, and held the stun gun to her chest.
"Now stay the hell quiet," said Zack. He turned on the video screen, which wasn't showing the usual assortment of porn. What it showed was an overhead view into two booths, side by side, from a hidden camera in the ceiling. "If you make a sound, I swear to god I'll fry you with this thing."
Marian, remembering the pain of the stun gun, sat still, fuming. She watched the screen, looking around, occasionally, for her chance to escape.
On the screen, she saw three men bringing Terry into one of the booths! She started to protest through her gag, but Zack just prodded her in the tit with the prongs of the stun gun, and she quieted down, eyes wide. What were they going to do?
Terry struggled against her bonds, and the three men that held her, to no avail. She'd been tied very well. Brad and Steve held her down on her back on the bench in the booth, as Carl pulled a long knife, and started to cut away her clothes.
Marian's pleadings started again. Zack let them go on for a minute, kind of enjoying them, before he grabbed the front of Marian's blouse, ripped it open, and hit her on the bare flesh of her left tit, above her bra, with the stun gun. She doubled over, her scream cut off by the gag and the horrible tightness of her shocked muscles. When she was able to unbend again, Terry was naked and bound, her big tits jiggling as she struggled against the three attackers in her booth.
"It's time your daughter found out what happens to chicks to cock-tease all the time," said Zack. "And you too, for that matter."
They pulled the gag out of Terry's mouth, and she tried to bite Carl's hand as he did.
"You BASTARDS... let me GO... I SWEAR, I'll KILL YOU..." she was screaming, all anger and rage. Marian sat up proudly, her daughter wouldn't give in to these thugs!
Then, Steve grabbed Terry's head tightly, and dug his thumbs into the joint of her jaw, forcing her mouth wide open with the pressure and the pain. Brad forced a ring-gag into her mouth, behind her teeth, and strapped it cruelly tight to her head. Terry continued to scream, but with her mouth forced open, the words weren't making much sense any more.
Then, as Marian looked on, horrified, they forced Terry to her knees, and pressed her face against one wall of the booth. Looking more closely, she could see a hole in the wall of the booth, against which Terry's helplessly open mouth was forced. As Brad and Steve held her there, Carl strung rope through eye-rings on either side of the glory hole, and tied Terry's head tightly in place.
"That's a glory-hole," said Zack, as Marian's eyes filled with tears. "Know what one of those is for? I'll bet your high-falutin' lifestyle doesn't include stuff like that. Men take their pleasure through that hole, not that you'd know anything about men's pleasure. But you will, bitch. You and your daughter will."
Marian shook her head, clearing the tears out of her eyes, as she watched the three men in Terry's booth bind her even more tightly; wrists behind her back, ankles bound together, then ankles and wrists bound together. She was forced to kneel at the glory hole, unable to move her wide-open mouth even a centimeter away from it. Then, the three men left the booth. Marian feared they would go into the adjacent booth and take advantage of her daughter, but instead, she saw them coming into her own booth, less than a minute later.
"Here's the deal, mom," said Brad, as he stood in front of her. "Your daughter's going to learn a lot about pleasing a man, today. We don't care if you learn shit, but you need to be taught a lesson, don't you?" He reached down and ripped open her blouse the rest of the way, and dug her big fat tits out of her expensive lace bra. Marion started to struggle, but Zack put the tip of the stun gun directly against her nipple.
"You make a sound, a single fucking sound," he said, "and I'll go stuff this stun-gun up your daughter's cunt, and tape the trigger down. Got me?"
Marion, horrified, nodded. She sat there, passively, as the five men pulled and tore her clothes off, stripping her completely naked, ruining her thousand dollar outfit. She kept her eyes on the stun gun, and on the screen where Terry knelt, helpless, moaning and squirming. Brad unbound Marion's feet, and her back was forced to one wall of the booth. Zack and Carl pulled her ankles wide apart, as Brad held her shoulders against the wall. She felt the wood of the wall behind her, and an opening, which her ass was pressing against. She looked at Brad, eyes wide and pleading, shaking her head, but Brad only smiled.
Her widespread ankles were tied to eye-rings set in the wall, and they forced her to bend over. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her back, and then the bent her over further. As Brad held her down with a hand on the back of her neck, Dan knelt by her, reached around, and spread her ass-cheeks.She could feel the cool air on her exposed anus and started to struggle. They only held her more tightly as Dan ran rope through the eye-rings on either side of this glory hole and around her waist and thighs, forcing her asshole tightly to the glory hole. Then, Carl got under her bent-over form and began to wrap coils of rope around her dangling breasts, binding them tightly at the base, making them swell under her. The ends of the ropes were brought down to the floor and secured tightly in an eye-ring in the floor.
Then they grabbed her long hair, pulled her head far back, and tied her hair to one more eye-ring in the wall with one more length of rope. Her face was only a foot away from the video screen where Terry waited pensively, mouth to the wall.
Zack stroked Marian's naked body with the prongs of the stun gun, then Brad pulled the tape off of her mouth and pulled out the rag.
"Please," said Marian, the agony in her bound breasts dulling her thinking, "don't do this... please, you can do whatever you want with me, but not Terry... PLEASE!"
"Shouldn't have helped her tease all those cocks," said Carl, as he tweaked Marian's nipple. Marian shuddered, but didn't scream. She knew that if she screamed, she'd feel the stun gun again.
"It was all my idea... please, not her... she's all I've got, please don't do this to my little girl!"
The men looked back and forth to one another. "So," asked Zack, "is Terry still a virgin?"
"She... oh, god, don't," said Marian, shock setting in.
Brad slapped her lightly, knelt down to face her. "Is Terry a virgin?" he asked again. Zack reached under her with the stun gun and pressed the prongs to Marian's swollen nipples.
"Y-yes!" said Marian. "You... you can't take that from her, not like this... please... she's never even touched a man's penis before!"
"Well, she's gonna do a hell of a lot more than touch one, today," said Brad. He pulled out a good-sized cock gag and held it in front of Marian. "Open up, or we'll shock your tits."
Marian, crying almost uncontrollably, opened her mouth, and Brad forced the six-inch cock gag into her mouth, nearly choking her, the head of it resting just at the entrance of her throat. As he strapped it into place, she realized that if she relaxed, she wouldn't gag on it. Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes; she'd never sucked a cock before, not even a rubber one, and having this thing in her mouth, here, in front of these men she and her daughter had humiliated, was more than she could bear!
"Show time," said Zack. Brad, Carl, Dan, and Steve left the booth, and Zack knelt down next to Marian.
"You see, we've been setting this up for a while," he said. "Now, we're going to open the bookstore back up, and let all the regular customers come in. We've been telling them there would be a special surprise for them tonight. We even put ads on the Internet, so a hell of a lot of horny guys are going to come in, looking for some satisfaction."
Marian's eyes widened once more, and she started to gag on her protests as she shook her head. Zack kissed her on the cheek, chuckling.
"At some point tonight, me and all my friends are gonna take our turns, too. But I doubt you'll be able to tell when it's us."
He left her in the booth, alone, eyes locked on the screen, watching her daughter, who had no warning about what was about to happen.
As Marian watched, tears dripping down her cheeks, she heard the sounds of people coming into the store. She pulled at the bonds on her wrists and ankles, pulled up against the ropes on her tightly bound breasts, but there was no escaping. She watched Terry, saw her pulling at her own bonds, hoping against hope that she could get a hand free. She could hear Terry's moans across the store, and silently begged her to stop, to not draw any attention to herself. Marian would have tried to moan herself, to attract attention away from her precious daughter, but the cock-gag in her mouth denied her the opportunity.
As she watched her daughter struggle, she saw a man enter the booth next to Terry. Marian's throat constricted at the cock-gag as she tried to yell, to scream, to beg, to plead. The man bent down, looked into the hole, smiled, and stood up. As Marian watched, helplessly, the man opened up his pants, pulled out a five-inch cock, and stuck it through the hole in the thin veneer wall. Terry was caught completely by surprise and squealed loudly around it. The man grabbed a pair of handles that had been conveniently provided in that booth and started to shove his cock in and out of Terry's helpless mouth.
"Suck it, bitch!" he said. There was no sound from the video, but Marian could hear the words from the nearby booth. "Fucking whore, suck it!"
Marian wanted to close her eyes, but she found she couldn't. Maybe Terry would get away, maybe she could break free, but there she was, being brutally mouth-raped by this complete stranger. Terry's slim body writhed and squirmed, her ass swaying back and forth, as the cock slipped in and out, faster and faster. Marian's throat constricted in sympathy as she heard Terry gag on the cock, again and again.
The man's hips drove the cock brutally into Terry's mouth, until his body tensed up, and he moaned loudly. Marian almost threw up, realizing that the brute was cumming in her precious daughter's helpless mouth. The man pulled his softening cock out of Terry's mouth and tucked it away, as Terry gasped and coughed through the ring-gag.
Marian blinked the tears away as the man left the booth, and was immediately replaced by another. She recognized Zack, and she said silent prayers as Zack smiled up at the camera and flipped her the finger. Then he unzipped, pulled out a considerably larger cock than the last man's, and shoved it deep down Terry's helpless throat.
Marian was so intent on watching the video monitor that she didn't hear the sounds from the booth next to hers. She just felt something hot and slippery at her helplessly exposed anus. She tensed every muscle in her body, straining against the ropes, as the stranger behind her started to shove his hard cock into her, hard. She gasped through her nose as the head of it popped into her virgin shit-chute and screamed a muffled, choking scream around the cock-gag. She closed her eyes, the sounds of Terry gagging on Zack's huge cock filling her ears, and soon, the grunts and groans of the man behind her, as he slowly forced more of his big cock up her ass.
Marian's body trembled as the cock slowly forced its way in, her asshole squeezing down on it hot and tight. She tensed her every muscle, trying to expel the raping intruder, but that only seemed to excite the man inside of her. After what seemed like forever, she felt her ass-cheeks tickled by pubic hair, and the man's cock was entirely inside her. The burning agony of the anal rape tore through her body, and her spastic, gagging moans were totally insufficient, but the only noise she could squeeze out.
She opened her eyes again as the man left his cock there, feeling her heat and tightness. On the video screen, Zack was holding onto the handles and force-fucking Terry's helpless throat hard and fast, looking up into the camera as he did. He was smiling, an evil smile that seemed to say "you're next, bitch."
Then the man in Marian's ass started to fuck his big cock in and out, tearing her open. Even as tightly bound as it was, her body jerked back against the wall, time and again, as the cock dragged out of her rectum. Her big tits were yanked mercilessly as the cock pounded her violated hole, bringing even more pain.
She heard Zack's moans as he came in Terry's mouth, and watched as he very deliberately pulled his cock mostly out of her mouth and jacked the last few drops onto her tongue, forcing her to taste his cum. With a satisfied smile on his face, Zack zipped up his pants and left the booth, to be immediately replaced by another stranger.
The cock in Marian's ass pumped into her harder and faster. Tears of pain and humiliation spilled to the floor as her butt was used brutally. The man would pump hard, then slow down, pump hard, and then slow down. He was deliberately taking his time, making the horrible anal rape last, and last. Marian lost track of the number of times the cock was rammed into her helpless chute. She felt him drive in deep, hard, and then an odd warmth filled her ass. With disgust, she realized that the man had cum up her ass. Her eyes widened once more as the man's cock was slowly withdrawn, her tight anal rippling milking out every drop from the rapist. She felt his cum! They weren't wearing condoms, or anything! Even the men raping Terry's mouth weren't using rubbers!
She closed her eyes, body wracked with sobs, as the implications of multiple unprotected rapes lashed her mind. She heard the door to the booth behind her open and close, and wasn't that surprised when another cockhead was buttoned into her helpless, torn asshole. The pain wracked her again, causing her to jerk hard against her bonds, helpless, in agony.
She lost count of the number of men that used her and Terry, somewhere around ten or fifteen. She knew there were a lot more than that. The constant pain, the terror, and the humiliation took their toll; she passed out after an hour of the torment, which didn't stop the delighted bookstore patrons.
She woke up, muscles aching, scalp burning with the constant pull on her hair, breasts numb. She was still tied in the same place and the same position, but the rapes seemed to have stopped, at least for the moment. She looked at the screen, and to her terror, Terry was no longer there! Marian tried to scream for her, but the cock-gag prevented any but the most pitiful mewlings out of her mouth.Then, there was another pressure at her anus, but this one was different. Where the many cockheads that had pressed there were hard and soft at the same time, this one was only hard, unyielding. And it was HUGE! Her asshole, brutalized as it was, could offer no resistance as the vast intruder forced its way inside her.
Again, the gag prevented a full-throated scream. The thing pressed in, harder, and deeper, its length covered with sharp little nubs that bit into her flesh and scraped along her torn anal canal as it slipped in. In her pain-shrouded mind, Marian didn't realize that she was being fucked with a huge, knobbed dildo. She thought that she was in hell, and finally, Satan himself was raping her ass. Her mind started to come apart under the agony of the brutal dildo rape. It had to have been over a foot long, and wider by far than any of the cocks she'd been forced to take there. Once it was inside her, it rested there, and she slowly started to realize what was actually happening. "Please," she prayed, silently, "just let it stay there, please, don't let it fuck me!"
Her body quivered in helpless agony as the huge dildo started to slide in and out of her, tearing at the walls of her asshole, bringing blood and cum out with it with every stroke. Marian's eyes squeezed shut, her mind racing madly. The cocks that had raped her ass had left when they'd cum. When would this end? How could it end?
The dildo raping went on for a good long time, Marian couldn't tell how long. It seemed that it would be going on forever, when the monster was finally dragged out of her ass. She could feel cool air flowing much, much too far inside her, as her tortured anus refused to close, dripping blood and the cum of dozens of hard anal rapes. There was a shuffling of many feet from the room behind her, and the door opening, and closing.
Then the door of her own booth opened again, and Marian looked at the men standing in the door, hate in her eyes.
They looked at her, laughing, for a moment, then parted, revealing Terry. She was naked, her wrists tied behind her back, but there was a strap around her waist, and at her pelvis was mounted a huge, black rubber dildo, covered with knobs, dripping blood and cum.
"MOM!" she screamed, stepping into the room, and falling to her bruised and raw knees. "Mom, I didn't know! I didn't know you were here!" Her voice was hoarse and raw, her lips red and swollen from the vast number of oral rapes. "They told me... they told me if I did this, they'd let me go!"
Tears spilled down her cheeks, as she rested her face against her mother's. Zack and Brad stepped forward, took Terry by her shoulders, and lifted her to her feet.
"That was hot," said Carl. "So, Marian, is your daughter better at fucking your ass than we are? Be honest, now?"
The men laughed as Terry wailed in anguish. Four of the men took Terry away, leaving Dan with Marian.
"So, you want to go home, now?" he asked, holding her chin between thumb and forefinger. As best as she could, with her hair still bound, Marian nodded.
"Then you've got to do something for us." He untied Marian's hair, and unbound her tits, and helped her to stand up straight against the wall. Marian stretched her muscles, grateful that the anal raping was over. Dan untied her ankles, and helped her sit down, carefully, on the bench. Her ass was burning and bleeding, sitting was hard, but it was a vast relief to take the strain off of her legs.
She looked at him, expectantly, terror in her eyes, gag still in her mouth. Dan pulled a gun out of the back of his waistband, and her eyes widened even more.
"We could kill you both," he said, "and no one would know. None of the guys that fucked you two, today, know what you looked like. We could make you disappear, and no one would ever know. Got me?"
Marian nodded.
"Now, my four friends are tying your daughter down to a cot in the back room. We've all cum four or five times, now, and we don't really want to screw you two whores any more. But Terry's still a virgin, and she doesn't deserve it. She's way too good at being a cock-tease to be a virgin."
Marian could tell what was coming, and her heart dropped into her stomach. Dan ran the tip of the gun barrel around her swollen nipples.
"So we're gonna take you to her, and give you the strap-on that we let her use on you, and you're gonna take her cherry. But none of this gentle 'mommy-daughter' crap. You're gonna call her a slut and a whore and you're gonna make her think that you WANT to rape her, that she's a dirty little fucking bitch and that she deserves it."
Dan held the gun to Marian's temple. "And if you're not convincing, you and Terry go away. In a long, slow, nasty way, forever. Got me?"
Marian's mind rebelled at the suggestion, at the horror of it, but she realized she had no choice. These men could do whatever they wanted to them, she had to take the chance, however small, however painful, to save her and her daughter's life.
Dan took the gag off of Marian, who remained silent. She'd learned her lesson.
"Good girl," said Dan. "Now, let's go take Terry's cherry."
Dan helped the shaky Marian to her feet, untying her hands.
"Just remember, you try anything," he said "and it's all over for you and your little bitch."
"I-I know," said Marian, through bitter tears. Dan led her to the supply room in back, where Terry was laying on her back on a thin cot, her arms and legs spread out wide, and tied underneath. She looked up at her mother with tears in her eyes, as the four other conspirators smiled and laughed among themselves.
"Mom-oh, god, mom, I'm so sorry... I didn't know it was you!"
Zack stepped up to Marian, and handed her the monstrous strap-on, still glistening with her blood and the cum of uncounted rapists. She started to protest, not this, anything but this, but the memory of the gun in the hands of the man behind her stopped her. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, as she strapped on the monstrous thing.
"Mom, what-what are you doing?" asked Terry, as Marian approached her. "You...you can't!"
"Shut up, you little bitch," said Marian, hoping she sounded convincing. "You deserve this!"
She got on top of her virgin daughter, poising the head of the dildo at Terry's untouched pussy lips. Terry's widespread thighs quivered with the effort of trying to pull them closed.
"God, no... please, I'm sorry... I'm SO sorry!" squealed Terry, her eyes locked on the monstrosity pressing at her cunt. "I swear, I'll be good mommy, no please!"
Marian almost cracked. Only the sure knowledge that she and her daughter would both be killed if she didn't continue drove her on. She carefully guided the head of the monster dildo to her daughter's virgin opening, and started to thrust into her.
"NO... MOMMY... IT HURTS!!" screamed Terry, as the head started to enter her. Marian paused, and slapped her.
"Listen, you little bitch," she said, her teeth clenched, "just shut up and take it." She hated herself more with every word, but what choice did she have? Then, she put her weight down on her hips, and the monstrous, knobbed dildo inched deeper into her daughter.
"DON'T... please, not that... don't take it... NO!!" screamed Terry, as she felt the huge, stretching invader hit her precious maidenhead. "Mom... you said I had to stay a virgin-why are you DOING THIS TO ME?"
"Why do you THINK, you little BITCH?" asked Marian, tears in her eyes. It actually did make her a little angry, that after all they'd gone through today, she didn't realize that Marian was being forced into this act. A little anger was all it took, she thrust her hips forward, and the dildo ripped through Terry's virginity painfully.
Terry could only scream as Marian buried the rest of the dildo up her hot, tight pussy; scream and thrash her head about, her young breasts jiggling from the effort. Marian started fucking her with brutal strokes; the harder she went, the faster these men would let them go.
The conspirators smiled and laughed, commenting on Marian's style and technique as she brutally dildo-raped her daughter, until Marian's legs, trembling from the exertion and stress of the day, gave out on her, and she could no longer go. Terry wept and screamed in her mother's ear, and the five conspirators stepped forward and pulled them apart, the dildo glistening with fresh virgin blood as it popped free of Terry's violated hole.
Marian, helpless with exhaustion, fatigue, and pain, sat next to her bound, raped daughter, weeping.
"Just so you know," said Zack, "We've been taping this whole thing. We got some good stuff, too. We're going to be jacking off to you two whores raping each other for a good, long time."
"You bastards," said Marian, breathing heavily.
"Now, you get any funny ideas, like going to the cops or anything," said Brad, "and we'll put you two all over the Internet, and send daddy's lawyers a few copies of you raping your little girl. Won't that be fun?"
"You-you can't!" said Marian, as Terry continued to cry.
"You just go on home," said Carl. "It's gonna be a long time before you two get off on cock-teasing again."
They untied Terry, dragged the two women out back, threw them, naked, into Marian's car, and left them there.
The five watched as, eventually, they drove off.
"Gonna do 'em again?" asked Steve, as he popped the top on a beer.
"Don't see why not," said Brad. "Give 'em a week or two to recover, and bring 'em back. And see if Terry's got any cute friends."
"Right on," said Dan. "Let's go watch the tape. I wanna see the look on her face when I'm fucking her ass."
(End)The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape, or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. | null | null | Collections/Kristen's_Collection/www/06/gloryhol.txt |
71,212 | Taj | Zeba | Zeba is the name of my wonderful Bibi. She is Oudhi, highly intelligent and creative. We met before our marriage, and I immediately started courting her. I was ecstatic when she accepted my marriage proposal. It was only after our marriage that I met another man from her mohalla who told me that my Bibi was not a virgin and had several Yars. In fact, he said she had only Shudra Yars and rejected fair-skinned boys.
I challenged her about the subject. To my surprise, she was very open about it and admitted that she had Kalloo Yars (black lovers). Needless to say, I was not pleased. I pushed her to tell me why only Shudra men. She said that there was "no way your small and effeminate Safedoo Lunds can compare with those big manly Kala Shudra Lunds. And you Safedoos know it!"
Boy, that made me feel so small down there, and I was sorry I asked, so I really shut up after that. But I had unwittingly opened the darwaza to a storm.
Without asking her, she started telling me how she loved the long nights of slowly being copulated by a muscular Shudra Goonda with a one-foot-long Kala Shudra Lund. She said all her Shudra Yars were all real muscle-men. She said that no Kala she had mated with had less than a ten anguli Lund. This was twice as large as my own five anguli Aryan Lund. She told me that she was famous for only entertaining Shudra Goondas with huge Kala Lunds. Known for rejecting the advances of fair men, she informed me that that is why none of the boys from her mohalla dared to marry her. "Let us see if you are man enough to handle this," she said.
That night when she was slowly jerking my Lund, she said, "Surely, you have such a small Lund." Then she told me that there was no way I could compare with her big Lund Shudra Goondas. Holding and squeezing my shaft, she said, "I am not joking. The Kala Shudra Goondas I have been with have much bigger Lunds than you." Under the impact of her taunts, my small Aryan Lund contracted to the size of a rupee coin, and I retreated in defeat, feeling like a loser. When I backed off, she laughed cruelly.
It took me a few days to become used to her taunting and be able to sustain an erection during her insults. Perhaps my lust had just built up so that her insults became immaterial. One night I was able to finally insert my Lund inside her. But her constant taunts and insults made me climax very soon.
From that night on, it only became worse. She gave a nickname to my Lund, calling it "Kukh," which is "worm" in Persian. The reason for this name, she told me, was because "Ganga Kukh (Ganges worm)" was the nickname given in her mohalla to the penises of fair Aryan boys, while "Telingana Black Snake" and "Malabar Black Snake" were the nicknames given to the penis of Shudra Goondas. Even her mohalla boys used these words. This was to emphasize the racial difference in penis size. Boy, this made me feel so small.
She would reach down to grab my Lund. "This is it? This is all you have got?" she would taunt.
Even when I was totally ensheathed inside of her juicy Aryani Fuddi, she would tell me that I had no impact on her body.
"I can barely feel your Kookhoo Lund," she would tell me. "Really, you have such a small Lund."
I would be pumping away on top of her, and she would look into my eyes and say, "This would be so much better if you had a bigger Lund."
She would often stop me in the middle of my act and force me to pull out. She would then make me masturbate using her dainty feet. She says this is my punishment for having such a small Lund.
It was only a matter of time, I suppose. She started again visiting Shudra Goondas in the Shudra mohalla. Now she spends every second night with her big-Lund Shudra Goondas in the Shudra mohalla. She uses a special plug to close her Fuddi so that she brings home all their Thook. After she returns, she pulls out the plug and forces me to chuso her Fuddi. I do it because otherwise, she will not let me mate with her.
The End | null | null | Collections/mughal/www/qarn/qarn_001.1xx/qarn_001.100_zeba.txt |
71,229 | Nawabzada Nang-ood-Deen Khan Lahori "Naqli Telingani" | Entertaining Nizam's Telinga | Zahid Beg was a prominent courtier at the esteemed court of the Timurid Khaleefa, Akbar the Great.
One day, the wealthy Nizam of Hyderabad arrived, along with his Lashkar General and his retinue. Now, the Lashkars of the Deccani Sultanates and Nizamates were traditionally dominated by Dravidian Shudras, who were prized on account of their reputation for physical strength. The General was, like most of the Deccan Lashkaris, of Dravidian Shudra stock. A massively muscled Kala Telinga (black Telugu) warrior, the very sight of him intimidated most of the Delhvi courtiers.
The Shahanshah decided to entertain the Nizam himself and was searching amongst the courtiers to select one who would entertain the Telinga General. At this, the Brahmin Wazir, Birbal, then advised the Khaleefa not to let the Brahmin courtiers entertain the Telinga, on account of the caste restrictions of Manu Varna-Ashrama-Dharma in the Brahmanical religion. Akbar then inquired whether the Rajput courtiers, having hailed in ancient times from the Iran of the Sassanids, could entertain the Telinga or not. The Brahmin Wazir then informed the Shahanshah that the caste restrictions of the Rajput Saura (Sun-worship) religion also forbade Rajputs from entertaining Shudras. Zahid heard Birbal advise Akbar to "let Zahid entertain the Nizam's body-guard". Then Zahid heard the Brahmin Wazir, who hailed from Kashmir, lower his voice and whisper, "And besides, we all know how *divani* (crazy) those Punjabi women are for those Kalloo Shudra Lunds (blackie Shudra penises)". Both laughed heartily while Zahid felt himself blush.
"Have your Bibi dressed nicely and all ready and garm (hot) for me," the Telinga told Zahid.
"I like my Safedi Haramzadis to wear tight shalwar kameez," he said.
Zahid did not know what to tell his Bibi Farida, so he told her nothing. Hence, she dressed in a loose black burqa, as was customary when having male visitors.
When the Telinga arrived, he was unhappy. He ordered her to wear tight shalwar kameez. She looked at Zahid, as if waiting for his approval.
"Go and dress as he says," said Zahid meekly. His Bibi looked at him with surprise, but then she understood who was the real man.
When she came back, he was happy.
While the Telinga was enjoying the biryani served, he constantly ogled Zahid's Bibi.
Then the Telinga started telling penis size jokes.
"You know why our country called Telingana, Bibi?" the Telinga asked the Begum.
"No," she replied.
"Telingana comes from Tri-Linga-na, which means Three-Penis-Land, because the average Telingana penis is three times the average!" he said. Farida laughed lightly at this joke.
Like this, the Telinga continued to tell Shudra Penis Size jokes, which emphasized the large size of the Shudra penis and demeaned the size of the Aryan penis. Punjabi organs were called "Punjabi worms" or "Lahori worms", while Dravidian organs were called "Telingana Black Snakes" and "Malabar Black Snakes" in these jokes. Zahid Beg realized this was part of the Telinga's plan of seducing his own Bibi. He knew that the jokes were having the effect they were intended to have: to make the targeted Bibi garm, and to demoralize him, the Showhar (husband) in the way. What hurt Zahid most was that Farida was actually beginning to laugh at his jokes, implicitly accepting their message of demeaning Aryan penis size.
Then he told her to dance in front of him. She looked at Zahid, but he did not dare say anything. She could tell from the look on his face that he was a crushed man.
The moment the Telinga held Farida Bibi, Zahid stood up and objected. "Stop it now!" he cried.
This was a mistake. The Telinga turned around and moved towards him. He gradually pushed Zahid to the side of the room. Soon, the Telinga fighter had muscled him into a corner. Pressed into the corner by the Telinga's entire body, Zahid was unable to move. The Telinga only let him move out of the corner after he had kissed his wide black chest.
"Kiss my feet to show your Bibi who is the Huzoor (master)," the Telinga said.
Swallowing his pride, Zahid then knelt down in shame and meekly kissed the Dravidian fighter's black feet.
"Give any more trouble, I make you into a Gandoo," hissed the Telinga. Then he went back to Farida and started to fondle and grope her.
Zahid felt his heart melt when the Telinga kissed his Bibi. And to Zahid's shame, she was kissing him back.
Then the Telinga took Farida's fair hand and pushed it onto his groin region. Farida's eyes opened wide in surprise, and she stared at the Telinga's ugly black face as she smiled at him. Zahid knew from her reaction that she was very happy with what she had found there.
He watched, powerless, as his eager Bibi untied his pyjama string. He intensely feared the size of what she would find there. He had seen some Shudra Lunds in the pornographic books he had secretly read as a boy, and of course remembered some of the nasty jokes the Telinga himself had told. When she pulled down his Lashkar pyjamas, his worst nightmares came true right then and there. There, dangling from the Dravidian warrior's groin was the largest, the blackest, the most awe-inspiring, and intimidating set of male genitals either Zahid or Farida had seen. Worst of all, the Telinga's big black Lund was uncircumcised, his thick black Kaffir foreskin hanging over the large black Topi (glans).
Zahid compared the size of the Telinga's enormous black Dravidian Telugu penis to his own pink Punjabi Aryan penis. There was no denying that his Lund was dwarfed by the much larger black Shudra weapon. It was only five inches long when fully erect, and was less than half the size of that Dravidian fighter's, even though his was still soft. Under this realization, Zahid felt his small white Punjabi Soo-soo (pisser) shrivel up and contract to the puny size of a pebble under his pyjamas. While he did not know it then, but he was to suffer from Shudra Penis Envy and an Aryan Penis Size Inferiority Complex for the rest of his life.
He realized that this was the reason that the Kashmiri Brahmin Wazir, Birbal, did not want any of the Brahmin and Rajput courtiers to entertain the Telinga, but had specially selected a Punjabi like him.
What inspired such defeat and humiliation for Zahid, however, was the cause of much excitement and exhilaration for Farida Bibi. She had never seen a masculine organ even half as big. Unknown to her Showhar, she and the other court ladies secretly talked about the Lund size of the Shudras, and were well educated on the difference in penis size.
Zahid looked at Farida's awe-struck face, and knew that his Bibi would always consider his own penis small from then on.
The Telinga smiled in triumph.
"What is wrong, Farida Bibi?" he asked sneeringly."Your husband's little white Punjabi worm not this big?"
"No," said Farida.
"Why? How small is your husband's Kotak Punjabi Doodool (dwarf Punjabi pisser)?" he continued.
Farida held up her hand and stretched out her smallest finger. At this, the Telinga laughed loudly and looked at Zahid. Zahid felt like a defeated man, smarting under his own wife's insult. She was exaggerating somewhat, because his fair Punjabi Lund did grow to four angulis (inches) when fully erect, making it somewhat bigger than his little finger. Yes, but when soft, he did sometimes shrink back to that size, like it was at that time, shriveled up to the size of a rupee coin. Well, he consoled himself, at least it was soft under his pyjama, so that Farida could not really compare sizes. Maybe she would forget after some time, he reasoned.
His reasoning was soon to be shattered.
"Come here, Zahid," the Telinga ordered.
"Come and show your wife your short white Punjabi worm. I want your wife to measure our Lunds, so you both never forget how much bigger us Telingas are," he said.
Zahid had no choice. He pulled off his pyjamas and moved over to the Telinga. His puny fair Punjabi organ looked very small and pathetic next to the huge, one-foot-long, black Dravidian Shudra woman-pleaser. And he was conscious that his skinny Nawabi body looked fair and effeminate next to the Telinga's muscular, hyper-masculine black Shudra frame. The sense of physical inferiority, coupled with a penis size inferiority complex, ensured that Zahid's fair Punjabi Lund remained at its small state. So much so that, even when Farida Bibi tried to help him by pulling on it, it quickly contracted back to its tiny state. By contrast, when Farida stroked the Telinga's big black penis, it grew even bigger. So when Farida measured, he only numbered two angulis, as compared to the Shudra warrior's proud twelve angulis (inches). Even on his best day, he measured only four angulis when totally erect, so Zahid knew he was less than half the man that the Telinga was. He really wished he was a Shudra man at that moment.
Then the Telinga made Farida suck on Zahid's little white lund till it was hard. Then he made him stand next to him. With that, Zahid's fair small four-inch Punjabi organ was lined up next to the Telinga's twelve-inch big black Dravidian organ.
"Now, my Begum, choose!" he ordered.
Without saying a word and without hesitating, she started to suck on the Telinga's big black Shudra Lund. Zahid slunk back to a corner in defeat, and felt his Lund shrivel up again.
Then Farida Bibi lay back on the divan and spread her legs. Zahid knew that, once that Shudra super-penis had entered his Bibi, she would never be the same again. But he was powerless to stop her.
When the Telinga inserted his big black Dravidian Shudra Lund into his fair Punjabi Bibi, Zahid felt like a total loser.
The Telinga thus mated with Farida the whole night.
When he then left with the Nizam and returned to Hyderabad, Zahid found that his Bibi still craved Shudras. | null | null | Collections/mughal/www/qarn/qarn_001.1xx/qarn_001.103_Entertaining_Nizams_Telinga.txt |
71,547 | Padshahi Begum Sufiya Sultana | The Dravidianization of Zeba Bibi | Zeba Bibi had been married to her Oudhi Showhar for seven years when it happened. With large buttocks, heavy breasts, and thick legs, she always received attention from men, who were constantly falling madly in love with her. However, being a modest Bibi, she had always rebuffed all suitors.
That was until Digal started to court her. Digal was no ordinary man. He was a Shudra Bull - well over six feet, extremely muscular and very heavily-set.
She noticed Digal staring at her large buttocks or her heavy breasts. But he never approached her while she was with her Showhar. However, when they were separated even for a short while, he became more and more aggressive.
He would compliment her body. He also told her, "You've been built for a Shudra Lund."
One day at the bazaar, Tahir went into a shop for some time. Digal, who had followed them, became very brave and grabbed her Nabur (buttocks) when he thought nobody was looking. Zeba was offended and hit him, but this only made him laugh and try to grab some more.
The next day, Tahir was late for work. Zeba prepared his lunch while he bathed and dressed for work. When he was ready, they kissed, and she watched him from the darwaza.
With Tahir gone, she went to take a bath.
Just as the Oudhi Bibi stepped out of the bath, she heard a loud knock on the front darwaza (door). Wrapping a towel around her body, she went to the darwaza and opened it. She was shocked when she saw who was there.
Standing in front of her darwaza was Digal, wearing only tight khaki trousers.
"I saw your dumb Oolloo Safedoo leave," he said.
Silent, Zeba stood her ground as the intimidating Shudra Goonda came closer.
"I want to come in and make you an Orat with my big Kala Shudra Lund," he hissed.
"I cannot," replied Zeba.
With that, he became really aggressive and said, "If you don't let me in, I'll tell Tahir you let me touch your Popo in the bazaar!"
Zeba froze in shock. Still uncertain, she did step back, letting him in. She hoped that nobody saw him come in.
The Shudra Goonda immediately followed her until he had trapped her in a corner in the living room. Embracing her, he pushed his hands on her large Nabur. She still tried to get away, so he was only able to kiss her cheeks and not her lips.
"You need a big Kala Shudra Lund, Bibi. Not some Chota Safed Soo-soo," he said.
Then he pulled down his trousers to show Zeba the full size of his genitals. She gasped in shock.
"Ya Allah!" she gasped when she saw his huge black Shudra genitals. Digal's big black Shudra Lund was still soft, but was almost one qadam long. Meanwhile, his Dravidian testicles hung low and were the size of oranges, clearly containing much more Thook than Tahir's much smaller nut-sized testicles. This sight wore down her resistance.
Slowly, she knelt down and began to mouth his Shudra Lund. She bobbed her head up and down on his Lund as he called her his "Oudhi Haramzadi" and his "Musulmani Fuddi".
Zeba tried to fit as much of him in her mouth as she could. She moved her lips up and down the huge Dravidian Orat-pleaser hungrily.
"Going to bokk you on your Showhar's bed," he said. With that, he pulled Zeba to Tahir's bedroom and told her to lay back.
Laying back, she spread her legs. Digal went on top of her and inserted his organ into her Fuddi.
She was in total ecstasy as she felt him in deep areas of her Fuddi which had never been touched before.
Now, whenever Tahir had bokked her, she had never felt his nut-sized testicles touch against her buttocks. But when Digal bokked her, she could feel his heavy Dravidian testicles slap against her buttocks.
Then she felt a huge explosion. Zeba was surprised when she squirted all over Digal.
He pulled out a short distance and then went in again, balls deep into her Fuddi.
"You know, I bragged to all the other Shudra Goondas that I'll become your Shudra Bull soon," he boasted.
"I knew you will be mine when I first saw your big Popo!"
She screamed out loud as she felt her body shudder.
"Ya Allah!" she shouted.
Zeba had never squirted before, and trembled.
She felt his Lund become rigid and spasm as he shot his Thook into her Fuddi. At the same time, Zeba had a violent climax. Digal climaxed inside of her Fuddi.
They mated for a total of three times before he left.
Zeba hurried up and cleaned the living room and the bedroom before Tahir came back home from work.
After a while, Tahir entered the mahal and the house was clean. As she had dinner with Tahir, she hoped that she was not pregnant by Digal.
Later, Zeba slept with Tahir. Playing with his little Lund felt so much different from playing with Digal's big monstrosity. She was disappointed to find that his five-anguli Aryan Zubb could no longer provide her Fuddi the friction necessary for orgasm. She had been totally Dravidianized, she thought.
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71,551 | Nizami Begum Neelofar Khanum Hyderabadi | Zeba's Malabari Hero | Zeba is a very beautiful Ashrafi Bibi. She is happily married to Javad. However, there is one fact which her husband Javad does not know about her. That is that she is very fond of wrestling. She did not tell him because she knew that the fair-skinned males of the mohalla did not like their Aurats to visit the wrestling grounds, because it was the black-skinned Dravidian Malabari Shudra men who dominated the wrestling matches. She and the other mohalla Bibis knew that the Sahibs were intimidated by Shudra men, and did not want their Aurats to lust after the Kalloos.
One day she went to the wrestling grounds. After the match, she went to a dhaba where Bibis went to meet their heroes. There she met Selvan, one of her heroes.
"You are my hero," she told Selvan Malabari.
"We can go to my house. I live just a short distance away."
Selvan looked at Zeba and smiled. Zeba felt her heart pounding even more as he looked at her.
They entered the mahal a short while later.
"This is where I live," Zeba told Selvan.
"Alone?" asked Selvan.
"No, I live here with my Showhar. But he is not here. He won't be home till late at night," said Zeba. She could not believe she had actually told him that.
"I see," said Selvan.
As Zeba went down to her knees between his legs, Selvan untied his pyjamas.
Zeba helped him pull down his lungi. As she looked up, she saw his huge black Shudra Lund.
Her eyes flew wide open. She could not believe what she saw.
"Ya Allah, it is so big!" exclaimed Zeba.
Selvan grinned.
She looked up at Selvan, and then reached over with her hand. As she gripped his big black Shudra penis with her white Aryan fingers, she noticed that she could not even get her fingers around it. It was just so fat.
Then she slowly started to stroke it.
"It is so much bigger and better than my Showhar's," Zeba told Selvan.
"Have you ever chusoed a Kalloo before?" he asked.
"No, I have never ever even seen a Kala Shudra Lund before," he replied.
She slowly leaned forward. Then she stuck out her Zaban and licked the tip of his Lund. Then she opened her mouth and slowly took his entire cockhead in between her lips. She used her tongue as she began to suck on his thick black cock.
"Yes," he grunted.
Zeba tried to get as much of it into her mouth as she could. And she almost got half of his length inside of her, before she started to gag.
Then she started to bob her head up and down.
Then they made love.
Just then Javad walked into the room. He saw the Malabari wrestler's one-foot long Dravidian Lund. Realizing that his own five-anguli (five inch) Aryan Lund was much, much smaller than the Malabari wrestler's big Kala Shudra Lund, his own Lund contracted to the size of a pebble. As his manhood slipped away, Javad slowly moved back. Scared that the fearsome Malabari would beat him, Javad retreated and then left the house.
Zeba felt the long black Dravidian Malabari Lund shoot its Thook all the way inside of her.
As the days passed, Javad started to pay much more attention to his Bibi.
He did not know who the father was. But he knew that the Malabari had a better chance than him. Javad knew that the bigger and better Shudra Goonda's Lund had a much better chance of impregnating his Bibi than himself.
A few months later, Zeba gave birth to a healthy black Bacha. Of course, Javad was humiliated. But he soon accepted it, and eventually raised the baby as his own.
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71,590 | Padshahi Begum Sufiya Sultana | Dravidianization at the Lakhnau Wrestling Ground | Zeba grew up as an Ashrafi Aryan girl in Oudh. As a young girl, she had no freedom as her parents were anxious to preserve her virginity. However, after her marriage, she found that she had much freedom. She made friends with several of the mohalla Bibis (wives).
FIRST VISIT
One day, one of the Bibis suggested, "Let us go to the wrestling ground!"
One of the Bibis turned to Zeba and said, "Don't tell your Showhar, Zeba, that you are going to the wrestling match. Our Safedoo Sahibs become so jealous when they hear we go to the wrestling ground! So make sure you wear your burqas (veils). Tell him you went to the bazaar." The other Bibis laughed.
She did not understand why the fair Sahibs should become jealous. But in any case, she agreed.
She was nervous as it was her first time at the wrestling ground. She was surprised to see that the wrestlers were almost nangoo (naked), wearing only tight lungis around their waists. She had never seen so many men with their bare bodies showing like that.
What was more surprising for her, however, was that most of the wrestlers were Kala. She came to know that they were called "Malabars," probably because they had been brought from the Dravidian lands, she wondered. She noticed that the Dravidian Malabari wrestlers were extremely well-muscled and physically much better built than the males of her own mohalla.
Then a Malabari fighter defeated a Punjabi Pehelvan. She then understood what the other Bibis had meant by jealousy. The Malabars were stronger than the Aryans.
At the end of the matches, some of the Bibis returned with her to their own mohalla. However, Zeba noticed that some Bibis went to a dhaba near the ground, which was also frequented by the Dravidian wrestlers. Maybe they have gone there to talk to their Malabari heroes, she wondered. They would get a closer look at their large black Shudra muscles and then no doubt go back home a little later. Zeba snickered at how naughty some of the mohalla Bibis were, ogling at the large black muscles of those Malabar wrestlers. She felt naughty herself, for having caught several glances at their strong black bodies.
At home, her Showhar asked her where she had been. She was about to tell him she had gone to the wrestling grounds when she remembered the warning of the other Bibis. "To the bazaar," she replied as she took off her anonymizing burqa. She was herself surprised at having told a lie so easily. She was not used to lying, so she felt somewhat ashamed of what she had just done.
Later at night, when she went to bed with her Showhar, she found herself comparing her Sahib to the Malabaris. She thought that he looked so weak compared to them, but then quickly banished such shameful thoughts. However, as her Showhar made love to her, she could not stop herself from thinking about the muscly black Dravidian fighters she had seen earlier during the day. Ultimately, she had a big orgasm as she pretended that her Showhar was one of those stout Kala Shudra wrestlers.
SECOND VISIT
After a few days, she again went to the wrestling ground with her friends. She noticed that the Bibis were clearly very interested in the Malabar wrestlers.
One of the Bibis, Farida, was ogling a particularly well-muscled Dravidian wrestler. Anxious, she asked another Bibi Mumtaz, "Have you ever thought what it would be like to be with that lovely Malabar?"
The other Bibi Mumtaz looked at him and said, "With a body like that, he is every Aurat's dream!"
Farida laughed and said, "You know what they say about Dravidian men, don't you?"
Mumtaz gave a wicked laugh and held her fair hands a foot apart. Several Bibis burst into laughter. But Zeba did not understand what the Bibis meant.
"I would sure love to be bokked (copulated) by one of those muscly Kala Malabars," said one Bibi hoarsely.
Zeba was disgusted. These were the aristocratic, Ashrafi Bibis, Banus and Begums from the glorious lands of Iran, Rajputana and the sacred land of Arabia, the choicest and most elegant of the Aurats of the Punjab, Oudh, Rajputana, Kashmir and Bengal, the mothers and sisters of scholars, poets and kings. Yet, these fair-skinned Aryan Bibis and Begums were lusting after the strange and ugly black-skinned men of a Dravidian race! Yes, Zeba Bibi herself had dreamed about those Malabars at night, but that was in silence! The wantonness of the Bibis offended her.
Then another fight started, this time between a Punjabi Pehelvan and a Malabari wrestler.
Zeba noticed that another strange thing happened. For some reason, the organizers seemed to regularly pair a fair fighter against the black muscle-men. They did this even though she found that the fair Pehelvans were almost always defeated by the more muscular and more aggressive Kalas. It was only a few muscular Pathan Jihadis who were able to hold their own, and occasionally defeat the Malabaris. Zeba wondered why, and then noticed that perhaps the answer lay with the audience.
The audience was always more animated when such fights occurred. She saw that the audience was also polarized when such fights occurred. The men of course were separate from the women, but the lowly Shudras were also separated from the fair Ashrafis. The fair Sahibs always supported the fair Punjabi or Pathan Pehelvans. On the other hand, the Aryani Bibis, and both Shudra males and females in the audience supported the Malabaris. The Bibis also roared much more loudly when a Kala Malabari was fighting a Safed northern Aryan Pehelvan. She could see that they were much happier when a Malabari defeated a Punjabi Pehelvan than when just two Dravidians fought. For some reason, humbling the fair Sahibs of their own race was eminently satisfying to the Bibis. She could see some of the fair Sahibs in the audience cheering the Safedoos. In the rare event that the Pehelvan won, the fair Sahibs were elated and happy, as if they had proven their own manhood in front of their Bibis. But then she noticed the crushed look on their faces when the Malabaris won, and the triumphant cries of exuberance from the Bibis. And whenever such fights occurred, the Bibis also made racially charged comments. They denigrated the Aryan fighters, and praised the Shudras.
During the fight, one of the Bibis started praising the physical strength of the Malabars.
"Those Malabars sure have big muscles," Zeba heard one Bibi say. "Much stronger than our Safedoo Oudhi Sahibs."
"The best thing is their love muscle is also bigger," replied another Bibi, and the other Bibis laughed.
Zeba felt awkward as she heard the Bibi say "love muscle." She knew that that could only refer to the penis. But what the Bibi said seemed to make sense. The Dravidians were in fact more muscular than the Aryans, and it seemed logical to then assume that the love muscle would also be larger.Zeba felt dizzy when she realized this.
When it was evening, the matches were over and some of the Bibis started to go home. Zeba noticed that once again a few Bibis went to the dhaba.
As the match neared the end, she wondered. What was it that she had meant? The Bibi had seemed to imply that a fair-skinned Lund was somehow smaller and less satisfying. But then maybe she meant something else by "love muscle." These thoughts haunted her.
Her questions were soon answered. This time when she left the ground with her friends, she once again found some Bibis staying behind and going to the dhaba.
As she listened, she heard one of the Bibis ask Mumtaz if she wanted to come home to their mohalla or stay behind. Mumtaz laughed and then said, "My Showhar's little white Lund just could not do the job last night. So I will need a nice big Kala Shudra Lund to satisfy me! I am staying behind!"
The words "little white Lund" continued to echo in her ears as she walked back to her mohalla with the other Bibis. She was curious at what those Bibis who stayed back did. She was increasingly beginning to suspect that it was not just talking to those Malabari heroes and looking at their muscles. She strongly suspected that those Bibis were doing wrong things with the Malabars.
The next day in the mohalla, Zeba heard some of the Bibis ask Mumtaz how the night was. Zeba's ears perked up. What night? In her innocence, she had thought that the Bibis had gone to the dhaba to talk to their Malabar heroes, and had then gone to their Showhars at home at night.
"His Shudra Lund is the biggest and the best," she responded aggressively. "Do you think that Safedoos even have Lunds?"
These statements shocked her - the Bibis clearly thought that those Dravidian fighters had bigger Lunds than the Aryan men! And how would she know how big his Lund was? The only answer was that those curious Bibis who stayed behind actually copulated with those Malabaris! Bibi Zeba found her mind racing as she realized this.
Yet, that night she again fantasized about the strong black Dravidian wrestlers when she slept with her Showhar. And somehow, she always thought again and again about the Malabaris defeating the Pehelvans, and she became more excited when she thought about that.
THIRD VISIT
After a few more days she and her dosts again visited the wrestling ground. This time was a very large wrestling match, the local Oudh championships.
The third time Zeba Bibi went to the wrestling ground, she tried to observe the Malabar groins. She noticed that the bulge between the legs of the Dravidian wrestlers was indeed on average much larger than that of the Aryan pehelvans. She also saw that many of the other Aurats were staring at the groins of the Dravidian fighters.
As the matches progressed, she noticed that the Malabar wrestlers had interesting names. "Naba-Lingam," "Maha-Lingam," "Ravana-Lingam" were some of the names she heard. Why did all the Malabaris seem to have a name with Lingam?
Curious, she asked one of the Bibis.
"A Linga is a big black Malabari woman-pleaser," she said. "And a Soo-soo is a useless short pink Sahibi Pishabu!" she replied. All the Bibis laughed, and Zeba felt ashamed at having missed the meaning of the word.
One of the later fights was even more offensive. The name of the Malabari fighter was Malabar Karda Lingam, which the announcer then translated as "Malabar Black Snake." Meanwhile, the name of the Aryan Pehelvan was "Ganga Worm." Zeba wondered how the wrestlers got such naughty names. The "Ganga Worm" did not even look like a wrestler, but instead appeared like a fair Sahib. The Bibis booed him down, and even the Sahibs in the audience did not dare to support him. As expected the Malabar Black Snake defeated the Ganga Worm.
"A Telingana Black Snake can beat a Ganga worm any day," cried one of the Bibis in triumph.
Yes, the groins of the Malabaris were visibly larger and heavier than those of the Aryan pehelvans. But could the difference in size be really that great as was implied? Zeba wondered as the matches wore on. She tried to measure and estimate the exact difference. Observing that the Dravidian muscles visible to her on the chest and arm were about twice as large as those of the Aryan counterparts, she estimated that the Shudra penis should also then be about twice as large as the Aryan. Extrapolating her measurements, she was shocked when this meant that the Shudra Lund would be twelve angulis long!
One of the fighters was called "Short-Lund Aryan Boy." The audience laughed as he was defeated by Maha-Lingam.
That night she had the most intense orgasms of her life. Finally, she decided that she would have to try one of the Malabars.
The next time she went to the wrestling ground, she stayed behind with the other Bibis.
"So you finally decided to become a real Aurat," one begum said lewdly as she left.
She found that the Bibis left the dhaba after some time with a Malabari wrestler. After some time she was also accosted by a Malabari. He took her to his home in the Shudra mohalla.
When he took off his tight wrestler trouser, she was not very surprised when she saw the biggest and blackest Lund of her life. He tied a towel around the base so as not to injure her. She was not able to take all of it, despite stretching to the maximum. Yet, it was the most satisfying sex she ever had.
It is with great difficulty that she walked home to her mohalla after that. She was unable to walk properly, and when she reached home her Showhar asked where she had gone. She told him the bazaar, and then they went to bed. He wanted to make love with her, but she was sore and told him she was tired.
But he was insistent. When he pulled his Lund out, she could not help but think how much smaller, how dwarf-like it appeared just after she had seen that huge black Dravidian Lund.
As he kissed her breasts, she pushed his face gently down towards her genitory. He lapped at it.
Had he known that, just a short while before, a huge one-foot long black Dravidian Lund had just been up the same Fuddi he was licking, he may not have licked with that much eagerness.
She almost laughed when he said, "Your Fuddi tastes much better than usual."
If he had known that he was drinking not just his Bibi's sweet Fuddi juices, but also the Thook of a stout Malabari wrestler, then he would surely not have been that happy.
Her Showhar's short fair Lund easily slid into her slick and stretched Aryani Fuddi. She could barely feel him as his short Lund was not able to provide any friction for her.
"You feel so stretched out tonight," he said.
"Us Aurats become stretched out during the monsoon," she replied.
"Yes, I know," he responded.
As he thrust in and out of her, she compared his weak feeble thrusts with those powerful deep strokes of the Malabari wrestler. As her Showhar reached her climax, she could not help but compare his short, pathetic performance to the long-drawn mating of the Dravidian fighter. As his short and weak Lund climaxed inside of her, she faked a climax too, breathing heavily and exclaiming loudly.
As he rolled off of her and then dozed off by her side, she found her thoughts again returning to those muscular black Malabari wrestlers. With that, she went to the bathroom. There, she inserted three fingers into her engorged Fuddi and masturbated, pretending that those three fingers were the big black Lund of a Malabari wrestler. In this manner she had an orgasm. Once she was done in the bathroom, she came back and slept beside her Showhar. Yes, her life had changed forever. She had been irreversibly Dravidianized. | null | null | Collections/mughal/www/bibi/bibi_001.0xx/bibi_001.049_Dravidianization_at_Lakhnau_Wrestling_Ground.txt |
71,754 | happy_skull | Lucky Zed | Zed's cock pulsed as it shot several loads of semen into Shirley's mouth. Shirley pulled her mouth off his dick and opened her mouth to show him the pool of cum. She swallowed and smiled.
"I love you," Zed told her.
Without being told, Missy stood up, her G-cup tits jiggling, and pulled Zed's face to her blonde bush. "I also love you, Master," she said. "I hope you don't mind that I'm a somewhat assertive submissive. Since you didn't fuck my pussy today which I really wanted, I'll give you something else to remember me by."
A hot splash of urine struck Zed's face, and the splash quickly became a strong stream. Shocked, he tried weakly to pull away, but she held him fast. "Meow," Missy mewed, "I bet you love the feel of my warm piss splashing down your face, don't you? It's refreshing like a warm shower!" Her soothing voice made Zed struggle less, and it turned out what she said was right. He did like it. As the strong stream of urine was still coming, he stuck out his tongue and started licking her pussy, splashing the piss all around.
Shirley fell back on her butt, horrified. Her face was absolutely pale. Yet for some reason, her hand was wandering to her pussy.
Missy moaned loudly and humped her pissing pussy onto Zed's tongue. As her stream died down, so did Zed's licking. When he stopped, she dropped to her knees and started licking his sopping face and chest. "Oh my, I've made such a mess of master, haven't I?"
"Yes, you have!" Zed replied and threw her over his lap. "You must be punished." He told her and began spanking her. Each smack of his hands on one of her buttcheeks brought a loud crack, and the joy of watching the cheek wobble like Jell-O. The pale flesh retained a red mark in the shape of his hand. He laid into her brutally, and she loved every smack.
"Oh yes, master! Punish my naughty ass!" Missy cried. Shirley watched, frigging her clit furiously. Zed spanked Missy for quite a while longer. When his hand began to hurt, he spat out some saliva into his hand for lube. Inserting a finger into Missy's asshole, his other hand massaged her asscheeks.
"Missy, you are a very bad and filthy girl. Shirley, please learn a lot from her."
Shirley was shaking violently from an orgasm. Collapsed on the floor, she weakly responded, "Yes, daddy."
Sitting in wetness, Zed sighed as he fingered Missy's ass. "Dear god, I guess I'll have to throw out this couch," he thought to himself. "I may as well take out the carpeting as well."
The Next Day
Shirley strutted into English class. All the boys' eyes were on her as her short plaid skirt flipped about, the slightest motion revealing her ass, and today she was wearing a black thong! The redhead plopped into her seat and giddily squeezed her arms together in self-satisfaction, an act which pushed forward her DDs. There was one boy in particular she was hoping to tease. After all, Missy had given her a mission, and Shirley figured she may as well catch a cute one in the process.
To her left, Shirley's Japanese classmate looked out the window and muttered, "whore," under her breath. Risa Naka was an uptight prude as far as Shirley was concerned, not that Shirley gave her much thought. Risa let her long dark hair cascade down her back, except for the sides which flowed over her shoulders and were tied at the top with black lacy ribbons. Although a lovely doll of a girl, she had an air of coldness about her and seemed to look down her nose at everybody. Unlike many thought, it wasn't because her C-cup breasts were smaller.
However, the girl to Shirley's right was smiling at her in admiration and approval. Raven could appreciate a fellow tease. Her dark straight hair seemed to cover one eye at most times and hung down to her ass when she stood. Raven was a statuesque and imposing figure, well-toned and amazon-like. Her lilac dress shirt was mostly unbuttoned, and the silver skull at the end of her chain necklace was wedged firmly between her tanned H-cups.
These three girls sitting next to each other had been dubbed the three devils of the high school sophomore class. As this was the only class they all shared together, it had another name, hell. The teacher, Elizabeth Ruby, came in and ordered the students to stop talking and take their seats. Although the class was called hell, Miss Ruby was a goddess.
A favorite teacher of many students, she was kind and patient with a good sense of humor. She was a big girl but not unattractive, light played softly through her brown curly locks which framed a sweet smile. Miss Ruby was fairly young, 32, and had a motherly air to her, not to mention many of the boys spent the whole day staring at her abnormally large breasts which must have been at least J-cups. While many big girls normally had large breasts, hers could have been one of the wonders of the world.
"Shirley, would you read the next page, please?"
"Cock?" Shirley said, in a daze. She suddenly snapped to and realized Miss Ruby was talking to her. Completely pale, she stammered incoherently for a moment as the class laughed.
"I can read it," Risa stated loudly, a hint of irritation in her voice.
"Yes, thank you," Miss Ruby replied, trying to suppress a big smile which would lead to girlish giggling. As Risa read, Shirley fumed, muttering, "bitch," under her breath. Meanwhile, each boy fantasized that it was his cock Shirley had been daydreaming about and wondered where she might stick it.
When the bell rang, Shirley quickly tried to leave but heard Miss Ruby shout out to her, "Could you stay a minute?"
"Okay," Shirley said.
"I'm not going to report you for your outburst today since I know you're pretty embarrassed. I know high school can be rough," Miss Ruby said.
Shirley looked at her, waiting for more.
"That's all," Miss Ruby said, smiling. "Try to have a nice day."
"Thanks!" Shirley said and dashed off. Somehow, those words had actually made her feel a bit better. Maybe it was because she'd been expecting to be chewed out, or maybe because Miss Ruby actually seemed to care. The rest of the day went largely without incident. Classes let out, buses picked up students, and the only students remaining were those with after-school activities...and Shirley.
From around the corner, she watched from behind a locker, not getting too bored as she jammed to Hannah Montana on her iPod. The door to the chess club opened, and the nerds came out. Some went for the exits, but maybe a third of them went straight into the boys' restroom. She supposed they'd been holding it in while staring hard at their game. Shirley waited just a second and followed them.
The six nerds gasped as one of the hottest girls (one of the three devils no less) in school came into the boys' restroom as they were unzipping their flies.
"Hi boys," she said, walking with her trademark sexy gait. "May I ask a favor of you?" She took off her jacket, folded it, and knelt on it. "Please use me as your urinal today?" She looked very sweet and cute with her red pigtails, white dress shirt, and plaid mini-skirt. Her black Mary Janes had little shiny bows on them, although they were now behind her as she knelt.
Two of the boys looked disgusted. She heard, "Yeah, no way," and, "I think I'm gonna be sick," as they quickly left without doing their business.
As a third boy left, he told her, "You're going to make baby Jesus cry."
Of the three boys that remained, they just stood and stared, looking quite nervous. Shirley was happy to see one of them was Arthur. He was a sweet one with thick glasses and not quite as pimply as the rest. He'd helped her in class during group assignments on several occasions over the years in which they'd kept ending up together.
"Come on, boys, don't be shy," Shirley told them. She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. "Does this make you less nervous? Come on, take out your cute cocks." She unsnapped her bra and let her double-Ds breathe the fresh air. The pink nipples were rock hard.
The three boys walked up and unzipped their pants. "You can stroke your cocks," Shirley said, playing with her nipples. "But please, pee on me. I'm cold. Please warm me up. I need that hot drink you've been saving."
The boys' breathing became quickened as they touched themselves and gazed over the sex kitten's body. Shirley's green eyes glistened wantonly. Her large soft breasts seemed impossibly perky. Hard pink nipples stood erect in the cold of the boys' restroom. She took a hand and flicked a nipple, smiling at them. One of the boys gasped as she pursed her moist lips.
Slowly, three weak streams started up one at a time. As they got stronger, they trailed up her body, the warm urine splashing up her knees and skirt to her flat stomach, then her breasts, and shoulders. The urine rained everywhere on her. It was like warm jets in a hot tub or several shower heads. The boys couldn't hold them straight, and she loved it when the streams struck her nipples.She opened her mouth and curled her tongue at the boys. They aimed for her face and mouth. Piss cascaded off her forehead and went into her mouth. Shirley drank some and let the rest spill back down.
The boys were getting hard as they peed on Shirley, watching their piss run down her firm round breasts. Her pretty face was wet with urine, and she was drinking it as it flowed over her tongue and down her throat. She cupped her hands beneath her breasts to catch some of the piss. The golden shower seemed to last a while, but the boys eventually ran dry. Shirley's eyes were still closed, but she raised up her cupped hands and slurped up the piss that was pooled in them.
She truly was a sight, a glistening wet goddess. Golden droplets clung to her skin. As she breathed, they rolled down her curves, especially the protruding globes of her breasts. The boys were breathless as they watched her.
"Tissue," she said, and was handed one. After wiping her eyes clean, she opened them to see the two boys jacking their cocks at her. Artie hadn't, as he'd just handed her a tissue. "Thanks boys, now out!" Shirley ordered. Easily frightened, the nerds pulled up their pants and dashed out. Artie would have too had Shirley not grabbed his ankle. He looked at her in confusion.
As the two boys ran to the door, it swung open and nearly knocked them over as Raven entered. Yelping, the two boys ran around her and out into the hall.
"Raven, what are you doing here?" Shirley asked, rather miffed.
"I got the feeling something interesting was happening," Raven stated rather matter-of-factly with an amused grin on her face.
Shirley looked at Artie. "Don't mind her. You're getting a blowjob from me before you go."
"Um, okay," Artie said and stood in front of her.
"Yes, don't mind me," Raven said, walking up right behind Shirley, towering over Artie. "I'd like to watch." Raven was dressed much like Shirley, but her miniskirt was black and purple fishnets covered her legs.
Cupping Artie's balls in her hands, piss-soaked Shirley told him, "I've always thought you were cute. I'd wished this was slightly more romantic, but I hope you enjoy this."
"I've always thought you were cute too," Artie told her as she leaned forward and sucked his cock into her mouth. In short order, she was sliding her wrapped lips up and down his shaft. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt. It wouldn't take long for him to come.
Raven smiled at Artie and said, "Would you like to see something really sexy?" Artie could barely think with Shirley blowing him, her tongue tip tickling the underside of his cockhead, but Raven didn't give him time to respond anyway. She lifted up her skirt, revealing a lack of panties and a nicely trimmed dark bush. She then began to pee on Shirley's head. It sprayed without much direction, spraying on Shirley's head and Artie's cock. This sent Artie over the edge, and his cock pulsed several loads of cum into Shirley's mouth. She accepted all the jism into her mouth and tongued his cockhead fiercely. Artie groaned in pleasure. When he was done, Shirley pulled back and opened her mouth to show him the white pool before swallowing it.
While Shirley's throat worked down the creamy load, Raven let down her skirt which hid her dampened bush.
"Thank you Artie," she said. "Another tissue?" She wiped the piss from her eyes and smiled at him. "See you at class tomorrow!" Artie nodded and dashed off.
Shirley stood, visibly miffed at Raven. "You interrupted a private moment between the two of us!" She was trying to look angry, but she just looked pouty. Raven thought this side of her was quite cute.
"It didn't look very private to me," Raven said, looking away and letting her voice wander in a seemingly absentmindedly way. She eyed Shirley who was still pouting. "Anyhow, I was wanting to see you."
"Huh?" Shirley said, immediately recomposed.
"You see," Raven said, "I was kind of hoping you could set me up with your dad."
Elsewhere
"Missy, where are you going so late?" Her mom asked her over a loud cracking sound.
"I'm off to Shirley's, mom!"
"Okay, honey!" Missy's mom replied.
Missy's dad was on all fours on their living room floor. Naked except for a leather harness, he was mewling through an orange ballgag as his wife whipped his ass. | Mf+, cons, inc, oral, anal, ds, fm+, ws, hs | Part Two | Authors/happy_skull/Lucky_Zed_Part_02.txt |
71,875 | Skyler | Zoe | Zoe was different. Different for me anyway. I was used to dating women who were conservative. Women who knitted, talked about having children, and wanted to get married. This wasn't Zoe. I'm not sure why I asked her out. It was a moment of insanity, I guess.
Zoe liked to talk. A lot. We'd been out to dinner once. It went well enough. Mostly, I listened to Zoe talk. At the end of the evening, we kissed briefly. Then she had shocked me by whispering in my ear, "Maybe if you ask me out again, I'll give this some attention," while she gently patted my cock through my pants. Then she just turned and left. No one had ever done anything remotely like that to me before.
Zoe worked at the same company as I did. She was an assistant to a Vice President. I was an engineer who happened to work on the same floor. We saw each other around in the halls and in the cafeteria. Zoe, being the outgoing person she is, always said hello. She was friendly with everybody.
We were having a drink on a Friday evening at a cantina across the street from the huge office building we worked in. Many people from work were there doing the same. Zoe and I had a little corner table. She was talking, as usual. I guessed it was the alcohol; she started talking about sex. This surprised me. But, then again, she was always surprising me.
"Erik, how old were you when you first had sex?" Zoe asked me.
"I was twenty. I was in college. What about you?"
"Fourteen. How many girlfriends have you had?" She asked while signaling to the waitress to bring more drinks. The waitress nodded to her.
"Well, just two. One in high school and then one when I was in college for a couple years. She left me for some frat guy."
"No one since? Do you date a lot then? One night stands?"
Jesus, she asked a lot of questions. I almost got a bit defensive but caught myself. "No. No one since. I date now and again. I've never had a one-night stand. I'm an engineer, after all."
"Sounds dull."
"Zoe, why don't you tell me a bit about you? Do you date a lot?"
She thought about my question for a minute, took a drink, and started talking, "Date? No, I don't date much. I've never had a long-term relationship. What I do is fuck."
I stared at her for a minute. I needed another drink. I signaled the waitress again. "Er, you fuck?" I asked.
"Yes. A lot. I like to fuck."
"Is that why you're with me?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Well, see. I haven't decided," she smiled.
"Who do you usually, um, get together with? People you meet in bars?"
"Who do I fuck? All kinds of people: People I meet in bars, people who live near me, people from work. Black, white, old, young. I don't discriminate. I like to fuck as much as I like to talk."
I took a moment to process it while I sipped my new drink. She seemed to read what was on my mind. "Yes, I fuck people you know at work. Look around this bar. I've fucked just about all the men here and a couple of the women. Many of them more than once. Some of them at the same time. I've fucked them at home, at work, in cars, hotels, in the bathroom and out in the alley behind this restaurant. They fucked my pussy, my mouth and my ass." Then she whispered for effect, "I love it when a guy cums in my ass."
"Jesus. I think you're out of my league," I said honestly.
"That's what I like about you, Erik. You're different."
"Thank you. I think." We had one more drink, and I needed to go. I kissed her cheek and left. I didn't sleep well that night. I jerked off two times thinking of people fucking Zoe. Then again, it didn't sound like people fucked her. It sounded like she was the one doing the fucking.
The next morning, I was in my office and I saw Zoe walk by my door. Five seconds later, she came back and walked in.
"Good morning," She said. "Did I scare you last night?"
"Well, a little. But not completely."
"Good," she gave me a big smile. "I don't think I'm done with you yet."
I smiled, "Do you have a lot to do today?"
"I'm thinking of, um, taking the new Office Manager out for a spin for lunch."
Carl, a temp helping in shipping, zipped by my door as we were standing there chatting about who she was going to sleep with next. She read my mind again. "Yeah, I fucked him. He was pretty good. Big dick. Nice ass. I like the taste of his cum." I just stared at her. I think she enjoyed shocking me. Next, her boss, the VP, walked by. She just jumped in, "I've fucked Frank many times. At least once a week. I own his ass."
"Own it?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. Want to see?"
Before I could answer, she'd left the room. I couldn't imagine what she meant by owning his ass. After 5 minutes or so had passed and she hadn't returned yet, I assumed she wasn't coming back for a while. So I worked for a bit. After about 30 minutes, I looked up to see Zoe and her boss, Frank, standing in front of me. Frank looked nervous. He was beet red, clearly embarrassed. Zoe closed my door.
It was an odd moment. I was sitting behind my desk, my cock getting hard at this strange situation.
Zoe looked at me with a sly smile, hiked up her skirt to reveal a very sheer pink thong. She pulled them down and off. She handed the thong to Frank and simply said, "Jerk off into them." He stared at her for a minute and then sighed. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a relatively small cock. It was hard. He held the underwear in one hand and stroked his cock with the other. While he jacked off, he just stared at Zoe's legs. Zoe didn't do anything. She just waited. After a few minutes, Frank came into the panties with a grunt. He wiped himself off with them, turned to look at Zoe as if he was waiting for something.
"Yes, go ahead," she said. Unbelievably, Frank began to lick his cum from the panties. Zoe smiled again. "Good boy." While Frank was licking, Zoe got on the phone. The only thing she said was "Come to Erik's office," and hung up.
As Frank was putting his cock back into his pants, there was a soft knock on the door. Zoe opened the door, and Carl, the temp, came in. He looked at Zoe, then me, and then Frank. He noticed the panties in Frank's hand. "What's going on?" he asked.
"Torturing Frank," Zoe said. "I want you to fuck me. Now."
Carl shrugged and took his pants off. He did have a big cock. I guessed it was a good 8 inches long and pretty thick. Bigger than me. Definitely bigger than Frank. Zoe came over to Carl and took his cock in her hands. She stroked it a few times. She got down on her knees and took it in her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth a few times. Each time it came out, I could see her shiny saliva on his cock. After a minute, she stopped, came over to my desk and sat on it. "Erik, come around the desk so you can watch."
I did as I was told and stood next to Frank. She pulled her skirt up. Carl came over, rubbed his cock up and down her slit a few times. She moaned, "Fuck me, Carl." He slid in easily. "Yes, that's it. Fuck me." Carl started to fuck her hard and fast. "That's the way I like it. God, that feels good. So much better than you, Frank," she taunted. "He actually lasts more than 30 seconds. He can make me cum. He made your wife cum the other day when she was in here, didn't she, Frank? Didn't she?"
"Yes, Carl made her cum with his big cock." Frank sounded resigned to some dreadful fate when he said it. It made me wonder how Zoe came to 'own' Frank like this.
Zoe came a couple times, almost screaming. I began to worry about others hearing. "Ok, Carl. Stop for a minute." Carl slowed down his thrusts and stopped. He pulled his dick out with Zoe's juices covering it. My desk was soaked with them.
Zoe got down off the desk and got onto the floor on all fours. "Carl, come fuck my ass." Carl smiled and got behind her. He spit into his hand and lubed his dick up some more. Carefully, he pushed the head of his cock into Zoe's ass. Once it had popped through, he started to thrust slowly. "That's it, baby, fuck my ass. Fill it with cum. Come on, fuck me hard. I can take it."
Carl fucked for all he was worth, slamming into Zoe's asshole with his big cock. Frank and I just stood there and stared.
"Fuck me. Fuck my asshole. Pump your cum into me, baby. Come on," Zoe yelled. Carl grunted and said that he was cumming. "Yes. Ahhh, give me that cum." Carl slowed down and caught his breath. He carefully pulled his half-hard cock out of Zoe's ass.
"God, that was good. Thanks, Zoe. Now I'm a mess though," Carl said.
"No problem," Zoe smiled. "Frank, on your knees. Clean Carl's prick for him." Carl and I just stared as Frank complied. He took Carl's cock in his mouth and cleaned all the cum and pussy juice off. "Can you taste my shit, Frank? I bet you can.When Frank was done, Carl, zipped up, said thanks again and left. Frank made a move for the door too. "Not so fast, boss," Zoe, who was still on her hands and knees on the floor, said. "Get your ass over here. Lick Carl's cum out of my ass and off my pussy."
Frank did as he was asked. He got behind Zoe and licked all the cum off her ass and pussy. He did his best to stick his tongue into her asshole and get more of the cum out. He seemed to enjoy this.
Frank finished, and Zoe got up. "Well, back to work," she said. Frank opened the door, and my assistant looked in. Zoe said to Frank, "You've got a cum stain on your pants, Frank." My assistant smirked knowingly.
Zoe was definitely out of my league. | null | null | Authors/Skyler_Swanson/Zoe.txt |
72,461 | Cobalt Jade | The Tale of Lassok and Zairbhreena | Zairbhreena stared with blank golden eyes over the mountainous vistas of her temple home. Offerings were left before her daily: flowers, plates of rich food, the occasional slaughtered animal; incense covered up the worst of the smells. Her worshippers swooned in excitement when a flicker of sunlight seemed to make her change expression. Portents were read from the shine of her eyes; the reputations of prophets rose and fell on the imaginary quirks of her lips. She could do nothing to answer their prayers, of course. Neither could any deity answer hers.
Where was the prince? Why hadn't he come to her rescue? The thought tortured her night and day.
Ennui set in as weeks passed, then months. Gradually she realized she might remain here for centuries, a mute golden statue in golden bondage. The finality of it lulled her into a hopeless torpor. After a few years, she stopped thinking altogether. But the candles still burned, the monks chanted, ignorant of the sleeping girl in the coffin of gold.
As for the prince, his past remained a naggingly blank slate. At first Abrimel tried to jog his memory, but after the umpteenth repetition of the tale of the stony princess the prince told him to stop. He told Abrimel that if he wanted a wife he would marry a real girl, not a statue, however luscious and pleasing. After all, he was no longer a wandering stranger but a God-king, and as such he had a city to order. He didn't have time for fairy tales.
So Abrimel desisted. Meanwhile, wealth from the dragon's cave was revitalizing the city. Craftsmen, stonemasons, and carpenters flocked to the area to share in the rebuilding. Rivers were dammed, fields terraced; trade caravans began to call. In all of these projects the prince worked very hard. Indeed, a year had passed before the prince noticed he didn't even have a crown, so Abrimel was sent to the city's marketplace to find a suitable goldsmith and jeweler.
He returned with good news. "Two skilled artisans, your Majesty," he said. "May I introduce Mitric Nusraar, who forged ninety-nine golden collars for the concubines of Sultan Faruq al-Nasir." The pudgy yet dignified man on Abrimel's right smiled and bowed. By his hands, which were nimble yet scarred at their tips, the prince knew he was a skilled goldsmith.
Abrimel then indicated a slim quiet woman in dark blue robes at his left, who was veiled completely but for her eyes. "And this fair flower is Lady Raphez, a gem cutter and trader from the west."
And Jaseloris Raphez, the gem merchant's daughter from Carsimbad, lifted her smoky blue veil and smiled at the prince. She knew it was Prince Lassok; it could be no other. She had known since coming to the city two weeks before after hearing the strange story of the dragon. Gossip said the new God-king, though just, was bewitched, for he never spoke of his past. She had confirmed her suspicions of amnesia by bedding the innocent Abrimel and milking him--in more ways than one--for the true story, for she had lost none of her carnal skills on the long road to Lakthira.
The prince brightened when he saw her face and leaned forward from his throne in a captivated way. As Jaseloris suspected, he did not know her. Even better, there was no Zairbhreena around to distract him. She intended to take full advantage of her rival's absence and displayed herself accordingly.
The prince noted with appreciation the firm female curves the robes--which marked her a desert woman still, for women in the mountains did not go veiled--did not fully conceal. It seemed to him that he knew her, and she him; yet he remembered nothing. He knew the monks spoke of past lives, so that must be the reason for the nagging familiarity. "Let us see your wares, Lady Raphez."
Jaseloris opened her tray, revealing a galaxy of jewels for his inspection. "The finest, your Majesty," she said, her dark eyes beckoning. "Come closer to see them. Pearls from the Bitter Sea, rubies pried from the cliffs of the Great Rift, a yellow diamond from Thorzaan."
The prince stepped down from the throne. As a blank slate he was practically a virgin, and very vulnerable to the experienced.
The electricity that had been sparked between them flashed again. Jaseloris smoldered as he stroked the dark, glistening rubies, imagining them her lips. When he fondled the pearls, she felt her nipples rolling between his fingers; and when he touched the yellow diamond, she gave a small gasp of pleasure, a release. "Your Majesty," she said in a silky voice, "these gems will shine more brightly in a darkened room, under candlelight."
The prince concurred. They went away together. Abrimel was rueful, but not really surprised, when they reappeared cooing arm-in-arm the next morning. The prince had been celibate for the past year; it was about time he found a woman, stony princess or no stony princess.
In the workshops of the palace the royal crown took form. Each knock of the hammer, each tiny gem, formed another artifact in a second place, a heavy length of gold chain that would hold the aurified Zairbhreena in stasis forever, though she did not know it. Hope had died and fossilized for her long ago. There was no question of her preventing the wedding. Even if she could have commanded her legs to move she would have collapsed of her own golden weight before she even left the altar.
When the crown was finished the new God-king had his coronation, with a proud new Queen standing at his side. Jaseloris had triumphed at last, and she would make sure the prince's memories of his past life remained vague.
Years passed. The city grew and became more prosperous. Ziggurats of gold brick and white marble were erected; broad-squared marketplaces, townhouses, and pleasure gardens created checkerboard vistas of luxury. Temple spires stretched like gilded fingernails to the sky, threatening to pierce the scudding clouds. The prince became known for his judiciousness and accessibility. He was a solemn man, not given to display; his dark-haired Queen was regarded as more loquacious and charming than he. She was a clever woman, crafty and sly in her business deals, yet a patroness of the arts and an able administrator of the throne's acts of charity: orphanages, public clinics, food banks for the poor. She was beautiful and dutiful; she had grace and dignity. Overall she had only one fault, and it was physical.
She wore always a glove upon her left hand. Years ago, she explained, she had burned it horribly in a fire, which had scarred and then toughened it like boiled leather, and rather than nauseate others she had chosen to conceal it. Even the slightest touch to it pained her still. The injury caused not a few problems in areas like lovemaking and bathing, but in time the prince grew used to his new wife's injury. A few times when she was sleeping, though, he had inadvertently brushed against the soft-gloved hand and found what it protected heavy and hard to the touch...almost as if it was carved from stone and not flesh and blood.
Jaseloris had servants to dress her and ones to help her bathe and arrange her hair, so the handicap was not as much as a liability as the prince first thought. She even had a wardrobe of gloves for it which she changed according to her costume. One day gold brocade might sheathe her useless hand; the next, a smart black velvet glovelet with a cuff of embroidered peacock feathers. The women of the city, seeking to imitate her, soon made the wearing of a single glove into a fashion fad.
Abrimel never spoke of Zairbhreena again, guessing--rightly--that the prince was weary of the story and that Jaseloris wouldn't want to hear it either. In fact, she seemed to have an anathema for female sculpture. On becoming Queen she had ordered all such statues removed from the palace. Gossip said she didn't want her husband distracted. Only Jaseloris knew there was another reason.
Eight years after becoming God-king the prince had everything he wanted. He was king of a realm far richer than Carsimbad and had a beautiful wife and Queen. Only one thing niggled him. It was the failure of Jaseloris to conceive a child.
As it turned out, the evil wand had affected Jaseloris' female organs as well as her hand, though she did not know it. Stunned by her failure to perpetuate the royal line, she did everything she could to become pregnant. Mineral baths, the eating of strange foods, exercise and the lack of exercise; on advice from wise women she tried various athletic positions and different times and places for lovemaking. But her stone womb remained empty.
The proper thing to do, of course, was for the prince to take on a concubine or two to give him an heir. But this Jaseloris took protest to. She ran screaming and crying to lock herself in her rooms, and the prince, not wanting to further upset his wife, wondered if the fault might lie with him. He submitted himself to the doctors, but they could find nothing wrong."Perhaps a visit to Palampang monastery would help," the chief physician said hopefully. "They have a statue of the sun goddess there which has miraculous powers. You are of her lineage, so she may take favor to you."
The prince thought it sounded like a good idea--he didn't have that many options at that point--and went to see Jaseloris.
He knocked lightly on the door with his knuckles. "Oh my wife and the light of my eyes, am I permitted to enter?"
"What is it?" Jaseloris said in a voice dull with sniffling.
"A solution, dear heart. If you would but receive me."
Jaseloris sent her plump dark-skinned maid to let the prince in, and she received him in her rumpled silk robe (for she had wept long and hard on her luxurious quilted bed). The prince launched straightaway into his speech. "Since the learned men and physicians cannot give us a child," he said, "we have no recourse but to apply to the gods. They tell me the Golden Virgin of the Sun will listen to our prayers, but we must go to the monastery. It is three days' journey from here."
Jaseloris did not hold faith in the gods; she put all her stock in herself. But these days, her body was failing her; could her wiles fail soon as well? "All right," she said, conceding out of practicality. "Am I to go as well?"
"No," the prince said diplomatically, for he knew she would be only peevish there. "I alone make the journey."
So the next day, with her begrudged blessings, he set out for Palampang monastery on his favorite horse, with only his closest advisors, for he was not going as a king but a penitent. Outside the city switchbacked up steep cliffs past overhangs of ice and snow, emerging from clouds like torn paper to a bowl-shaped sky bluer than hyacinth, bluer than cornflower, and their breath grew short and steamed from the mouth. For two days they climbed. Finally, on the afternoon of the third day, they sighted the monastery. It was a small, walled complex built of grim iron-gray stone, with a roofline of interlocked spires and stupas. Under the pitiless mountain sun, it seemed like a fortress.
The monks welcomed them and showed them to their rooms. After settling into his cell, the prince asked to be shown to the Temple of the Virgin.
The monastery had been clean but rough; the temple, however, was far older and rougher. From within came the soft sound of monks chanting at their prayers and the click of prayer beads. Incense sizzled out of brass braziers, making the prince blink and discretely pinch his nose. Then he blinked again as he beheld the Golden Virgin of the Sun herself, who stood in imperial, auric splendor behind the altar where the incense burned and flowers moldered.
Entranced, he stepped closer, leaving his monk guides behind. The statue was the loveliest thing he had ever seen. She was nude, a serene young girl with heavy-lidded eyes dreaming of secrets. Her nipples were pert and erect, her proud pubic bush richly detailed with thousands of tiny, solidly compacted hairs. Indeed, she looked less sculpture than a gilded maiden standing there. But the monks had told him she was solid gold. He wondered what it would feel like to caress her, rub his hands and fingers over the fortunes of a hundred kings, absorbing the heavy, sensual richness of the yellow metal through his fingertips.
The prince felt a strange taste come to the back of his mouth, a scratching sensation in his eyes. His breath became more rapid. It seemed to him this statue meant something more to him, something more important than even divine favor. He had a vague recollection of a young girl's face, the lifting of a veil, a stolen kiss. His head hurt with the effort of remembering. If only the monks would be quiet!
Even more startling, he had the feeling the idol was aware of him somehow...as if intelligence lurked the opaque splendor of her eyes. Not as a goddess looking down from heaven, but as a sentient being who might step down from the altar and start to converse with him.
Not knowing how else to ease his confusion, he sank down on a hard, chilly cushion and began to formulate a prayer. Dutifully, he asked that Jaseloris might have the child she wanted.
But his mind kept wandering. Now he thought of dizzying carnal delights, not with his wife but with the statue herself, as her golden flesh shimmered with light...
*You know me,* the statue seemed to say. *Look closely, Prince Lassok, look truly deeply, and you will understand.*
The monks stopped their chanting. The prince raised his head slightly, wondering why, but then he felt it himself. The temple was shaking! It was jolting side to side like a mule on a mountain track, shaking loose crumbs of stone from the ceiling above. The monks shouted with fear, stumbling for the door as the floor rolled in sickening waves. Earthquakes were dangerous in this mountain land, as the loose stone of the peaks had a tendency to avalanche.
But the prince remained rooted, his eyes locked with goddess's. Realization slowly dawned on him. First all was crepuscular murkiness, then the light of knowledge came, so rich and clear and apparent he could not remember what it felt like to be without it.
*I know you,* he thought in growing excitement. *You are...you are... Zairbhreena!*
At that moment the temple roof collapsed, and so did the altar, and the golden form of Zairbhreena herself. But she fell in such a way to shield the prince from the stone and tile that fell from above, so that, hours later, when the monks dug him out of the ruin, he was unhurt. Indeed, he was glowing, as if burnished all over with gold himself.
The prince clasped the Golden Virgin to his breast like a lover. "The Goddess," he declared with solemn joy, "has saved me from certain death. Ready my horse and caravan. I am Prince Lassok of Carsimbad, and I am going home, truly home, to the kingdom where I was born." He looked tenderly at the statue. "And she will be my wife."
Ordinarily his advisors would think he'd gone mad, but the earthquake, and his miraculous survival, truly spoke of another divine miracle. It was clear to all that the goddess, in the vessel of her idol, had saved him yet again; if he said he now wanted to marry her, well, who had the power to stop him?
The prince remembered all now. And Zairbhreena, free of last from her long stupor, did as well. She could not show her joy as he did, but she glowed from inside so she seemed a piece of the sun herself. At long last she had her prince back, she would be flesh once again! Trembling with happiness, she awaited the means, molten metal seeming to seethe inside her.
But the prince was not going to risk a deflowering here, to be foiled as he had been before. This time, he would make sure the princess got safely back to Carsimbad, the city they had set out from all those years ago, where a proper nuptial bed would be prepared. Running his fingers over her heavy golden curves, he could only relish what lay before him.
And the princess could only relish it too, though of course she not speak.
Zairbhreena was carefully packed and made ready for the journey, and the caravan set off for Lakthira to provision themselves before returning to the desert. The prince knew he was going to have to abandon his kingdom. Still, he wished its continuing prosperity, and that meant squaring things off with Jaseloris, his soon to be ex-wife. Though he was fully aware of her machinations she could not be blamed for his memory loss, and in fact she had been a good queen. To remove her from power might cast the Lakthira into chaos. A plan began to form in his mind.
Jaseloris leapt up with joy when she saw him, supposing he had found some miraculous cure. But the prince slammed the chamber doors behind him and ripped the glove from her hand, exposing the stony symbol of guilt to the air at last. "I know what you've done, woman," he said. "I am Prince Lassok of Carsimbad once again."
Jaseloris fell to her knees, overcome; never had she expected his memory would return. Trembling, she waited for him to summon the palace guards, so she could be beheaded or worse.
"Stand up," the prince said. "You are still Queen of Lakthira. I resign my throne, for I am going back to Carsimbad. But you shall reign here in my place."
Her heart racing like a cornered deer's, Jaseloris could only stammer "Why?" She had expected revenge, not a reward.
"Unlike some parts of your body, my heart is not stone," he said. "There has been too much revenge in my life, too much scheming. Your hand is forever stone, and you cannot bear a child -- the kharma, I suppose, from the suffering you brought on Zairbhreena and myself. But neither was I innocent in causing *your* suffering. For that reason, you shall continue to be Queen of this city, and reign in my place."
"Thank you my lord," Jaseloris whispered. And in truth, she did rule well and long, and though she could have no child, she designated the wily Abrimel to be her heir, and he ruled long and well also. But that is another tale.
After that the prince left the city forever. His well-guarded caravan wound down through the passes to the foothills, then to the canyonlands, wastes, and deserts, winding its way back to the city he had once called home. How slowly they moved! But no brigand would attack them, no marauding monster or fell pack of beasts; they were too well armed for that.
Every night, as he lay in his tent, the prince would caress Zairbhreena's soft curves, anticipating the way they would share their marriage bed. She would answer him with her eyes, as the air grew drier and the sands began to blow.
After many weeks they crossed the dry sea, approaching Carsimbad from the east. Their route took them through the low hills where the city's reservoir lay.The prince surveyed the placid blue waters of the lake, wondering if his father was still alive. What would he say when his son came home at last, in stranger wits than even when he left?
He glanced at Zairbhreena as she lay in the cart. Since he had recovered his memory, he could not bear to be more than a few feet away from her again, fearing another disaster would befall them. However, scouts had to be sent ahead to gauge the city's temperament, and the animals needed watering; so, reluctantly, he drew the caravan to a halt on the narrow cliffside road and went to confer with his men.
Some say the gods are merciful; others believe we are merely their toys. Still others say they do not exist at all, for how else can men account for the randomness of the world? What else explains the unexpected triumph snatched from the jaws of defeat, or the dark irony of the last-minute reprieve that tries, but fails, to stave off the order of death?
The road was old and ill-maintained. The slope was steep, the season dry. Gravel began to skitter out from the edges of the roadbed, ten feet from where Zairbhreena's cart lay, to tumble down the steep slope to the lake four hundred feet below.
In the stillness of the hills, the sound was very loud. It was a clear warning, and the prince took it that way. From his position up the road, he turned to look. He cursed, and ran.
But he was too late. The cliffside road collapsed in on the caravan with a hissing rush, sending bleating animals, carts, and wagons funneling downward in a brownish haze of dust. Including the statuefied Zairbhreena.
The prince watched in numb, betrayed horror as the caravan free-fell down the cliff, then hit a rocky promontory that splintered it into pieces. Zairbhreena was launched from her cart like a golden missile that flew, in an impossibly long and graceful trajectory, to the center of the mountain lake. There she fell, with a distant splash, into the azure-blue waters, making a little blur of white foam that soon vanished. The ripples spread out from the point of impact for a short while, then ceased.
She was gone, this time so irrevocably she had almost ceased to be. The lake was a giant blue mouth that swallowed her whole, with a gullet and stomach three times as deep as the dry brown hills above.
If there were gods in the world, they were laughing cruelly at their joke. | null | 9. Fate Kind and Cruel | Authors/Cobalt_Jade/Lassok_09.txt |
74,189 | sweetrapturedlight | Tamara | Zoraya was beautifully built. She stood 5'2" with voluptuous breasts and a heart-shaped ass. She was physically fit and took pride in her overall appearance. Her long reddish-brown hair and tempting light brown eyes just added to her beauty.
Zoraya had a man in her life, a hockey player, who loved and adored her but was gone most of the time. This didn't bother Zoraya. Her lover was only a phone call away, and when he got home, the sex was like nothing she had ever experienced before. However, she did get lonely from time to time, but that was okay. Her lover was worth her fidelity. He knew she was bisexual, and he accepted it, telling Zoraya to have fun with the girls while he was away, but to call him and let him know the details. Zoraya would.
Zoraya met Tamara at a club. The dark-haired, green-eyed beauty was statuesque. Zoraya was most impressed with Tamara from the start. The two seemed to have a lot in common, including the fact that they were both bisexual. Zoraya explained to Tamara that her lover was expected back the next day, and she wanted to surprise him in a good way. Tamara was smiling and let her thoughts be known.
"Have you thought of maybe having a threesome with him?" Tamara asked.
Zoraya, smiling, replied, "I have not only thought it but dreamt about it. I mean what to do and stuff, but I have this great idea."
Zoraya continued discussing her idea with Tamara.
"Okay, so you're alright with it?" Zoraya asked Tamara.
"Oh yes, I'm okay with it and then some, sweetness. Tomorrow night then?" Tamara half replied, half asked.
"Yes. Great, this will be so much fun." Zoraya was elated.
Zoraya's lover arrived. He looked so wonderful. She hugged and kissed him a lot during the first hour he arrived. She noticed he was hard.
"Would you like me to suck your cock?" She asked.
He gave her this look with a smirk and thought, "Like I'm going to say no to those lips and that mouth." He laughed to himself.
He unzipped his jeans and exposed his cock. Zoraya quickly got on her knees and went to work. She loved sucking his cock, loved the taste of his cum, and she desperately wanted to taste him. Sucking, then licking, then teasing the tip of his cock, she worked him over. Cupping his balls and then sucking on them too. He enjoyed the blowjob he was getting and placed his hand on her head, helping her with her task. She took his hardness deep within her mouth. It tickled, but she continued. She was getting wet from sucking him off. She worked faster now as she felt his cock throb in her mouth, and he was moaning, and then all too suddenly, he shot his liquid into her mouth and down her throat. Licking her lips, she looked up at him and smiled.
"That was just the beginning of a great evening ahead." She got up and made a phone call.
"So what did you do all the time I was on the road?" He asked.
"I met a woman named Tamara, and she and I have become quite good friends," Zoraya replied.
"Oh yeah? How good of friends are we talking here?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around her and nestled his face in her hair.
"Mmmmmmmm, well, my love...." She didn't finish. Instead, she walked away down the hall to the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" He asked, then followed.
Zoraya motioned her lover over to the bed. He moved to her side. She asked him to undress, and he did that too. She then asked him to lay down, and so he did. Zoraya handcuffed her lover to the bed, making sure he was secured, and she began kissing his lips, gently nibbling on the bottom one. Zoraya worked her way down to his nipples, sucking on each one, and he moaned a little. She continued even farther down his body and kissed his right thigh, noticing that he was hard again.
Zoraya gently bit his inner thigh, moving across his shaft, lightly touching him there, and she came to the inner left thigh and began kissing, sucking, and nibbling. His shaft was throbbing, and pre-cum was dripping down his hardness.
Zoraya saw this and licked his shaft from the tip of his head to the bottom. She then started to suck on his balls, going further down, and she licked where he was most sensitive and grasped his shaft with a free hand and began stroking him.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and in walked Tamara dressed in a corset and a garter but no panties. Tamara eyed both of them on the bed and smiled. Zoraya's lover, handcuffed and hard, smiled.
Tamara sat on the bed by Zoraya and removed Zoraya's clothing. Tamara then sucked on Zoraya's breasts, in turns, while fingering her wet pussy. Zoraya's lover lay back, and Zoraya continued sucking his cock.
"Zoraya, I want to see you go down on her, please, I want it," he begged her. "Show me how you please a woman, let me see you lick and suck her, please, I'm so hard for it, show me."
Zoraya didn't waste any time as she laid Tamara down and sucked on her nipples and worked her clit with her finger and her thumb. Tamara was moaning. Zoraya then kissed Tamara and then moved her tongue down Tamara's body, feeling Tamara shiver beneath her. Zoraya found Tamara's mound and caressed her there with her tongue. Feeling how Tamara was reacting, Zoraya inserted a couple of fingers within Tamara's wet, wanting pussy. Tamara was moaning and arching her back, she wanted more, Zoraya thought.
Zoraya looked over at her lover and decided to undo the cuffs. He was free, and she wanted him to fuck Tamara.
Zoraya's lover sat up on the bed, his back resting on the headboard. Zoraya guided Tamara to where she wanted her, on his cock. Tamara, facing away from Zoraya's lover, eased onto his cock. Leaning back, he spread her legs apart and fucked her, and Zoraya was beaming as she licked Tamara's swollen clit while her lover continued fucking Tamara. Zoraya continued licking until Tamara couldn't take it anymore and came.
Zoraya took her lover in her mouth and sucked him off. He exploded in her mouth.
Zoraya was on all fours, and Tamara came from behind, licking Zoraya's ass then her pussy. Tamara was wearing a strap-on. She looked over at Zoraya's lover and asked, "Do you want me to fuck her good?"
He answered, "Yeah, fuck my baby good."
With that, Tamara inserted the dildo deep inside Zoraya.
"Your pussy is so wet, it wants Tamara to fuck it. And fuck it I shall. You are so hot, scream for me," Tamara slapped Zoraya's ass.
Zoraya screamed, "Fuck me hard, fuck me hard."
Tamara did. Slapping Zoraya's ass, pulling her hair, fucking her wet pussy, while Zoraya's lover watched. He was getting another erection and wanted to bury deep within Zoraya.
Tamara, seeing that he was getting hard, eased up and let him take over. He thrust into Zoraya with such force that she screamed and threw her head back. He pulled her hair while pumping her from behind. He had never seen her act like this, but he loved it. She was wild and horny, and he was going to fuck her until her knees buckled.
He worked Zoraya's clit. He fingered her ass. He spanked her. He yanked her hair.
"You like this, don't you, Zoraya?" He asked, still pumping his cock inside her.
Zoraya, wet, juices flowing, dripping down her thighs, replied to her lover, "Yes, I love being fucked like this, but only by you. I am yours. I want you to fuck me hard, rough, tonight I am your untamed lover. Tame me. Make me scream."
Tamara watched them, rubbing herself. Zoraya's lover saw this and loved being watched while fucking his girlfriend. It added passion and excitement.
He inserted his cock into Zoraya's ass. It was tight, but he took it easy at first, listening to Zoraya moaning.
"Fuck my ass, ram it hard," Zoraya screamed.
He did. She met his pumps. He reached one of his hands around and rubbed her clit. It was swollen and so moist. Zoraya was so hot, so wet. He fucked her ass and was about to cum. He felt her ass tighten up as she screamed his name, and her cum squirted from her pussy. He came inside her ass. He couldn't believe she squirted. To him, it was the coolest thing. It was amazing. He reached around and held her, telling her he loved her like no other. Zoraya kissed him deeply. Then reached up and kissed Tamara.
Zoraya lay on the bed, exhausted, Tamara on one side of her, and her lover on the other. They all fell asleep. | null | null | Authors/sweetrapturedlight/Tamara.txt |
75,392 | ExtrusionUK | Wisdom Conversion | Zara had had the Wisdom build us a rose garden. I'm not sure why, except that it had something to do with some sort of gift to Yvonne. Whatever the motive, it had appeared after a day or two, perched above a dramatic and strangely earth-like vista - the hills and lakes of an alien planet visible through a panoramic window of something that probably wasn't anything remotely like glass. I'd taken to spending a lot of time up there, not least because Zara had also specified a random breeze to add - hah! - atmosphere to the place. The scientist in me had developed a secret obsession with calculating the processing power required to generate the necessary gusts and eddies, while my human side merely belatedly recognized how much I missed the subtler pleasures of life on Earth. Hell, our accommodation here was comfortable - luxurious - beyond imagining, Earth-wise, but it was artificial - sterile - ultimately inhuman. Well, I thought, that was certainly true: The alien product of an alien mind, designed to meet mere humans' every need but alien nonetheless. I was wondering if I could get the AI to lay on some rain showers, too - maybe even a thunderstorm or two, I'd always liked a good storm - when Yvonne herself came into the 'garden'. "Hi, Xav," she said, seeing me. "Got a message from the Big W for you - seems we have a new arrival on the way, another one of yours apparently." I was about to ask why the AI hadn't just told me directly - it was hardly shy in the general run of things - but she anticipated the question with a knowing grin. "I think you've got the thing a bit paranoid around you, what with the tricks you pulled in Switzerland - that or it's actually taken Zara's request not to be disturbed up here seriously. Anyway, the woman's name is Queta Munoz - ex-student of yours, I'm told. Seems she's going to get into trouble and the Technology thinks she's worth a look, recruitment-wise." I was surprised by the name, did indeed remember the woman - not actually a student of mine but a post-doc I'd worked with, maybe would have done more with if it hadn't been for a Fatal Difficulty. But that would hardly matter here, I thought - hell, it could hardly survive the shock of being here - and it was true, she had skills. I began to run through them in my head, gathering my stuff together prior to heading to our seminar room to bring Zara and Patrice up to speed, decide what we should do next. Just as I gave Yvonne the nod that I was ready, just as she turned to leave the area, I felt it: A drop of rain, then another and another in a perfect simulation of a spring shower. Somewhere in the distance, I'm sure I heard something almost like thunder...Patrice tried again, rather more assertively. "OK, people," he said, firmly. "Sit down and shut up!" This did have an effect. Not that anyone actually sat down, but the volume of noise fell considerably until only a few angry murmurs remained. Grabbing the opportunity, he continued, asking for Professor Queta Munoz to identify herself - as if he didn't know that she was the one on her knees, praying - and for the others to stay calm. No one reacted at all this time, and P shrugged at me, saying into the feed, "OK, just because we ask for cooperation doesn't mean we need it. Professor Munoz will therefore now be taken to a reception area, the rest of you - oh, hell, you can all go into stasis while we work out what to do with you." Cutting the link, he muttered a request to the AI to 'make it so' and we went off to meet our latest potential recruit.
Queta had aged, of course, since I'd last known her. If she noticed that I hadn't - or that Patrice, who'd ignored my suggestion that he might wear more than his customary pair of shorts for the occasion, now had the sort of physique not otherwise seen outside of steroid ads - she didn't comment on the fact. In fact, what she did - after a brief look of shocked recognition as I came in - was mutter away to herself, presumably praying or reciting her rosary or whatever the fuck. So we sat and stared at her for a while, Patrice seemingly waiting for me to take the lead, given that she was my 'contact', until even his apparently limitless patience finally broke. "Professor Munoz," he said, physically pulling her round so that she couldn't avoid looking at him, "I don't know what you think is going on here, but trust me - it really isn't a dream and it really isn't going to end any time soon. You seem to me to be an intelligent woman - and I know a hell of a lot about you - so try to engage that brain of yours. The sooner you talk to us, the sooner we get to decide what happens next..." He left the thought hanging, so that even I couldn't tell whether it was intended as reassurance or as a threat. Q, however, seemed to take some sort of prompt from the statement as she pulled away from him, looked down at the floor and said, in an eerie, distant voice, "I... I thought it was... was... the Rapture - the shaking, the sudden light, then the darkness. Then I saw my colleagues had been Taken, too, despite... but God works his wonders..." She was sobbing by now, while we waited for her to continue. Which she did, pointing a vehemently accusing finger at me. "And then I saw him - the beast - and a black devil and... Oh... what have I done... what did I not do..." She began to wail wordlessly, shoulders heaving as her breath came in great gasping gulps. Well, I thought, nice to know that I'm a harbinger of hell - and that Patrice is the devil incarnate - but what the fuck did we do now? I was on the point of asking the W for some tranx when Patrice once again pre-empted me... by throwing a glass of water directly into her face, pulling her round again and saying, none too kindly, "This isn't hell, Queta, though I have no doubt that we could make it a pretty good simulation if we chose to. Actually, we just saved your fucking life, Professor, and we saved it mainly because we thought we might be able to offer you a job - a job which might do more good for humanity than your fucking god ever did..." I wasn't sure how genuine his anger was but I gently pulled him away from the woman - crying silently now, I noticed, eyes wide in shock and fear - and interposed myself between them. "My colleague is right, Queta. He's not the devil and I'm not the dangerous pervert you so fondly remember. Round here, in fact, we're pretty much the good guys." I paused for a second, not because I expected a response but just to see if was hearing any of this. She still looked totally awestruck but her eyes followed me as I moved about the room. Good. "Patrice is also right that we'd like you to help us help - well, everybody really. But we need you to do so willingly and if you won't - or can't - well, then we'll have to think of something else. In any case, I think you need some rest, time to think. So we'll get you to an accommodation unit of your own, you can get some sleep and then we'll provide you with every bit of data we have to explain the situation, get a colleague who doesn't have the misfortune to be either me or black to come and talk it over with you, OK?" She nodded dumbly and one of the AI's semi-autonomous servitors came and took her away - already showing signs of the hypnotics it had covertly administered. When she'd left, Patrice looked at me significantly. "And, what," he said, calmly, "alternative did you have in mind?" "God knows," I replied, suddenly sick of the whole thing, "but I suspect that there might be opportunities available for her in hydroponics. Well, for her constituent molecules, anyway..."
Life, as they say, goes on. We left the others in stasis - the AI could keep them that way pretty much indefinitely and it saved having to think about another problem just at the moment - while Yvonne did her stuff on Planet Earth and I had another stint in Deep Immersion - data-mining the earth's computer networks to inform and plan our future operations. So that left Zara and Patrice to deal with the Q situation. Both were in somber mood when I emerged from the Recovery Suite, both conspicuously anxious to ensure that I'd had enough time to recuperate, that I wasn't still disoriented from the petabytes of data I'd been dealing with. It took time, but eventually I got Patrice to give me the condensed version. Queta had taken us up on our offer of unrestricted access to our data, had seen the conclusive evidence of the existence of the multiverse, viewed the many, many skins of this particular cosmic onion and... had become more religious, to a degree that even the AI had begun to consider psychotic. As well as accessing facts, P told me, she'd had the machine teach her Hebrew, Greek and Latin, uploaded half a hundred different bibles, testaments and sundry apocrypha and was busily trying to construct some sort of 'explanation' from it all. It didn't look good. "Of course," Zara put in as an afterthought, "it doesn't help that the AI is so spectacularly cagey about where it - or they - actually came from, where they got their - umm - godlike powers from. And that seems to be the 'loophole' that Queta is working away at." I felt quite profoundly gloomy, knowing that we'd all wondered about that point, all tried in our various ways to find out, all without success. As Zara had once said to me, only half joking, it was as if the AI was embarrassed by its origins - or, perhaps, I thought, now - just guilty about them. Be that as it may, we still didn't have much to go on vis-à-vis Queta. I said as much and Zara gave me an appraising look. "There is one thing," she said. "Quite why does Q have such animosity towards you - why did she call you a beast and a pervert when she first arrived? I mean, you don't seem all that perverse to me..." "There's not a lot I can tell you," I said, shrugging. "She was a post-doc with an old friend of mine in Germany, she came to the UK to do some work on a new synchrotron we'd built, he asked me to look after her." I paused as both of them looked at me keenly. "Well, she was a lovely woman - bright, engaging, gifted - and we ended up spending a lot of time together. Then one evening - we'd been to a faculty party, then on to the pub, you know the scene - I over-stepped the mark, I guess... tried to kiss her, She slapped my face, started spouting god at me. I was shocked, to be honest - she'd never mentioned religion before - and I never saw her again. Flew home a couple of days later." "Interesting," Zara said, eventually. "Partly because she obviously made an impression on you, subconsciously - she'd not be on your Protected list, otherwise - but also because it might shed light on a little experiment I've been running." Patrice and I swapped looks, both wondering what Z had been playing with this time but for a change she explained quickly enough. "I've been monitoring the Professor very closely on a lot of different levels - hey, you both know I like to watch - and she seems to be the most sexless person I've ever come across. Not only does she not masturbate but the only time her hands even come close to her genitals is when she's washing and then briefly and, I swear, with her eyes firmly closed." She paused and we waited. This was, perhaps, interesting information... but not an experiment per se. There had to be more. There was. "So I thought I'd check out her sexual reactions, got the Wisdom to start bleeding aphrodisiacs into her environment - subtly at first, the sort of levels that might make the likes of us a bit frisky, a bit more aware of things sexual, but then in increasing dosages. As of now, I've reached concentrations where - well, if you go into that area, go masked, else we'll have to tie you to a post for a few months for the safety of all the rest of us... and the furniture, come to think of it." I sighed. "OK, so you've been fucking with her head in a way that's probably immoral, plausibly dangerous and, at least IMHO, completely out of order. So what have you found? Got any good vids of her wanking, yet?" Zara shook her head, completely failed to look contrite. "That's the point. That woman should be horny as hell - crissakes, the physio data says she is as horny as hell - but not one sign of it appears in her visible behaviour, her activities - they're all exactly as before."Oh, except for one thing - there's a huge increase in brain activity in her amygdala and areas of her frontal cortex associated with fear... and the suppression of fear." "People, this woman is a true phenomenon. Professor Munoz is terrified... utterly, completely, shit scared... of sex."
So we had another conference, all agreed - even the AI - that the erotophobia that Zara had uncovered was likely to be the cause of the religious mania rather than an effect of it. The question was, what to do about it. Zara was all for adding some disinhibitors to her witches brew - basically making it impossible for Q to resist the impulses she had to be feeling - but I vetoed the suggestion. I thought there was just too much risk that getting Q to act out her sexuality while still holding onto her religious ideation would result in a dangerous psychic conflict - risking a major breakdown, perhaps even an attempt at suicide. Which I felt we couldn't risk, given the AI's observation that even the questions that Q had been asking of its data had suggested whole new areas of analysis - implying a talent that we could not afford to lose.
What we needed, I felt, was a way of allowing Q to express herself sexually - to conquer the fear - from within her religion. If we could do that, safely, I hoped, the rest of the edifice would fall away. Queta was just too fine a scientist to accept all the mumbo jumbo without an overwhelming need for her to do so. Patrice suggested thinking mythologically ourselves - and in particular about all the stories of gods (and goddesses) cavorting with mortals. I thought for a moment that he was suggesting that one of us should dress up as a swan or something - or maybe just an angel, in the circumstances - but the idea was a tad more sophisticated than that. In fact, he asked the AI directly whether it could influence the dreams that Q - and, by implication, of course, all the rest of us - were having. Perhaps just slightly reluctantly, the Wisdom opined that it probably could... third party lucid dreaming, it called it.
So we sat down as a group, again, and we designed some dreams. Yvonne was initially keen on including a lot of fish and snakes and things, having been exposed to rather too many Freudians in her many stays in rehab, but the rest of us kept things rather more focused. The AI provided a précis of the juicier bits of the bible - a longer document than I'd have imagined - as well as writings of the church fathers and similar on sex, the aim being to root the finished 'product' as fas as possible in Professor Munoz' existing ideology. Sadly this meant we had to lose some of the more graphic images Zara and I had recalled from Greek and Roman myths - let alone the entertainingly zoophilic stories that Patrice had learnt as a boy - but it did give us something to work on. Zara got to put the plan into practice - Yvonne claimed a lack of improvisational skills, Patrice was frightened that his very different cultural heritage would be unhelpful and, frankly, I found the whole idea of manipulating someone's thoughts on this sort of level just too freaky to contemplate. Zara, on the other hand, appeared to think of it as almost the ultimate in voyeurism - plausibly the apotheosis of some of her deeper fantasies - and didn't even try to look reluctant.
We/she started slowly. The idea of angels in the Greek translations of the bible - and subsequent representations of them as big blokes with skeletally implausible wings stuck on their backs - is pretty much a mistranslation, the Hebrew version using a word meaning something more like 'wind'. So Queta found herself dreaming of a fairly stereotyped desert environment, dressed in what she thought were authentic biblical era robes - the AI was pretty scathing about the accuracy of her knowledge - and, well, having trouble with wind. Not in the digestive sense of the word, but rather a pseudo meteorological one. It was a wind with a message, of course... this was a dream, we could add subliminal content to our hearts' content... but also a strangely mischievous way of penetrating those voluminous robes. Sort of between the legs, caressing the vital regions in a sort of wind-like way. Whilst simultaneously implying that it as a Holy Wind, a Good Wind... and a relaxing Wind. And that was all. Basically, we used a phantom breeze to tickle the poor woman's genitals. And then we left her alone - let her get on with the dream all by herself. Zara carried on riding piggy back, though, observing the inner working of her subject's imagination whilst also closely monitoring all the various physiological data.
All of which kept her too busy to communicate directly with the rest of us but I kept an eye on her biometrics and... well, the results looked interesting. Admittedly, Q didn't seem to react overly much to our 'stimulation' but Zara was clearly engrossed with whatever she was observing, seemingly experiencing a degree of residual arousal but also some degree of fear... and anger. Which was curious. When Q left her dream state, Zara was able to disengage safely but she seemed in no great hurry to share anything she'd learnt. In fact, she looked a bit worried, so I gave her a hug and Patrice found her a drink which she drained in a gulp. "I think it may be working," she said, finally. "But it's going to be a slow process. She got into the wind thing, for sure, got into it sexually, I mean, might actually have been enjoying the sensations, but as soon as we dropped out of the circuit - when the AI let her get on with it, I mean - she started to get more into ideas of snakes and temptation and all that shit... started to resist the excitement, fall back on her learned precepts. I didn't want to interfere again... even without doing so she was dreaming solidly for about 40 minutes, which is a hell of a long time... but I'm not sure where all this will go next. My suggestion would be to let her wake normally, see how she reacts... then maybe have another go - take it to the next stage - tomorrow."
Which seemed to be that for the night, but actually Zara needed to talk a fair amount more when we were in bed, a while later. In fact, she was worried, worried in a way that she hadn't wanted to explain in front of the others. "Queta's more than frightened," she said, eventually, burying her head in my shoulder and pointedly not looking at me. "And there's more to it than some sort of subconscious hang up. In fact, it's almost like there's something else in her brain, someone else in there..." Well, that was a surprising thought. "You mean like some sort of secondary personality", I queried, "maybe the result of some early trauma - probably sexual trauma, given the external presentation?" "No." She laughed, bitterly. "I think I would recognise that. I know this sounds crazy but I think it's something real, not a subconscious artefact - I've been gambolling merrily through her bloody subconscious, remember - and whatever it may be she's not only frightened of it but despises it, too." I hugged her reassuringly, waited for her to continue. "Thing is, she seems to have built some sort of construct around it - like an oyster making a pearl, perhaps - made it into her own personal satan but... I think it might be an implant of some sort. Some sort of mind control programme". She paused again, and I finished the thought for her. It sounded somewhat implausible, of course, her idea, but... she'd been there, knew what she'd experienced. "And," I continued, "given that we are currently talking about this in a bed which happens to be on an alien planet in a novel strata of the multiverse... and which has been provided by an apparently omnipotent AI... and that said AI has just conclusively demonstrated that it is capable of both reading and influencing our very minds... well, maybe it's not all that implausible after all. You think that this 'implant' was put there by the Wisdom or something like it, don't you?" She shrugged, as well as you can shrug when nuzzling up to someone, said, "Not our Wisdom, no... that doesn't make sense. But - that trouble Yvonne had in Switzerland - we know there are probably others... maybe with different objectives... different methods. The question is, can we do anything about it?"
We gave Queta another dream, of course. This time it had lots of doors, lots of twisting corridors, lots of hiding places. From Zara's reaction - not to mention Q's - it was, frankly, more of a nightmare, but it did sort of work. At least Zara told us that she was sure that the alien presence was there, sure that Queta knew - on some level - that it wasn't part of her. She also wanted rid of it... and had been searching for a rescuer for most of her life. A male rescuer, a knight in shining armour, would you believe. Blame Cervantes, blame the machismo in Spanish culture, blame... whatever. God, to her, was a powerful man, the attraction the possibility that He could rid her of this turbulent beast. And so, despite my strenuous objections, next time we fucked about in Queta's head, we decided, as a group, that it would be me doing the intruding. Which thought literally sickened me, but seemed logical: For one thing, unlike the others, I was able to do Immersion - connect to the Wisdom's data and its data sources on a neurological level - and that could plausibly be an advantage if we were going to try and neutralise whatever it was we were dealing with. Or so we hoped. In fact, it took a couple of days to set up the next session, not least because we had an existing work programme that couldn't simply be abandoned.Patrice and I spent time discussing the issues with the Wisdom - "P had absorbed ideas of possession almost with his mother's milk" - while Zara and Yvonne talked as best they could with Queta directly. Interestingly, the W acknowledged Zara's theory as probable, though without giving us any hint about who or what the other mysterious entities might be, nor how much or how little it had known of them beforehand. Queta, on the other hand, was relatively forthcoming. OK, she gave Yvonne short shrift, but she seemed almost keen to engage with Zara. Maybe she actually recognized her as someone she'd (literally) shared a dream with, or maybe she just recognized Z as someone who'd had to battle more than a few demons of her own. We didn't know - but she was more relaxed with Zara than we'd seen her before, spouting jesuitical sophistry but communicating on a human-to-human level. She even let herself be given a parting hug or two. I found this encouraging, in a way, intimidating in another. Watching the recording of Zara's interactions with her couldn't help but remind me of the brilliant young researcher I'd briefly known... and made me realize what an asset she would be to the Project. Provided I didn't completely fuck her head up.
The AI insisted on my taking a test run of the interface it had designed for the experiment, the idea being that it could use elements of Queta's - and my - 'dream' to provide data and assistance to me surreptitiously. It claimed that this was an extension of work that I'd been doing on visualization of protein/protein binding at the electron level - my day job back 'home' - but the results were light years beyond anything we'd been able to produce in the lab. It really was a full 3D, all-encompassing experience and, while my experience of Immersion in data gathering mode had been something like surfing an incredibly complex waveform, this was disconcertingly like the sort of virtual world video game designers strive for - except that it was utterly real, so far as my biological brain was concerned. I was worried that I would be so literally wrapped up in the experience that it would be difficult to maintain objectivity. After all, I had to continue to absorb and manipulate Queta's thoughts, rather than simply get lost in my own, but the AI gave me the machine equivalent of a snort and pointed out that Q and I had so much in common, given the years we'd spent engrossed in molecular sciences, that the interface would be, in its opinion, trivial. So we decided to give it a go.
This time the set up was simpler, back in the pseudo-biblical desert, again - Queta dreamt a lot about deserts, apparently - only with a large number of intimidating crags from which vulture-like birds were constantly ascending into thermals in the cloudless sky. Queta was walking purposefully across the terrain, aware of a need to travel without - this being a dream - having a conscious goal in mind. I was simply observing, for the moment, could feel the tension within her - the fear - the wariness with which she watched the birds, sought for movement amongst the rocks. She travelled for some time, as the sun grew higher in the sky and the heat became stifling, before coming to a river, flowing through a steeply sided ravine. Across the river was an ancient-looking chain bridge, which she knew, it was imperative - but somehow incredibly dangerous - to cross. Well, it didn't look any too safe to me, either, but it wasn't the thought of falling off the thing that was bothering her - she knew how exposed she would be, how visible to whatever it was she thought might be lurking among all those cliffs. Which, from our perspective, was all to the good - we needed data, information about the mysterious entity that had infected her mind... and that meant we - OK, Queta, it was her bloody dream - had to engage with it. When it did appear, I'm afraid, I was caught by a sudden feeling of utter absurdity... as something that looked very much like a cartoon Devil - pitchfork, horns, pointy tail, the lot - suddenly appeared before her on the bridge. Not that Q was amused - a lot of very basic fear reactions kicked into action and things began to get rapid, dreamwise. First we were falling, not into the ravine but somehow down a narrow, intestinal tunnel, then - well, there were a lot of shifts in the scenery - and Q's velocity within it - but the terror, the pursuit remained consistently acute. The problem was that I knew that none of this was within the program we'd designed, and I was getting clear signals from the AI that it wasn't actually entirely Queta who was controlling things. Which I might have welcomed as confirmation that we did have something exotic to deal with... except that I was a bit caught up in events - and the general atmosphere of sheer terror. I did still have a link of sorts through to the technology - at least for the moment - so I did my damnedest to hang onto some sort of rationality, tried to drill through the rising chaos to extract what facts I could. Which were not exactly reassuring... there was definitely something there... something foreign... something other than Queta, the Wisdom and me, I mean... and it seemed like it was running the show - controlling the dream, anyway - in a way that the AI seemed incapable of influencing. Or maybe that was just me, looking for a savior of my own, given that we'd never expected the AI to actually intervene - that was my job, why I was sitting inside Queta's fantasy in the first place - which was an oddly grounding sort of thought... I realized that things were running away from me, tried again to assess the situation logically, get whatever insights I could from the weirdness going on all round me. It wasn't easy - we - Queta and I and whatever the fuck else it was - were by now in what you could only describe as a really clichéd castle dungeon and being shepherded - by something unseen - down a particularly dank passageway towards... I didn't know what, but I knew to the depths of my soul that it was bad, found myself wondering whether I did, in fact, know this or whether I was merely taking the emotion from Queta... Not that it helped... I was by now almost rigid with fear, could feel the changes in my corporeal body even as I was swept away by the pseudo-reality of the dream. Some small part of my mind must have retained something like sanity, however, as I noticed one very odd aspect of the situation: Some of the spiders' webs - yup, it was that sort of dungeon - were regularly changing color, cycling through red, yellow and green. Which was one of the last-ditch codes I'd agreed with the AI, its logic being that color perception was so integral to my sensorium that it should be the least problematic for it to influence. So it was good to be back in contact with the thing, I thought, even if it was a bit of a shame that that particular code meant 'pull out, NOW!' - or maybe just, 'you're on your own'... Which I didn't find particularly helpful, given that I had no idea how to extricate myself. Oh, and the signal - if that's what it was - had the interesting side effect of alerting our mysterious Other to my presence in its little psychodrama. Or, at least, that seemed to be a reasonable theory as to why those same webs started looping and writhing around me. Not that I suffer from arachnophobia or anything but... well, it just didn't think it was necessary, you know? Particularly as it looked like we'd run out of dungeon - we were now in what looked amazingly like a cell - crumbling stone walls, some very rotten straw smeared across the floor and, of course, many, many more webs, now all a boringly natural grey in color. OK, I thought, ridiculously, the Bogey Man is coming, it knows about you and you're on your own. Deal with it. Except that I wasn't. On my own, I mean - I was with Queta... even if she didn't know it... and the AI had put a lot of effort into ensuring that she wouldn't find out. Nonetheless, I thought, fighting off yet another visceral wave of panic, we had to be better off working together, didn't we? So I started frantically thinking of ways that I might 'contact' Q, albeit with no very clear idea of where to start - telepathy never having been my strong point. Not that thinking logically while becoming overwhelmed with the idea that something indeterminate was about to do something inexplicably horrible things to me had ever been something I'd worked on, either, though... I knew that I needed a link and the only link I'd ever had with Queta was the work we'd done together. So I tried hard to think about that - trying to remember papers she'd published, details of the experiments we'd co-operated on or discussed, even the design of that bloody synchrotron... anything, really. And struck gold, when I got one of the details wrong - and she corrected me. Not that we started talking or anything, but I did get to have my own independent presence in her dream - I'd rather not comment on how her subconscious made me appear - which meant, I hoped, that I could act independently, too. Or, better yet, in concert with Queta - whose own self-representation was going through some fairly rapid shifts, I noticed... maybe trying to resolve the issue of how I had suddenly appeared in her dream. To be honest, I was a bit disconcerted by some of the transmogrifications - Q naked but for a pair of sheer stockings was particularly distracting - but soon enough I realized that things had changed in other ways, too. The cell had rapidly expanded and Queta and my - umm - avatar were now standing very close together in what looked horribly like an arena - a gladiatorial arena, to be precise.Which seemed to indicate that we'd reached some sort of showdown, I felt, even as I noticed that across the 'field' from us was... a giant woodlouse. Or quite possibly a trilobite. Which, of course, are the one thing I do have a fairly major fear of - irrational, I know, but, well, there it is. Can't stand the fuckers. Luckily, Queta didn't share my oddity in this regard. Or maybe it's just that a big - a really big - isopod is probably not all that scary when you've been used to confronting the Devil Incarnate. And it was her dream, after all, so the fact that a can of - I kid you not - ACME Kilz All Bugz suddenly appeared in her hands probably had a sort of perverse inevitability. As did the fact that the previously empty 'arena' got quite rapidly full of lava flows and brimstone and stuff, and that the big arthropod got distinctly fuzzy even as Q was advancing towards it. In fact, the thing appeared to be having a bit of an identity crisis - I'd never seen a woodlouse with a tail before, nor little red horns - which I reckoned must mean it was having problems deciding how to deal with the pair of us, given that we were clearly frightened by very different things. And that distraction, I thought, might allow me to get back in contact with the AI, maybe enlist some help or something?
Well, maybe it was the AI, maybe it wasn't, but I suddenly knew very clearly that it would not be a good idea if Q - now dressed, I noted, vaguely, rather like Joan of Arc as imagined by Hollywood - did in fact manage to kill the thing. We needed to know a lot more about it, and that involved capture if at all possible. At which thought the world went vividly green for a moment - AI speak for 'good thinking' or such like - and I found myself holding a large net... yeah, just like the ones the guys with the tridents used in ancient Rome. So I threw it over Queta. Which was a bit unsporting of me, I suppose, and also left me - given that Q was finding it strangely difficult to extract herself from the net - the sole focus of our adversary. Which was back to looking like a woodlouse, again, only this time it had added a pair of spider-like mandibles. Each of which, I estimated, as it scuttled surprisingly rapidly in my direction, was about a metre and a half long. And more than capable of eviscerating me.
Of course, you learn a lot about yourself in such situations. I learnt that my bowel control - at least in a dream - was rather more effective than I'd ever have imagined... and that even when facing certain death I didn't feel the need to pray. Well, maybe you don't have to with a friendly AI around. Prayer or not, what I got was a solution: A solution consisting of the sudden appearance of Yvonne, or, at least Yvonne as she appeared to imagine herself - a slight figure of a woman so encumbered by ammunition belts, grenades and sundry firearms that she'd never have been able to stand in real life - and carrying a Patent Devil Bug restraint - also by ACME - which I like to think was a small joke on the AI's part. In any case, it worked better than any of Wile E Coyote's ever did.
So I found myself back in the recovery suite, just like any other Immersion episode, with Zara in attendance as I regained some sort of reality. "Well, congratulations," she said, evenly. "I'm not quite sure why you felt it necessary to discard the plan so completely, nor how you managed to need rescuing when you were only supposed to be observing, but - yeah - well, you got a result, I suppose." I waited for a little while - Zara was not always terribly eager to volunteer information - but eventually had to ask her outright whether she'd like to give me any details of the result in question. This got me an exasperated snort. "Hell, I don't know," she said with some passion. "The Wisdom's gone all shtumm on us - won't give any details until it's talked to you, believe it or not - but it seemed pretty damned pleased. Smug, you might even say, if you could imagine a virtually omnipotent pile of nuts and bolts ever being smug." I confessed that I found this rather easy to envisage. Changing tack, I asked about Queta, how she was, that sort of thing. "Seems OK," Zara shrugged, "woke up pretty normally, all physio readings right on the green - so no cause for concern. Except that she really wants - or, at least, needs - to talk to you, too..." "Right," I said, as she paused. "Given the way it all panned out, she could hardly have failed to know I was involved. The question, really, is how she reacts to the interference - I mean, gate crashing someone else's dreams is a pretty unpleasant thing to do..." "Yeah, well. Luckily, Yvonne was also involved, dragging your arse out of a problem, so, while you've been out of action - it's been four and a bit days, incidentally, owing to the number of brain cells you fried in all the excitement - we have been able to make some progress on that side of things." I waited again, still feeling a bit fuzzy and, mentally, like I'd done fifteen rounds with Godzilla or something, and eventually she did continue. "Basically, it appears that the religiosity stuff has been pretty much sorted - or, at least, that she's doing a failure major re-evaluation of her belief system and - given that she's a coldly logical scientist at heart - there's probably only one way that's going to go." "On the other hand, there's no increased interest in sex or any relaxation of her hang-ups in that regard - trust me, I've been checking. So, if you were trying to recruit her to your harem, I'd think again. Not least because there's been one other change of note: She now really, really hates you."
Which I thought was a bit unfair, given that I had been more than a little reluctant to get involved in the process to start with. Still, I could live with it, as a result - personal animosity aside, a less religiously fanatical was probably someone we could work with. I said as much, and Zara looked slightly disappointed. "We could try another dream," she said, wistfully, "I mean, it was kind of fun..." "Well - maybe for you," I replied, beginning to disconnect myself from the technology. "What I think I need to do now is talk to the AI - and I'm not going to do that without the rest of you... and Queta... around. So let's get everyone together in the seminar room, shall we?"
By the time we got there - Zara being kind enough to help me limp along - Patrice was already sitting at one end of the table, looking slightly bemused. The AI was - as a given - always everywhere in our little microcosm, so we only had to wait for Yvonne - and Queta, who she'd gone to collect. Which gave me, at least, a little time to gather my thoughts... and to admit to myself that I was still far from fully fit - feeling pretty groggy, to be honest. Or at least I was, until Queta came in and the look she gave me got the adrenalin flowing. I mean, I think I'm quite a nice bloke, all in all, and I'm not used to being despised. However, once Q had found a seat - as far as possible from me, obviously, Yvonne fluttering in nervous attendance - I felt I should kick things off with a direct question to the AI. "OK", I said, not even trying for a rhetorical flourish. "Explain. What the fuck happened?" For once it didn't reply in its conventional fashion - I got the disembodied voice but inside my head. [Xavier], it said, [This is premature. There are things we need to discuss]. "Fuck that," I said, aloud. "This is a collective. Discussions take place in the open or not at all." I saw Zara look startled - and maybe a little scared - by this, Patrice and Yvonne intrigued, Queta just as pissed off as before. The reply, though, was audible to all. "The operation was a success," it said, carefully. "The controlling artefact within Professor Munoz's brain has been isolated and removed. Analysis is proceeding. You may congratulate yourselves on this, I think." And that was it. Great, I thought, nice to be congratulated and all that, but it would be even nicer to get a question answered. So I tried again, with added sarcasm, inviting the machinery to explain, if it would be so kind, quite what the analysis had revealed to date? We got a bunch of technobabble in reply. I didn't understand a tenth of it - wasn't supposed to understand it, I realised - but for what it's worth, the facts to date appeared to be that the 'artefact' was, physically, about a 5mm cube of amorphous silicon, a lot of guff about carbon nanotube dendriforms, etc etc etc. Blinding with science, I thought... or baffling with bullshit. But it was all, I knew, that we were going to get it. "Right. From that description, it appears blindingly obvious, at the very least, that this 'artefact' was not of human origin. So who put it there and to what purpose?" There was, remarkably for the Wisdom, a long pause. Eventually, it said, "Analysis is on-going. Clearly, however, the physical attributes of the device indicate a technological level similar to - or greater than - my own. As to 'why' it was implanted, I would suggest that it was intended to guide and direct Professor Munoz's life - and work - in a way of interest to its manufacturers." Queta looked pretty unhappy about that - Patrice looked like he might be physically sick - but I didn't see any real alternative to pressing on. "Influencing her in what direction? And why? I mean, why her and why to whatever the end may have been?" "This is not known," it told me. "My analysis to date, however, suggests that the implant was made at the neonatal stage and that Professor Munoz's precocious intellectual development may have been the result of the intervention rather than its cause.""OK, I thought - serves me right for ignoring the warning and going public with all this. Now Q had to live with not only the fact that she had been infected but that she had only become who she was as a direct result of that process. I began to wonder where one could get a decent psychiatrist from in a tearing hurry, but Queta cut off the thought. "Well, c'est la vie, and all that. When all's said and done, I am who - and what I am," she said, then paused to give me a really filthy look before continuing. "And maybe I actually have an advantage over all of you - I mean, my interest in science wasn't the result of some random teacher showing me a flame test or an emerging butterfly imago or whatever. Apparently, it was engineered by an alien intelligence. That's pretty neat, when you think about it..." Which brutally pragmatic take on life probably explained, I thought, how she got to be a professor when I never did. It didn't go down well with the rest of the crew, though - Yvonne physically moved away from her. I wondered where to go next, but the Wisdom anticipated me. "I will continue the analysis, of course. For the moment, though, I think I can suggest a solution to immediate difficulties. A fellow AI - yes, there are a group of us - has expressed an interest in becoming involved with me in my work regarding your home planet. This second AI would be willing to adopt Professor Munoz to work with it as I have with you. Given the personal issues evident, between the Professor and Xavier at least, this seems a viable way of maximizing our use of available resources and enabling future co-operation without significant immediate distractions." Zara thought this could do with clarification, and asked, "You mean Queta gets her own - umm - habitat, maybe recruits her own team, but continues to co-operate with the stuff we already have planned?" The silence that greeted that, we decided to take as an affirmative, though I think we were all a bit confused, not least Queta, who didn't seem to have been given much of a role in the decision making. Not, I thought, grimly, for the first time. And then Patrice asked a follow-up question. "We also have a number of the Professor's erstwhile colleagues in stasis. What happens to them, now?"
We had a bit of a conclave immediately after the meeting - just the four of us, though the Wisdom was presumably listening in - and agreed that this was probably a viable solution. I mean, Queta's talents were obvious and valuable, and there was a vast amount we needed to do, but it would take a long time before we could be remotely comfortable in sharing living space with her - or her with us, once she realised just how much we'd all contributed to her psychic deflowerment. And, presumably, this new AI on the block could be relied upon to keep our various activities co-ordinated to an adequate degree. So, in so far as we had the remotest influence on the outcome, we agreed that this was probably a reasonable solution. The more so when the Wisdom confirmed that Queta would be setting up shop with - at least at first - all of the colleagues we'd so obligingly rescued so long ago. Which left us free to get on with our end of the business, and to try and make up the time we'd lost in our impromptu exercise in psychic re-engineering. But first of all, we decided to have a bit of a party. Queta didn't accept her invitation.
Later, I was alone with Zara again, rehashing the events of the previous weeks. She sympathized with the unfairness of Queta's reaction, congratulated me on my spontaneity in improvising some sort of solution and generally did a pretty good job of being supportive and - well, loving. She also gave me a really nice massage, thereby ministering to my physical as well as mental aches and pains. This was just not the Zara I knew. So I asked her, after a while, quite why she was being so nice, what, to be precise, was it that she wanted from me? "Well, aside from the obvious," she said, taking the massage to new areas, "there is a question I'd like to ask..." "What," she went on, "is it with you and bloody woodlice?" | null | null | Authors/ExtrusionUK/wisdomConversion.txt |
76,046 | Sandman | Zero G | Zero G by Sandman (sci fi detective sex) 9, 10, 10
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8350.txt
Raga by Taria (oriental sex fantasy) 10, 10, 10
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8404.txt
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8405.txt
Still Rejected by Penthouse Forum by OddManOut Anywhere (humorous wild orgy) 10, 10, 10
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8216.txt
Pidge's Story by Jordan Shelbourne (poignant threesome) 10, 10, 10
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8437.txt
Guest Reviews:
A Lover's Tail by Emerson Laken-Palmer (teen incest) 9, 7, 6
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8207.txt.
Laura and Me by The Light Within (phone sex) 10, 10, 10
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7840.txt
In the Mirror by Mary Westbourne (vague bdsm) 9, 3, 7
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8245.txt
Dick Thruster and the Passion Pirates by Nikos Ravoni (Spaceman Spiff sex) 10,10,10
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8408.Reposted Reviews:
* "Slippery When Wet" by SueNH (sex in jacuzzi) 10, 10, 10
* = Repost of previous review (because the story has recently been reposted)
"Zero G" by Sandman (1998 [email protected]). Sandman's stories are archived at ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/sandman/index.html.
This is the third story posted to this newsgroup in which Steve Whiley has appeared. I rated "Starlight" among my Top Stories of January. I have not yet reviewed "Double Blind"; but if these other two stories are any indication, that's a serious omission that I had better correct.
Although this is technically and primarily a mystery story, it's also the ultimate "mile-high-sex" story - sex in a moving space vehicle (actually a modified asteroid) on its way to Mars. Hence the title.
Ever since I learned about space travel and sex, I have wondered about what it would be like to experience sex in a weightless environment. Since I learned about weightlessness from Sister Mary Tight Ass, you can easily imagine that the topic did not come up in the classroom discussion. However, the fact that the first American woman in space was named Sally Ride did cause a titter to pass among us. At the time, we even giggled that the Russian women were probably having sex in space - but probably with other women.
And so it was with great interest that I sat down at my computer to read about Steve and Trish, with their potential for 40-million-mile-high sex. The trip is scheduled to take eight weeks. It turns out that the only real way to have sex in space is orally: copulation is so difficult it isn't worth doing.
But midway into the trip, Dr. Ernest Vance, a wormhole researcher from Harvard, is murdered. Since he is an ex-cop and a private investigator, Steve is assigned to investigate the crime. Trish serves as his faithful psychic - er, sidekick. She plays Watson to Steve's Holmes - with the notable difference that she gets sexually turned on while discussing clues.
Steve solves the crime, of course; and a reporter even tries to purchase the VR rights to the story. The sex plays little real part in the story; it's just background - very nice background.
This is a very good detective story. By that I mean the clues actually make sense. Even if you don't figure out who did it before the author tells you, the clues make sense when the Great Detective explains how he figured it out. In addition, the science makes sense: the information regarding gravity seems to be accurate, even though the wormhole notion is a flight of fantasy, if you'll pardon the pun.
This story offered another candidate for the accidental quote of the month: "He (the deceased) was a hard man...." As they say, a hard man is good to find.
Although the author generally writes very well, this story has several minor problems. For example, he confuses "complement" for "compliment", "discrete" for "discreet", and "fiancée" for "fiancé". {I think I had better dig out my old grammar column.} However, these minor errors do not significantly detract from the overall story.
Fucking through a wormhole - now THERE'S a possibility for a sequel.
Ratings for "Zero G"
Athena (technical quality): 9
Venus (plot & character): 10
Celeste (appeal to reviewer): 10
"Raga" by Taria ([email protected]). Taria's stories are archived at http://members.aol.com/TariaT.
The prince is having a session with a new girl from his harem. She's young and inexperienced, but also extraordinarily adept at the arts of love. The prince is enchanted by her, and the sex is really hot. The exotic atmosphere enhances the lovemaking.
But this story actually takes place in the imagination of someone else, who is making love in a much more mundane setting. The contrast enhances the impact of the sexual activities.
This is a very good story, but my description does not do it justice. This is a creative - almost poetic - story that is simply hard to describe. Take a look at it yourself. I doubt that you'll be disappointed.
Ratings for "Raga"
Athena (technical quality): 10
Venus (plot & character): 10
Celeste (appeal to reviewer): 10
"Still Rejected by Penthouse Forum" by OddManOut Anywhere ([email protected]). The woman who presumably wrote this letter and her husband have been fantasizing about her having sex with another man. Of course (as my credulous assumptions would suggest) this turns them both on tremendously, and they determine to give it a try in real life at that American Mecca of sexuality - a dude ranch in Montana. Polly really wants to fuck Gus the Cowboy, but she can't see it in her heart to leave out any of the other delectable ranch hands {or is that raunch hands?}, and so (another credulous assumption), hubby suggests a gangbang. And so it goes. When she runs out of cowboys, she has them round up a doggie for her. And yes, next she takes it up the nose. {Is that even possible?} Then she does it with a fish; and then.... Well, you wouldn't believe it anyway.
Needless to say, that was just the beginning of a wild week for Polly and George at the dude ranch in Montana. What I'd like to know is why Penthouse would turn down a letter like this.
As in his past efforts, the author continues to parody real Penthouse Forum letters by using creative euphemisms to describe sexual activities, by making somewhat exaggerated claims about sexual exploits (some of which may be untrue), by writing "George and I" when it should be "George and me," and by generally sounding like a naive ditz who is trying to appear sophisticated in the eyes of the Forum editor.
Ratings for "Still Rejected by Penthouse Forum"
Athena (technical quality): 10
Venus (plot & character): 10
Celeste (appeal to reviewer): 10
"Pidge's Story" Jordan Shelbourne ([email protected]). Jordan Shelbourne's stories are archived at http://www.u36.com/jordan.
This story combines elements of spouse watching stories (actually, boyfriend watching) with realistic emotions of ambivalence and jealousy. Although spouse watching stories are often quite enjoyable in their own right, they usually make the assumption that watching your lover boink someone else has no effect other than to turn the viewer on. In this story, the viewer does get turned on, but there are some other emotions as well.
The author hints at the beginning of the story that this story is not quite complete; and I suspect that this really means that he is not yet quite satisfied with the way he has handled these emotions. I think that problem arises from the fact that those emotions would be just plain hard to sort out. As it stands, I think he has done a very good job with this story.
Pidge has decided to break up with her boyfriend Ben, and she is doing this by introducing him to a threesome with her friend Mary. The sex is both hot and poignant.
Ratings for "Pidge's Story"
Athena (technical quality): 10
Venus (plot & character): 10
Celeste (appeal to reviewer): 10
"A Lover's Tail" by Emerson Laken-Palmer ([email protected]). Guest review by Dart.
Amber and Brian are two very horny teenagers that live with their mother, and the "family servant," Jenny. Jenny, bless her heart, recognizes how horny the two teenagers are and generously provides each of them with sexual satisfaction before introducing them to each other in a fashion not generally thought appropriate for siblings. Amber and Brian, of course, love their introduction.
I found the characters in this story too thinly developed, and the plot, at least through the beginning of the story, too hurried. In particular, I feel that the character development didn't support the story's surprise ending.
Ratings for "A Lover's Tail"
Athena (technical quality): 9
Venus (plot & character): 7
Dart (appeal to reviewer): 6
"Laura and Me" by The Light Within ([email protected]). Guest review by David Rills
This is Phone Sex the way it ought to be. It's something most men fantasized about - your girlfriend giving you a great Blow Job while you talk to a sexy telemarketer. The story is well done and a real turn on. I highly recommend this one.
Ratings for "Laura and Me"
Athena (technical quality): 10
Venus (plot & character): 10
David (appeal to reviewer): 10
"In the Mirror" by Mary Westbourne ([email protected]). Guest review by Fiddler.
A woman looks at herself in the mirror and appreciates the changes that have occurred under her lover's (not always tender) ministrations. That's it. Neither the sex nor the bondage and spanking is particularly explicit. The feeling is a bit warmer than the review, however.
Best line: "The air skulks in."
Ratings for "In the Mirror"
Athena (technical quality): 9
Venus (plot & character): 3
Fiddler (appeal to this reviewer): 7
"Dick Thruster and the Passion Pirates" by Nikos Rovani ([email protected]) guest review by Sandman ([email protected]).
Sci-Fi stories can be tricky for a reader. There's more chance you'll find some nubile vixen reaching orgasm from the slimy touches of a jaxinian sand worm than the more "normal" male/female interactions. This is the problem, I suspect, most readers have with stories labeled Sci-Fi. But a story review can put those fears to rest. Rest assured, this story is strictly a human male/multiple human female story that just happens to take place in the future.
Dick and Dick's dick have been in space far, far too long as Dick's dick continually reminds him.Being in space does something to a CosCop (Cosmic Cop); you learn to talk in clichés, and you learn to hold complete conversations with your dick. It makes for some pretty interesting conversations indeed, when Dick and Dick's dick are captured by space pirates.
This is at first a source of tension, since the pirates are showing an unhealthy interest in both Dick and Dick's dick, but tension soon turns to witty and giddy delight when Dick and Dick's dick find they've been captured by FEMALE pirates -- talk about luck! Dick's dick finds itself in Dick's dick's dick heaven. Sorry, just wanted to see if I could get away with that last sentence. :-)
LOL is a cliché in the online world, but this story definitely had me laughing out loud in the real world. The story is witty, funny, and tongue-in-cheek enough for even the most hardened readers of this newsgroup. In a way, the story is very similar to some of M1ke Hunt's stuff, and for those going through M1ke withdrawal, this is a worthy substitute. M1ke never wrote a sci-fi piece, but if he ever did, something tells me it would be very much like this.
The only thing I would have liked to see different in this story would be blank lines between the paragraphs and between dialog lines. This really didn't distract from the reading once I got used to it, but as the only distraction in an otherwise perfectly good story, I feel compelled to point it out. The white space serves as markers for the readers' eyes, making it easier to know where they are and where they've been.
In my scores, I should knock off a point for this in Athena, but I'm going to be lenient here -- maybe because I'm just in such a good mood right now, but mostly because a ten in the appeal to reviewer category allows me to overlook the negligible flaws in an otherwise outstanding story.
In summary, I find myself highly recommending "Dick Thruster and the Passion Pirates," and at 16k (maybe a 15-minute read for slow readers), there's no excuse not to judge the story for yourself.
{Celestial note: "... even the most hardened readers.... " - do I have naive reviewers or what?}
Ratings for "Dick Thruster and the Passion Pirates":
Athena (technical quality): 10 -- Had too much fun to find problems.
Venus (plot & character): 10 -- Great idea.
Sandman (appeal to reviewer): 10 - Highly recommended.
* "Slippery When Wet" by SueNH. This was one of the first really sexy stories I reviewed for Celestial Reviews. I'll repost the original review:
I was going to read this story late at night and write the review right away, but after a story like that, I have to take a break and visit my husband. He's going to wake up with one hot mouth around his cock! This was a truly erotic story. I can't do it justice by trying to summarize it - It's about a girl and a guy who get into the fitness center jacuzzi after closing time. Read the story for the rest.
The only part that I didn't like at first was when they let the three college kids join them in the jacuzzi. Actually, I liked that part too; but except for that part, I'd be ecstatic for a chance to do exactly what the two of them did. Sue has one of the best disclaimers of all the a.s.s. writers: "Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can." And so can I! | sci fi detective sex | null | Authors/Celestial_Reviews/1998/258-Feb_14.txt |
80,983 | AndromedanDracula | Down With Hypno Snakes | Zachary Gordon, the sprightly pint-sized star of 'Diary of a Wimpy Kid', woke up groggily with his cheek pressed against cold concrete. A cool rivulet of drool slipped down his lips when he lifted his head up, panicking when he found himself wrapped up from head to toe by heavy, thick rope. Helplessly, he struggled. He tried to scream for help but was stifled by a hard rubber ball gag strapped tightly to his mouth. A shadowy figure came out of the dank darkness of this concrete bunker Zach was trapped in. The boy screamed incoherently through his gag for help, tears welling up in his bloodshot eyes. The mysterious creeper emerged out of the black and came under the dim fluorescent light bulb dangling overhead. Zack pissed himself in fright as he was confronted with a pale-skinned teenager wearing an emerald green cloak. In ominous tones, the soft-voiced teen spoke.
"Please don't cry, Zachary," the teen said in a caring tone. "I'm sorry we had to tie you up again, but you almost got away from us, and I simply can't allow that to happen."
Zack didn't have a clue what the teen was talking about. The last thing he could remember was kicking back with a Shirley Temple at a press party for Justin Bieber's live-action Jungle Book remake. He remembered getting hypnotized in Sir Hiss's coils, getting his rocks off a little for fun...some flashes of color...quite beautiful really...getting lightheaded...and then...those psychos crashed the party and kidnapped him!
A militant group of teen cultists had been snatching up mancubs left and right from their loving snakes to try to convert them back to their own species. These young people were a resistance group who rejected reptile dominance over humanity, making it their mission to deprogram the poor brainwashed boys who chose to associate with prominent Hollywood hypno pythons. And Zack was their latest rescue mission.
The previously known teen removed his heavy green cloak, revealing himself to be one of the Disney twin duo of Dylan and Cole Sprouse. Cole, with his shaggy dirty blonde hair and glowing white smile, was a quite a strange sight for the bound boy to take in. Cole knelt down and wiped away Zach's tears with his thumb, stroking his mussed-up brown hair gently. Zack flinched at the contact.
"I know you're confused, Zack," Cole said sadly, "and I promise that I'll help you get your head straight soon enough. But you're going to have to stay put. We can't have you running back to Hiss and telling him where we are. I'm gonna take the gag off, but you're gonna have to promise not to scream. Got it?"
Zack's jaw ached from holding in the ball gag, and he nodded weakly 'yes'. Cole unstrapped the gag, making Zack drool and spit out the rancid taste of old hard rubber. The boy gasped for breath and craned his head up at Cole, begging with his eyes to be released.
"Please Cole, just let me go. I'll do anything you say," Zack croaked.
Cole smiled warmly, running his fingers across the boy's cheek.
"How does a hot shower, a big breakfast, and a fresh pair of undies sound to you? If I get all of these ropes off, do you promise not to try to escape?"
Zack, weak and powerless to resist, just nodded 'yes' again. He was fearful of what his former Hollywood Disney friend was going to do to him, but didn't want to be wriggling like a worm on a concrete floor either. So he stayed still as Cole pulled him upright and began unwrapping his tight bonds. Zack was flushed with embarrassment when he realized he was only in a pair of piss-stained briefs, the acrid stench of his own ruin making him scrunch his nose.
"Pee-yooo!" Cole said. "If I knew you were gonna wet yourself, I would've put you in training pants."
Zack's eyes grew wide in alarm at the threat.
"Just kidding, dude," Cole said assuredly, placing Zack's hands behind his back and cuffing him. Zack's scrawny boyish chest stuck out comically, like he was waiting in line to be chewed out by a drill sergeant. But screaming at a hypno-victim wasn't the human resistance's methods. Ironically, it wasn't too far off from the mesmerism that mancubs were subjected to by their dominating snake masters. Zach was led by the cloak-clad Sprouse brother through endless gray corridors lined with heavy steel doors. Cole led him further through rooms filled with boxes of animation cells, shelves of film cans, animation stands, and plush lounges filled with the after-scent of cigarette smoke. It didn't take Zach too long after seeing the trademark Mickey Mouse logo that he was deep underground in the Disney Vault itself!
A popular urban legend, this secret vault was supposed to be 'ol Uncle Walt's fallout shelter built for the Disney elite to survive the upcoming nuclear war with the commies. But Walt had dropped dead at the tail end of the '60s, and the facility was converted into a repository for the secret shames and scandals that should never be allowed to see the light of day. In a huge gymnasium-sized space, hundreds of pristine prints of the racist masterpiece 'Song of the South' had been put in a big pile next to mountains of documents confirming Walt Disney's tangential ties to the Nazi party. Bones from the remains of Disney's competitors had been arranged in strange patterns, their occult significance lost to time. Zack shrieked when his bare foot crushed a child-sized leg bone underneath him, his cry met with more forceful prodding by Cole to keep trudging on. The wimpy kid's destination was completely unknown, but he knew no matter what, this wasn't going to be a zippidy-do-dah day for him. After a tiring march through one strange freak show after another, Zack was led into a small, dusty classroom. Zack tried all he could from screaming out again when he saw a dozen other movie star boys sitting in rotting desks, wearing dead blank zombie-like expressions on their faces. They stared ahead at a black-and-white projector screen, slumped down with their elbows resting tranquilly on their desks. Unlike the half-naked wimpy kid, the other Hollywood IT boys were dressed in skin-tight one-piece green unitards with the words 'HUMANS FIRST' printed on their chests. Cole's brother Dylan sat at the teacher's desk in a sharp green business suit, madly typing long strings of commands into an obsolete desktop computer. The Sprouse brother's evil sneering face was glowed eerily from the green-and-black screen.
"About time, Cole," Dylan said calmly. "I was almost going to send of the drones after ya. If you and Zach want to fool around, you'll have plenty of time later...once we straightened his sick little mind out a little."
"No!" Zack yelled. "You're not going to get away with this! Mass-I mean, Hiss is coming for me!"
Cole, in hearing this declaration of Zack submissively calling that pervy snake his 'master', shoved him violently into a splintery rotten desk and pushed his eyes wide open.
"Enough of this sick ass snake bullshit!" Cole said. "Play the film!"
Dylan passively brought up the propaganda film and hit 'return'. A small compartment from the ceiling opened up and an overhead projector whirred to life, illuminating the room with a corrective educational movie designed for humans who succumbed to perversions and the 'mancub lifestyle'.
Zack could do nothing but fix his eyes forward as a cheery-sounding narrator began to describe the black-and-white film reel being displayed in front of him.
"Hey there Mouseketeers, this is your 'ol Uncle Walt. It seems like some of you boys and girls have fallen in with a bad crowd, and are under the dastardly influence of the clandestine cabal of cold-blooded commie hypno snakes. But never fear. I've contacted Dr. Freeman, inventor of the modern medical cure of the lobotomy, to design a program that will break you free of your snake perversion once and for all. Just let go...and keep your eyes forward."
Zack looked at the strange pulsing patterns of light and color in front of him dumbfounded. Instead of the pleasurable spirals of Hiss's hypnosis, his mind was filled with a brain-stabbing pain that made him moan and whimper in agony. Cole held his head straight and pushed his eyelids wide open with his thumbs. Tears rolled down Zack's face, knowing that after this brainwashing session, his desires for his master would be replaced with the 'correct' craving for boys his own age. The Sprouse brothers cackled evilly in triumph. Zach was going to be their slave now, and part of their nameless, faceless army to annihilate the hypno snake menace from the face of the Earth. All was lost. That was, until...
The image on the film was replaced by the fat, bulbous head of Lord Set, king of the pythons. In this new film, spliced covertly right into the old one, Set sat on his temple throne surrounded by scantily dressed mancubs of all shapes and sizes. With a deep, trembling voice, the giant snake Lord Spiraled his eyes and gave the shocked Sprouse brothers a whole new 'lesson'.
"It'ssssss time to ssssssender mancubsss," Set commanded. "Your cult of humanity hasss been compromisssed.""Now, playthings, lose yourself to my gaze and learn your place," Dylan and Cole's eyes nearly bulged out of their heads at Set's power, ripping off their cloaks and facing the screen with rock-hard boners poking through their briefs. The twins put their hands over their heads submissively, mouths gaping and strings of drool dripping to the classroom floor. They moaned in lust, creaming their shorts helplessly as Set's film destroyed their wills. Zack slid further back into the desk seat, smiling dumbly with circles of color bursting in his eyes. The wimpy kid's boner strained in his yellow-stained briefs, the boy desperate for relief. If it weren't for the cuffs, Zack would've stroked his boy dick raw to get off. But he wasn't going to have to wait long, for the Snake Liberation Squad was coming. And he'd once again be in the comfort of Sir Hiss's loving coils.
The classroom full of zombie mancubs smiled sweetly at their snake god, hanging on his every command. Set droned on with his indoctrination, bending their wills totally to serve the new snake order. After hours and hours of eye-searing hypnosis, Set commanded his playthings to drift into a silent slumber. Zack's face hit the desk, his cheek resting on its cool, splintered surface, and went to sleep like a good mancub.
The mysterious Mr. Kipling and his crack team of boy thieves would soon rescue the kidnapped Hollywood idols, and phase two of total reptilian dominance of the world would begin. Pity the foolish humans who stood in their way... | null | null | Authors/AndromedanDracula/Kaa Hypno Series/Down With Hypno Snakes.txt |
81,876 | Take Charge Dad | Making of a Slave Boy: Interrogation | Zach and Alex kept playing cards as they occasionally looked out at the approaching fishing boat. I knew we were expected to meet the boat at the dock to greet our Master and tie the boat up. I started to get anxious as the boat got closer. They didn't seem to be concerned. "Um, shouldn't we get down to the dock?" I asked, looking at first Zach, then Alex.
Alex smirked, "Sure, if you're chicken. YOU better head down there now, you better be early since a little wimp like you can't risk being late and getting punished. You should take the Slave with you," he said, nodding at Zach.
Zach laughed, "Nah, I'm not afraid of being late, plus I can run faster than you. Why don't you get started down there and I'll catch up."
I wasn't really sure exactly what game they were playing with each other, but I decided I didn't care if they thought I was chicken or not. I wasn't about to be late to greet our Master at the dock. I climbed down from the loft and made my way to the dock. I stood there waiting for a couple minutes, and as the fishing boat approached the dock, Alex and Zach came running down the dock just in time to be standing at the end as Master pulled the boat alongside and reversed the engines to stop the boat's momentum. Our Master was shirtless as he stood at the helm. I was again struck by how handsome he was - he was just so manly. Maybe Alex was right, I was a fag that wanted to belong to a real man.
There was a moment of confusion as we realized that Jose was not on the fishing boat with Master. When they explained my duties for the boat docking to me, Alex and Zach had said that Jose would be with our Master. Jose was supposed to toss the rope to me to secure the stern. Since he wasn't there, we went with plan B; Zach jumped onto the fishing boat and tossed me the rope, then he scrambled to the bow to toss a line to Alex.
After the boat was secure, we all stood on the dock, our hands behind our backs, and our heads bowed. Alex wiggled his toes, the signal, and we all said "Welcome home, Master," just as we had practiced.
"Hello boys," replied our Master as he stepped down onto the dock, carrying a backpack. He was dressed in cargo shorts and a tight t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms and chest. "Slave and Alex, unload the supplies and put everything away, then occupy yourselves in the main house. You have permission to play video games. Boy, follow me," he said as he turned and started walking up the dock towards the island.
"Yes Master," we all answered before separating. Zach and Alex climbed into the boat to start unloading it, while I hurried after Master. I caught up to him and fell into place behind him as he had been taught by Zach and Alex, slightly to his right and about two feet behind him. If Alex had been with us, he would have taken the position where I was, while the next 'highest' ranked boy would take up position behind him and to his left. If all three of us were to be with him, I would walk behind all three, in line with our Master, forming a diamond pattern.
I followed him as he walked towards the kennels. Even though Zach had assured me that I wasn't going to be locked up in one of the cages, I was still nervous. We went inside and let out a sigh of relief as he led me upstairs to one of the rooms off the main hallway. I hadn't been up here before, but when we went into the room it was obvious that one of the other boys had been in here recently to set it up. There was a full-size bed against one wall with a table next to it. The bed frame had drawers built into it underneath the bed. The bed frame also had thick wooden bed posts that were lined with eye rings. There were also lots of eye rings in the ceiling and walls. A pair of chains hung down from the ceiling. I closed the door behind me and took up position just inside the room, my feet shoulder-width apart, my arms behind my back, and my head slightly bowed with my eyes directed towards the floor a few feet in front of me.
"Okay Boy, time to show me what you've learned," he said as he set his backpack down on the table next to the bed. "Present," he ordered. I quickly moved my arms up, locked my hands behind my head and stuck my elbows out. I kept my chest pushed out by pulling my shoulders back. He walked over and ran his hands over my body, feeling my arms, shoulders, chest, stomach and butt. "Such a pretty submissive boy. I'm looking forward to breaking you in," he said as he stepped behind me.
He reached around and tugged on my nipples, "I'm going to stretch out your little titties; give you some big thick nipples that I can chew on." He started pinching my nipples, digging into them with his fingernails. I tried my best not to cry out in pain, but he kept squeezing until I let out a whine while my knees started to shake and I unconsciously tried to pull my chest away from the abuse. He released my aching tits, then slapped my ass hard, "Back into position Boy." I quickly straightened up and pressed my chest back out.
"Not bad, you lasted longer than I expected. You have some potential. You will eventually learn to enjoy the pain, to crave it. You won't feel alive unless you are getting abused. You are mine now Boy to do with as I please. Pleasuring me will be your sole desire, and nothing brings me more pleasure than abusing a little slut like you," he said as he walked in front of me. He reached down and grabbed my soft little cock and tiny balls, wrapping his hand around them.
"Who do these belong to Boy?" he asked.
"You, Master," I said.
"What is their purpose?" he asked.
"To bring you pleasure, Master," I answered. Zach had coached me on what the correct answers were to questions like this.
"Good Boy," he said as he started to squeeze them. I did my best to control the pain using a breathing exercise Alex taught me, but eventually the pain again grew to more than I could take. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I cried out but couldn't pull away because his grip was too tight. He eventually let go, but then pulled his hand back and delivered a hard open palm slap to my balls. I screamed in pain and collapsed. I clutched at my aching balls and curled up into a fetal position as I cried.
"I am disappointed in you Boy. Not because you couldn't take the pain, but because you deceived me. I only buy boys that no one wants. Boys who no one will miss. But apparently you somehow tricked Jose, and therefore me. Who is looking for you, boy?" he asked. I could hear him walking around the room, but I wasn't looking at him.
I was confused; I didn't know what he was talking about. I gave him the only answer I could, "I don't know, Master."
"Liar!" he yelled. He kicked me. "Who would miss if you disappeared? Answer me!" he screamed.
I desperately tried to figure out who would be looking for me. I grasped at the first person that came to mind, "Maybe Granny Williams," I said.
"Granny? Your grandmother is dead. Who is Granny Williams?" he asked as he paced around the room.
I wondered how he knew who my grandmother was and that she was dead. My mother had never talked to me about my grandmother. She just told me that she hadn't seen her mother since she ran away from home when she was fifteen. I saw the man approaching me, he looked like he was going to kick me again so I stopped wondering about my mother and grandmother and blurted out an answer to his question. "She is an old black lady that lives on the first floor. She would always give me candy when I'd help her with her grocery shopping. All the kids in the building called her Granny cause she called us all her grankids. I don't know why," I babbled.
"No, it wouldn't be her. Is there anyone else? We need to find out who is looking for you because whoever it is, he is dangerous. I am sorry to tell you this Boy, but whoever is looking for you murdered your mother and Diego. The police are looking for him and you," he said. I was stunned and even more confused. My mother and Diego murdered? Someone dangerous looking for me? I didn't know what to feel. I had already made peace with the fact that I wouldn't be seeing my mother again for years, and I didn't really like her, but she was still my mother. Now she was dead.
I was starting to recover from the pain in my balls and ribs, so I struggled up to my feet and got back into the 'present' position. I saw that Master had gone over to the table and pulled a folder out of his backpack. He walked over and shoved a piece of paper in my face. "Who took these photos of you Boy?" he asked, his voice had an edge of anger to it.I looked at the paper. It had two photos of me on it. One was a close-up of my face. I was smiling, even though I had a swollen lip. A little present from Diego for talking back to him. The other was of me sitting on the bed in Diego's guest room. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I remembered both of those photos and the man that had taken them. "Bo, Master," I said.
"Who is Bo?" was his terse response.
"A man that bought drugs from Diego. He also would fool around with me," I answered. Master asked me a ton of questions about him. What Bo looked like, if I knew his last name, if I ever heard any of his conversations with Diego, did I know what Bo did for a living, things like that. I told him everything I knew, which wasn't much. Master kept telling me he needed to know everything about the man so that he could help catch him for what he did to my mother and Diego. I told the truth even though I suspected that my Master wasn't telling me the truth about what happened. I knew he couldn't go to the police with any of this information because he couldn't tell them how he got it. Also, it didn't make any sense to me. Why would Bo kill my mom, even if he was upset at Diego for selling me?
I was starting to cramp up from having to maintain my position for so long. I guess Master finally figured I didn't have any more information I could tell him, so he let me relax for a minute. He picked something up off the table and came over to me, walking behind me. I felt something brush up against my head as he put it on me. It was a blindfold, and he covered up my eyes. I heard the drawers on the bed being opened and closed, then my Master was back, standing in front of me; I could hear and smell him. "Right hand," he ordered. I obeyed and held my right hand out. He wrapped a leather wrist restraint around it and cinched it tight. "Left hand," he then ordered, releasing my right. I lowered it and raised my left hand. He put a leather wrist restraint on the left hand. He then grabbed me by the back of the neck and guided me across the room. My guess that he was leading me to where the chains were was soon confirmed as he raised my right hand up and hooked it onto the chain. He then hooked it to the other chain, stretching out my arms.
He went and got something else, then returned. "Open your mouth, Boy," he said. I felt a small pill get placed on my tongue. "Hold that for a second," he ordered. I did as he commanded. I could feel and taste the pill as it started to dissolve a little on my tongue. It tasted really bad, having a strong bitter taste that burned a little. Zach had let me know never to refuse to take anything he gave me, the punishment would be worse than whatever he would give me. A moment later, I felt his hand cup my chin and tilt my head back. "Here, drink this to wash the pill down," he said as he pressed a bottle of water to my lips. He poured a small amount of water into my mouth, and I swallowed.
I heard some more sounds of him getting things out of drawers, and then I smelt the familiar smell of weed. It seems he enjoyed smoking it as much as Zach and Alex did. The smell got stronger as I heard him walk around in front of me again. "Breathe in when I blow smoke into your mouth, Boy," he said. I could hear him use a lighter and draw in some breath. Then I felt his lips brush against mine, and he started to gently blow smoke into my mouth. I inhaled as ordered. He repeated this a couple of times, and I soon felt stoned. I was really high when he finally had enough and stopped. The pot had a much greater effect on me, since I was so much smaller.
It was really hard to focus and pay attention to what he was doing while I was baked and blind. The next thing I noticed was a cool, slick substance being applied to my nipples. It was quickly followed by two suction cups. He squeezed the air out of the cups to start stretching my little nipples. "I like big nipples on my boys. It's easier to torture them when you can find them," said my Master. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or to himself at that point.
He then moved around behind me, and I felt his breath on the back of my neck, "You need to be punished for pulling away from me earlier when I was squeezing your pathetic little nips and your tiny balls, don't you, Boy?"
It was a struggle to remember all the rules Zach and Alex had tried to teach me since I was so stoned. He spanked my ass, "When I ask you a question, Boy, I expect an answer," he growled.
"Yes, Master. Sorry, Master," I said. I remembered the advice Zach had given me, whenever you screw up, beg to be punished, he'll actually go easier on you if you beg to be punished. "Please punish me, Master. I'm a weak, pathetic slave boy that deserves to be beat. Please hurt me, Master," I begged.
"Hmph, yes, you need to be punished. I'm going to spank you, and I'm not going to take it easy on you. You'll need to learn to control your reaction to the pain, learn to enjoy it. I want you to count out your blows. You are going to get twenty spankings, if you screw up the count, I'll have to start over," he explained.
"Yes, Master, thank you, Master," I said. Alex had made me practice this yesterday, getting spanked and counting them out. At the time, I had thought it was just an excuse for the older boy to hurt me, but now I realized he had been telling me the truth about needing to learn tricks to keep count. I also quickly discovered that Alex had taken it really easy on me yesterday when spanking me.
I tensed my butt cheeks, expecting a blow to land. Not being able to see him, I didn't know when it was coming. He must have been watching and waiting because as soon as I relaxed my cheeks again, he delivered the first blow. "OOOWWWW," I cried out as his hand came down hard on my right butt cheek. I had been spanked before by Diego and my mom and Alex yesterday, but never that hard. I jumped forward and lost my balance as the chains held my arms back. My feet slipped out from under me, and I was hanging by my hands. I eventually managed to get my feet back under me.
I heard him sigh. "You must really love to get beat, Boy. This is going to take forever if you can't even manage to count to one, you faggot," he said.
"Sorry, Master, I'll do better, Master," I apologized. I felt so worthless.
"ARRGGHH! One," I cried out as his hand came down on my left cheek. As I squirmed in pain, I immediately started preparing myself mentally for the next blow, repeating 'two' to myself as I struggled to stay on my feet. "Two, gggghhh," I cried out as the next blow landed. I couldn't control myself, and I started to sob, tears running down my face, as pain shot through my body from my ass. It felt like my ass was on fire, and I repeatedly lost my feet, swinging from the chains by my bound wrists, but I was able to remember the count and croak out the numbers blow after blow. I was sobbing uncontrollably, and tears were streaming down my face as I finally yelled out "Twenty." I hung there limply, held up only by the wrist restraints that were digging into the base of my hands. My shoulders ached almost as much as my ass.
I don't know how long I was hanging there when I felt his arm wrap around my waist and lift me up. He used his other hand to unhook the chains and free me. He carried me over to the bed and removed the suction cups on my little tits before he laid me face down on the bed. "Well done, Boy," he said. He handed me the bottle of water, "Here, drink."
I gulped down some water, all the pain in my ass and arms had distracted me from how thirsty I was. As the pain faded, my other senses started to return to me. I was feeling warm, and I was covered in sweat. I also wasn't feeling as stoned anymore, as a sense of euphoria started to come over me. Zach told me later that the pill he had given me was ecstasy. As I lay on the bed, it definitely started to kick in. My skin felt sensitive and wanted to be touched.
Master lay down on the bed next to me and removed the blindfold. I turned and looked at him, momentarily forgetting my place and Zach's instructions never to look him in the eyes. He had dark brown eyes, almost black. His short black and gray hair was damp from his own sweat. He was also naked, having stripped off his clothes while I was blindfolded. Fortunately, he didn't notice or didn't care that I was looking at him. He reached out and put his hand on my chin, "Open your mouth, Boy," he said. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He hocked up some spit and spat it into my mouth. Then leaned in and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He pulled me on top of him and ran his hands over me as he kissed me. It felt amazing. I was squirming and writhing on top of him, trying to press as much of my body and skin against him as I could.
I was so out of it that I don't know if it was a minute or an hour later when he pushed me off of him and positioned me lying face down on the bed. Before I knew what was going on, he had attached ropes to my wrists and pulled them tight through rings that were on the bed posts. He then put some leather ankle restraints on me and secured them with rope to the rings on the foot of the bed. I was stretched tight on the bed, lying face down and spread eagle.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pick up a big bottle of lube from the table. He got in between my legs and started to lube up my asshole. He went slower this time than he had on the boat. Using his fingers to open my hole and make sure there was plenty of lube up inside me. Zach had given me tips while he had been applying the medicated cream to my ass the last few days. Both Zach and Alex had the ability to relax their asses and open up their assholes. They would rub them with their hands, poke them with their fingers, and their holes would open up. They promised that I would eventually be able to do the same, I just had to practice and get fucked by a lot of big cocks.So I pushed out on my ass as they had taught me while Master fingered my hole. I was expecting it to hurt, but I think the drug was overwhelming the pleasure centers of my brain. I was horny as hell, but my cock was soft, my entire focus was on the pleasure that he was creating with his fingers in my ass. He was stretching me out, adding more fingers until he had three fingers inside my ass.
I moaned in disappointment as he pulled his fingers out. Soon though, he was lying on top of me, his weight pressing my tied-up body into the bed. I could feel his big, thick cock resting in the crack of my ass. "Beg for it, Boy," he whispered into my ear.
"Please fuck me, Master. I need you in me. Fuck me with that big cock, I don't care if it hurts, I need you to fuck me, use me," I said, trying to remember all the things Zach had told me to say.
"Yeah, you're a little faggot slut, aren't you, Boy?" he said as he started to grind his cock into the outside of my butt.
"Yes, Master, I'm your little faggot slut. I'm your cum dump; use me, abuse me, I live to please you, Master," I said. I guess he heard what he wanted because he adjusted himself so the head of his thick, ten-inch monster cock was pressed up against my eleven-year-old asshole. While he had just had three fingers inside of me, it was nothing compared to the thickness of his uncut cock. He started pushing it into me, and despite the ecstasy and the pot, it hurt. I knew it was pointless to struggle, but still, I couldn't help myself, I tried to crawl away; the ropes and his weight held me in place, helpless to resist as he slowly impaled me on his cock.
He entered me a lot slower this time compared to when he fucked me on the boat. He pulled out a couple of times and smeared more lube on his cock, then stuck it back into me. Sweat was pouring off of me as I strained against the ropes holding me in place. He continued to insult me, telling me things like I was a worthless faggot whose only purpose was to be used by a man like him. I was in too much pain to answer him, instead, I whimpered and sobbed as I tried to push out my ass, like I was popping. I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like it was forever before he was finally all the way inside me. I felt his hips press against my butt cheeks as he laid on top of me, not moving for a minute as my body was forced to become accustomed to having all of his huge cock up my ass.
I felt some movement on top of me. I opened my eyes and saw his arm reaching out to the table. He picked up a half-smoked joint and re-lit it. He tossed the lighter back on the table, then took a huge hit off the joint. He held it in for a minute, then grabbed me by my hair and turned my head to the side as he leaned down and blew the smoke into my mouth. I could feel that my face was a mess, covered in tears from my eyes and snot from my nose. He didn't seem to notice or care as he kept shotgunning more lungfuls of pot smoke into me. The pot helped with the pain in my ass and seemed to reactivate the ecstasy as I started to feel happy for no real reason.
I felt this incredible sensation in my ass as he shifted his weight just a bit, which moved his cock in and out of my ass just an inch or two. There was a distant pain from my torn asshole, but there was also an electrical shock that seemed to travel from inside my ass to my dick. I moaned in pleasure.
"I knew you would eventually start enjoying this, faggot. When I first saw your photo, I could tell you were born to take cock. Soon, you will feel incomplete when you don't have something stuffed up your cunt," he said as he started to slide just a little bit of his cock in and out of me, working my hole.
At the mention of a photo, I remembered the pictures he had shown me that were taken by Bo. I don't know why, perhaps it was the ecstasy, but I smiled at the thought that Bo was out there looking for me. I felt there was someone out there that loved me. I started to imagine it was Bo fucking me instead of the man that now owned me. Master's cock was rubbing up against something inside of me that created intense feelings of pleasure, but my mind thanked Bo for it. The room seemed to spin, and the walls pulsed in time with his fucking.
Suddenly, though, it was over. "UGGGH, oh fuck, take my cum, Boy," groaned Master as he ground his cock into me and held it deep inside my ass as he came. His cock twitched and pulsed as it fired volley after volley of cum into me. With one final groan, he finished and collapsed on top of me. I struggled to breathe as his weight pressed down on me.
Eventually, he rolled off of me and untied my arms and legs. I was too exhausted to move, but he grabbed me by the hair and pulled. I scrambled along the bed to keep from getting dragged as he moved my head to the edge of the bed where he was standing. His softening cock was hanging right in front of my face. It was covered in lube, cum, and had some frothy red bubbles at the base. I started shaking in fear. Zach and Alex had both tried to reassure me that this part wasn't as bad as it looked, but now that the time for me to clean his cock was here, I panicked. As he moved his cock towards my face, I turned away.
I didn't even see his hand; it moved so fast. He used his free hand to slap me across the face. "Suck, Boy, or I'll beat you bloody," he yelled at me. The whole side of my head ached. He raised his hand again. Before he hit me another time, I opened my mouth and started licking the head of his dick. I think the pain actually helped me in cleaning his cock because it overwhelmed the rest of my senses. I don't even remember what it tasted like, I just cried and licked as he used his grip on my hair to guide my mouth around his cock. When I had licked him clean, he pushed me back down onto the bed, then went over to the table. He collected his backpack and put the paper with the photos back into it, then left the room.
I was curled up in a ball on the bed, crying, when Zach came into the room. He carried a tray and went over to the table and set it down. He picked up a warm washcloth from the tray and used it to wipe me off. Even though it was a hot day and there wasn't any air conditioning in the room, I started shivering. He then moved a plate of sliced fruit from the tray to the bed next to me. Finally, he got a sheet out from one of the drawers under the bed and covered us both with it as he laid down behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me. I cried for myself and I cried for my mother. After I was cried out, he started to feed me pieces of fruit. They were juicy and tasty. I enjoyed the feel of them in my mouth as I was still flying on the ecstasy.She glanced briefly towards them but didn't make a move to take them or make the detective bring them closer to her for inspection. "If you're with the police, then why do I see you coming in and out of here to buy drugs from that Diego, but you never do anything to stop what he was doing?" she said.
"Sorry, ma'am, I'm not at liberty to say. It's an ongoing investigation," he responded.
"Hmph," she huffed, then turned towards the window, "Then you best be leaving, 'cause I ain't at liberty to say what I saw."
Robert thought it over, then nodded, "I was undercover and working on getting information so I could try to find out where the gang that Diego was with was getting its drugs."
"You still trying to find them drugs?" she asked.
"No, ma'am, at this point my main concern is trying to find out what happened to Kyle," Robert said, giving her the honest answer.
She nodded, "Such a sweet boy. He was always helping me out. Told me about you, said you was a nice man, unlike the others. You brought him books, I saw. I see everything that happens around here."
"Did you see what happened to Kyle, ma'am?" asked Robert as he leaned forward.
"I saw; a man took him away and never brought him back. The man came back though. He came back later that night with a couple men from Diego's gang. The men from the gang took some boxes out of the building. The man, he was the one that shot Diego and Jess. The other two, the ones I'd seen before, they told everyone that if anyone talked to the police, they and their families would get the same as Diego and Jess," she said.
"Ma'am, are you willing to help me find Kyle by coming down to the station and looking through some photo books and working with a sketch artist to help us identify these men?" asked the detective.
"If it will help you find that sweet little boy, yes," she said.
Robert tried to constrain his enthusiasm at the possibility that he might have a lead. He needed to ask a couple more questions to both make sure he wasn't going to get himself in trouble and that Mrs. Williams knew the risk she was taking.
"Mrs. Williams, I really want to find Kyle. I think he is in danger. I care for him. Some of the things I did while I was undercover, well, the other officers might not let me continue working on this case if that got brought up," started Robert before he was cut off.
"You don't be worried about that. The boy cared for you. If you had hurt him, I'd know. I see things. Some boys, well they almost girls. You ask me, he would have been better if he lived with you than his mother. Not my place though. Not my place to be saying anything about you neither," she said.
Robert let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, ma'am. One more thing, if they threatened to kill you and your family, why are you willing to help me?" asked Robert.
The old woman started to laugh softly, but soon her laughter turned into coughing. She grabbed a handkerchief and covered her mouth as she coughed. When she recovered, she gave Robert a bittersweet smile and said, "My family is already with the Good Lord, and when I stand before the Good Lord and my husband and my boy, I'd rather it be 'cause I tried to help save that sweet little boy, than 'cause the cancer finally got me." | null | Part 04 | Authors/Take_Charge_Dad/Making-of-a-Slave-Boy/04-Interrogation-Making-of-a-Slave-Boy.txt |
82,508 | Daren Peters | Zack and Me | Zack needed a Daddy. His mom, Janice, was a total waste, 27 years old, mentally still a child, slightly overweight, and confused. She could barely hold a job and neglected her child without even realizing she was doing so. She just wasn't always in touch with reality. Zack, on the other hand, was alert, well developed, and starving for love. I met Janice when I stopped for gas and went in to pick up a six-pack. She was working the counter and could barely make proper change. I noticed a picture of a kid taped to the side of her register. He looked about 9 - just a little young for my tastes.
"Who's the cute kid?" "That's my boy." "What's he, about 9?" "Was when I took the picture. He's 11 now." Hmm, instantly I was interested, very interested. I paid for my six-pack and started out the door. I paused and looked back in. "Say, you think he'd be interested in earning a little money? My car's filthy." "You want him to wash it?" "Yeah, if he's up to it. I'd pay him $20." I saw her dull eyes light up just as I had hoped.
Janice got on the phone and called him. Two minutes of conversation and she wrote down an address and handed it to me. "His name's Zack. He's waiting for you." I felt Rodney jump. Oh, Rodney lives in my pants. He's my dick. I spend my life supporting him. He's a demanding bastard. Ten minutes later, I pulled up beside a 30-year-old trailer that had definitely seen better days. I did notice the grass around it had been recently mowed and there was no trash laying around other than a scrap heap of a car with dry rot flat tires and faded paint. Then I saw a boy. My god, a gorgeous boy. Eleven years old, Zack was blond but had a decent tan. He wore jeans that looked a little snug on him, high-top black sneakers, a grey t-shirt that had once been white, and a baseball cap worn backwards. That and a big smile. A slender boy, Zack stood about 5 feet tall. He was beautiful. Full lips, well-shaped nose, ears lying flat against his young head, eyes that sparkled with his smile. Rodney wanted to kiss him. Rodney's like that and damn if I can control him.
"You Zack?" "Yeah. Mommy said you needed me to wash your car. You really pay me $20?" I nodded and smiled back at the boy. "Wow. Thanks. I really need the cash and I promise I'll do a good job..." He babbled on for a minute, climbing into the passenger seat. I wanted to hug him but partially ignored him and headed the half-hour drive to my house. I let him sit there, probably wondering where we were going.
We drove up the hills to my neighborhood, not the greatest area but miles ahead of what the child was used to seeing. I parked just outside the garage and helped set up the washing materials. I left him to work and went inside. I watched out the window as the boy stripped off his faded t-shirt and went to work. OK, I admit it. I jacked off looking at him and hoped we could get something going but didn't want to rush it. Half an hour later, Zack knocked on my side door. "I'm done. You wanna take a look?" I followed him and inspected his work, pointing out a couple of places he'd missed. "You're all sweaty. You need a shower. Come on in."
I took the kid to my bathroom off my bedroom. I showed him how to operate the multi-faucet shower and left him to it. I could hear him singing, obviously enjoying the experience. The moment I heard the water shut off, I was there. "I forgot to get you a towel." I opened the shower door with a fluffy white towel in hand. My heart jumped when I saw that his dick was standing up hard and proud. He instantly covered himself with both hands and blushed red. The split second I was able to see it showed it was maybe 4 inches long, slender, and cut. "No worries, Zack. I'm a guy, too. You don't need to hide yourself from me." His shoulders dropped a bit and I saw him relax a bit. "Yeah, but it got hard." "What got hard? Your dick?" He nodded. "Zack, that's nothing to hide. Here, let me see it." He looked confused. "You want to see my dick?" "Sure. It's no big thing. All boys and men have dicks. Don't you want to see mine?" He looked up at me curiously.
"You mean you'd let me see yours?" I nodded. "Sure I would. All boys and men are curious about other guys, didn't you know that?" I don't think he did. "Wait. Zack, you don't have a Daddy, do you?" He looked down, at last dropping his hands to his sides. His pretty little dick dropped at the same time, shriveling to its sleeping state. He shook his head. "I never had a Dad." I saw him shudder a bit, wondering if he was near to crying. I reached for him and took the naked boy into my arms and hugged him, keeping my hands to his shoulders and upper back. We hugged. I took his head in my hands and tilted his face up to me. I gently kissed his lips. They felt cool and soft. I let the kiss linger. We broke the kiss but he didn't pull away. "Do you need a Daddy, Zack?" He burst into tears and pulled me to him, laying his wet head on my chest. We held each other for a moment. I felt his dick rise up and press against my leg.
I led the child to my bed and sat beside him, his little dick sticking up straight. I desperately wanted to take it in my mouth and make love to it. I held back, knowing I had to restrain myself. My arm wrapped around his shoulders, hugging him to me. "Would you like to be my boy?" He looked up at me. I could see the struggle within him. I knew he feared being hurt but longed to believe. He crawled into my lap and looked up at me. "Would you kiss me again?" I lowered my lips to his and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pressed against me with building passion. I knew he felt my cock pushing against his bare legs.
"Zack, I think you and I can be Daddy and son if you want us to be. But I can't do that if your Mommy says no. And I have to tell you, I don't know her and I don't really think I would want to live with her." "You want me to live with you, Daddy?" Damn. He called me Daddy. I wanted to eat him alive.
Two weeks later, Zack was putting away the new clothes we had bought for him. We'd decorated his new room in a soccer theme, his bed laying against the wall with a colorful goal surrounding it. I could easily afford the $250 a month I pay his mom. She had taken only a couple of days to decide to "rent" him to me. She hadn't given up custody yet but the extra money was being used to buy drugs. It wouldn't be long before she forgot about him all together. I still had done nothing to challenge the boundaries. Zack liked being held and kissed and I hoped he would like doing all the great things I had planned but I had to let him come to me. My greatest fear was that I would overstep some boundary and chase the boy away.
My stepdad called on Friday, asking if I could open up their mountain house for them, as they'd be coming back from Europe about the first of July. Zack was out of school and was eager to go with me, of course. He'd become my constant companion. It was a four-hour drive to Asheville then another hour up the mountain to the lake. Their mountain house sits on the 4th green of a golf course, a swift running creek separating the properties. I'd bought Zack shorts to wear for the trip and a Speedo to wear for the indoor pool at the complex. We stopped for gas on the way and went in to buy some junk food. I saw Zack looking at Playboy magazines. "You want me to buy a Playboy for us?" "Would you, Daddy?" I bought the magazine, happy to see him interested in the centerfold. He leaned against me in the car, thumbing through the pages. "Wow. Look at that, Daddy." He kept pointing out pictures that displayed girls' pussies. "Does that make your dick hard, son?" "Well, yeah, Daddy. See?" He dropped the magazine down and showed me the tent in his pants. "Tell you what, son. Slip off your shorts and you can play with it. It'll make the pics more enjoyable." "You mean it, Daddy? I can play with it?" "Sure, son. Here. I'll show you how." My wet dreams were about to come true. He lifted up and shoved his shorts and underwear to his ankles. "Is it OK if I touch it?" I asked. "Sure, Daddy. You can touch it."
I had his tiny dick in my hand. It felt wonderful. Two months before his twelfth birthday, I had the boy half naked and I was touching his hard little dick with his permission. I gently rocked my hand, slowly masturbating him. I touched his tight ball sack, gently feeling the pea-sized contents. I held his hard dick in my hand. "That feels good, Daddy. Do it some more." I wasn't about to stop. Well, I wasn't about to stop touching him. I wanted to stop the car and eat him but I kept driving. A little later, we reached the house. A modified A-frame, the 4-bedroom, 5-bath house was not exactly a little cabin in the woods. It was a mansion. I wished it were mine but it was far too remote for my tastes.It would be perfect for what I had planned. We worked most of the afternoon on clean-up, dusting away cobwebs that had accumulated over the winter, washing and replacing bed linens, all those things required to make the house ready. Around 4 in the afternoon, we took a break. "We're all sweaty. Let's take a shower."
"Can we take one together, Daddy?"
I held his naked body tightly against mine, his round buttocks in my hands, our bodies slippery from soap, both of our penises at full mast, his against my leg, mine hitting him just above mid-chest. I bent and kissed him, our tongues dancing together finally. The boy was alone with me now, alone well away from anyone, and he was mine. His young body glistened with the soapy water. I lightly ran my hands over his back, down his buttocks, down to his ankles. My face was at his penis height. I looked up into his eyes and he nodded in understanding. I took it in my mouth, crushing it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue, circling the small head lovingly. Zack tilted his head back and shoved his pelvis against my face. He moaned. "Oh, Daddy. Oh my god. Unnnnnh" I thought the child was going to cum instantly. He slumped against the shower wall, holding onto my head, pulling me with him. "Oh, god, Daddy. Oh god." He started humping, pulled my head tighter against his crotch, fucking my mouth. "Don't stop Daddy, please don't stop, Daddy." I struggled to keep him from pulling out too far, wanting to keep his pretty little penis in my mouth. I clenched his buttocks hard, one finger probing for his little brown button. I touched it. He lurched forward, "UNNNNNNNNHHHHHH, Oh, Daddy, don't stop, UNNNNHHHHHH" He spasmed twice more then his knees bent. I knew he had cum. There was no cum to taste so I knew it was a dry cum but at 11 years old I guess that's normal. I had sucked him off. Now it was my turn.
When he had recovered, I picked him up with hardly any effort he was so small and carried his wet body to the bed, laying him on his back. I kissed his sweet lips, a slow loving kiss, then worked my way downward, his neck, his shoulders, I kissed his little dime-sized nipples and lingered a moment. Then his stomach, licking inside his belly button.... then I turned him over. His back, his buttocks, his upper thighs... I spread open his cheeks and saw his boy pussy for the first time. Pinkish-brown, hairless, and puckered. I barely touched it with my tongue. He jumped. "Is that OK, son?" "Yes, Daddy. It just surprised me, that's all. Are you going to fuck me?" "What made you think that?" "I saw it in a magazine, Daddy." "Do you want me to fuck you, son?" "Oh, yes, Daddy. I want it very much."
Grabbing a tube of KY from my bag, I applied a generous glob to his anus. He squirmed a bit at the cold. More went on Rodney. "Get up on your knees and put your head down, son." He moved into position. I couldn't help but want to suck on his butthole again but knew I wouldn't like the taste of the lotion. I rubbed it with my index finger, probed slightly, then slowly inserted my finger. "Relax, son. Make it feel like you're going to pass a big turd. That'll open it up for you." I probed again and found it easy to stick my finger in him. I held still for a moment and let him relax. Another finger, again letting him become accustomed to the penetration. Rodney could wait no longer. I rubbed his crack from bottom to top, back down again. Three times I repeated the route, then paused at his rosebud.
"Ready, son?" "Yes, Daddy." I pushed at the tiny opening, Zack pushed back as if taking a dump. The head popped in. "Oh, god, Daddy, stop!!!" I paused. Another few seconds and he was able to relax. Another push, more time to get used to the feeling. "OK, son, this will be it." I plunged my penis into the boy to the hilt. He flinched. "You OK, son?" "Yeah, I'm fine, Daddy. It really doesn't hurt like I thought it would." "I love you, Zack." "I love you, too, Daddy." "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, Daddy. Fuck me."
We stayed in the mountains for three days, finally going back home. I don't know how many times we made love but it was a lot. On the third time we fucked, we both had orgasms. Zack no longer sleeps in his soccer bed. He sleeps with his Daddy. We haven't seen his Mommy in over a year now and we never even talk about her anymore. | null | null | Authors/Daren_Peters/Zack was 11, Mb, ped, oral, anal, cons.txt |
85,327 | John D | New Secrets VII | Zoe had barely stopped pacing up and down the living room carpet, much to Rhea's glee. My little sister didn't know too much about Zoe's uncle, and Zoe happily filled in the details for her and Simon, while she ranted for almost an hour.
"And he is so perverted. And he is going out with a University student. And..."
"He isn't that bad," I told Simon. "Good fun, good sense of humour. Kind heart."
"Kind heart? He films dirty stuff." She screwed up her face, and I reached across to the television to flick the PlayStation on.
"Let's have a race," I suggested, but Zoe wasn't interested; in the end, I got Rhea to have a game - on the condition that I lost, but our hollering was loud enough to make Zoe's rantings impossible to be heard, so she stopped.
Neil appeared in the doorway of the flat with Mum late-afternoon, and he looked at Zoe and Simon - now racing each other. They hadn't noticed him, and I saw a smile come over his face as he watched his niece and nephew battle around the course.
He leaned against the doorway, rubbing his nose, and caught Zoe's eye as she crossed the finishing line. "Hiya Simon."
Simon looked up and bit his lip. "Hi," he muttered.
"Coming for tea as well?"
"I got to get home," he told him, a little nervously, and looked behind him towards my sister. "We are going at five."
Neil tried hard to smile, but everyone in the room knew that Simon's excuse was just that - an excuse - and he was somewhat apprehensive about spending time with his errant relative. "Sure," Neil said with a wave of the hand. "Next time."
"Yeah," Simon said, a bit too quickly. "Next time."
Zoe was still apprehensive herself, but had rung her mother to say that she would be eating here, and without too much fuss, we left the flat in near silence. I asked Zoe if she wanted to be alone, but she shook her head and grabbed hold of my hand.
We settled for the Italian restaurant on the corner of the road, and we were seated in an alcove at the back. Neil took one look at the menu and hummed. "Only Lanson," he moaned when he saw the sole entry under Champagne.
"It's not right," I teased and looked at Zoe. "We come, and every time we want a Moët and Chandon, and we just have to make do with a Lanson."
Neil shook his head. "A Pol Roger wouldn't go amiss," he said as he licked his lips. "And it's Moët, not Maw-ah." I blinked, and he smiled. "The company may be French, but the founder was Dutch." Zoe fidgeted and looked up at him.
"Any chance of just getting the normal stuff for a change? Or even just a bottle of wine? Or water?"
Neil smiled. "You haven't changed," he told her. "You are so like little Emma. Bossy, self-assured."
Zoe's shoulders dropped, and she crossed her arms. "You have subjected me to a live sex show."
"Yeah, and don't tell Sarah," I joked "She already wants your job!" Zoe's frown eased, and she picked up the menu. Neil did ask if they had any non-listed champagnes - and subsequently ordered a Taittinger from the four bottles behind the counter. Zoe shook her head, and I ordered a calzone, Zoe requested a salad, and Neil asked for the most expensive pasta dish on the menu.
The waiter asked for the payment for the champagne up-front, and Neil passed him three notes to cover it and the meal. He looked a little flustered as the millionaire opened his bulging wallet but took the money and gave us funny looks all meal. It was noticeable that our food arrived remarkably quickly and was of an excellent standard!
Neil was keen to wring some conversation out of Zoe and poured her a glass of champagne, although she was hesitant about taking. "And you can't drink, you're driving," she told him firmly, and he gave a titter.
"I can have two."
"Two?" Zoe cried. "One!"
"OK then. Only if you drink the rest," he replied with a smirk, and then looked at me. "You two drink the rest." Zoe groaned, and he shrugged. "Unless you want me to have an accident."
Zoe bit her lip and sighed. "You can be so difficult at times," she moaned. Neil and I had a glass and a half each, and Zoe must have had around double that. We didn't have a starter, but all had a main course, dessert, and then coffees before Neil refused any sort of payment towards the bill.
"It's good to see you," he said airily and then took a deep breath and pulled a small bag from his pocket. "I got something to show you." He passed the package over to Zoe, who peered inside. "I go to the Maldives in two weeks and am taking that." Zoe took out a small cube, and I knew instantly that it was a ring.
"An engagement ring?"
"I am going to ask Emma to marry me." Zoe cooed as she opened the box and rubbed her face. "It's fifty grand of love there," he told her, and I could see Zoe wanting to tell him that love and money shouldn't be in the same sentence. There were easily a dozen diamonds in a floral pattern around a big diamond and numerous even smaller ones dotted around. "When we get back, there'll be an engagement party if she says yes. You come?" Zoe was transfixed by the diamond ring and blinked. "And if she says no, I'll let you have it," he teased.
Zoe's hands were shaking, and she put it back down on the table. I asked him why he carried it around with him, and he chortled, replying that Emma was cleaning his house while he was away and didn't want her to find it.
"I'll come," she whispered hoarsely and passed the ring box to him. "You gonna tell Mum?"
"She won't come," Neil told her and ordered us dessert wines with our coffee as the waiter walked past. The wine was sweet, but Zoe drank hers all too quickly and then took Neil's from him as he was driving. The tall pornographer just smiled at her, and we walked back to our flat; it was dark, and I took him around the side to get to his car; the rest of his entourage had come in two minibuses that had driven up separately and had now departed. "I'll drive you home," he offered Zoe and opened the door to his Ferrari.I shook hands with him and watched as my slightly drunk friend fell into his car with glazed eyes. She was quiet and was doing just as he suggested. Zoe was very easy to control when she had had a drink, just like when she got drunk in the summer holidays, which was a stark difference to the excitable Sarah or her exhibitionist brother.
Mum was waiting for me as I came up the fire escape and told me to sit down on the sofa. "Been drinking again?"
"Only a glass," I moaned. "Zoe's uncle took us to the restaurant." She wiped her hands on her top and stretched her legs on the sofa.
"Well, I did say you were grounded, didn't I?"
"I'm an adult," I moaned. "I can't be grounded." Mum's expression hardened, and she rubbed her hands.
"But you can be sacked," she said firmly, and I just groaned.
"OK, I'm sorry. But Zoe asked me to go, and she doesn't have a good relationship with her uncle. I was going out to help someone else." Mum snorted, and I crossed my arms. "Will you relent over Tuesday? I like to see Sarah play football."
"Yes," Mum contemptuously muttered. "If Sarah is allowed to attend." I huffed and got up, scowling, and Mum waited for me to get to the bottom of the stairs. "If you stopped drinking when you shouldn't, I wouldn't have to punish you."
I sneered; I was an adult, way too old to be "grounded." Life was not fair.
* * * * *
I was just finishing the last of my morning coffee when two faces appeared talking to each other. Zoe was slightly pale, and they crossed the room to talk to me. "Hiya. How are you?"
"Fine," Sarah bubbled and felt in my jacket pocket. "I need a drink and..." I passed her two pound coins and looked at Zoe. "Strong black coffee?" Sarah enquired, and she nodded, before slouching in the chair.
"I bet you know what happened," Zoe muttered and looked at me.
"Ummm... well, I reckon you were a bit tipsier by the time you got home, and your mum wasn't too impressed with Neil."
"She hit him," Zoe said - her voice quiet and muted, and she wiped her eyes. "For me drinking alcohol and ummm... well, just coming to her house."
"Wow. Shit. That's bad."
"Yeah," Zoe muttered and took the steaming drink from Sarah's hand. "And I blame you as well as him."
"What? For making you see your family. I'm such a bastard!"
"No," Zoe cried. "He might be my uncle, but he's... immoral."
"Then you know why we get on so well!"
Zoe snorted. "And why did I have to drink all the champagne?"
I was saved from answering that by the bell, and we trooped off for registration and then Miss Edwards's Maths class. Unsurprisingly, Zoe looked pale and barely contributed to the lesson. I generously made two sets of notes from the examples when I saw Zoe struggling and gave them to her afterwards. "I've got English now," my blonde friend moaned, and she dragged her feet as she ambled towards the English block.
"We have a free," I told my girlfriend. "And the General Studies before lunch. We could sneak off to the cinema, or we could..."
Sarah giggled. "Or we could find an unused classroom," she suggested and pulled me through the rain towards the playground and around the side of the hall.
"Where?"
"Music."
"Why?"
"Because there is no glass in the doors," she told me as she ran into the downpour. "You want to get caught?"
"We could just go back to my flat," I suggested, and Sarah looked at me with wet hair plastered to her head.
"Take a risk," she teased, and we entered the Music block, which was suspiciously quiet. She put her ear to a door of a practice room. "It's empty."
"Sarah," I cried, but she pushed open the door to the glorified stationery cupboard, and we entered the white-washed room. A window opened out onto the playground of the school next door, and I saw Rhea dressed in her PE skirt stretching with Becky and a couple of girls I didn't recognize. Sarah closed the door and pushed me onto one of the two chairs.
She smiled and kicked off her shoes, her trousers, and then pulled her knickers down, glaring at me. "Come on. We've not all day."
"So romantic," I teased and undid the shoelaces holding my footwear on my feet. Sarah groaned as I tucked my socks into my shoes and pulled my trousers down.
"Come on," she hissed. "You could've left your socks on."
"Is this a good idea?" I asked as her fingers reached the waistband of my boxer shorts.
She sighed and stared into my eyes. "Can you feel it? The thrill of it all." She was right, of sorts, as my boxer shorts reached my ankles, I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach. We were risking a degree of trouble from the College by having any sort of sexual relations on the campus, but that didn't stop Sarah; she was insatiable and had a wicked gleam in her eye.
Sarah touched me on the nose and started grinding her hips into me, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She bit her lip and gave me a sultry look. "What are you doing?"
"A striptease," she said gleefully and pushed her blouse off and then sat on my lap, rocking back and forth on my thighs. I unclipped her bra and watched the fabric fall away as she turned around again.
She was naked, except for her red socks, and she looked wonderfully sexy; I cooed at her and pulled her onto the carpet. She kissed me as I lay her gently on the floor and smiled at her. "Does Miss Bailey require a kiss?"
Sarah nodded and pouted, but I gently parted her thighs and kissed the top of her smooth sex. She sighed and pushed her hips up further and allowed me access to her moistening slit. She smelt and tasted just as I remembered and passionately licked her slit up and down. She whimpered and ground her hips back into the thin blue carpet.
I parted her legs with my palms and lay down on the floor so that my legs were touching the wall on the other side of the room, and ran my tongue around her sex. She mewled and panted as my fingers slid up into her slippery hole and pressed against her vaginal wall.
I sucked on her pearl, massaging it with my lips as my fingers energetically flicked and pressed against her insides. She moaned louder and grabbed my hair, pressing my face into her cunt. "Oh yeah, oh... oh..... aggghhh," she exclaimed with every exhalation and gulped, swearing loudly and vocally.
One benefit to the practice rooms was that there was a degree of sound proofing to them, but anyone listening in at the door would know exactly what Sarah was experiencing. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach but couldn't stop, Sarah would not forgive me!
I sucked on her button harder and pressed against her firmer, causing her eyes to fly open and to push her head back. Her legs began to shudder, and she screamed out, crying loudly as my lips brought her to a quivering orgasm and her legs pressed against my head.
She panted and squealed and then reached down to push my head away. "No," she muttered as I wiped my face and rubbed my hand on the carpet, before sliding up the floor to be in the missionary position.
I put her ankles on my shoulders and moved my hips forward to slide my erect, and leaking cock into her sopping pussy. She groaned as I made contact with her slick orifice, and it met no resistance as it slid in.
She smiled at me and closed her eyes, rocking her hips in time with my rhythm. Sarah squeezed my thighs as I powered into her unguarded cunt, but was whimpering and groaning with every thrust. "I love you," I whispered, and she smiled.
"Ahh God!" She cried back and gulped as her breathing became more ragged. She was tight, and it felt unbelievable; my heart was still pounding due to the taboo of having sex in a classroom that looked out over the playground - although we were well below the window line.
We kissed as I pushed into her and dropped my hips slightly as I withdrew to change the angle slightly. She grunted and rubbed my back, but I was nearing the point of no return and screwed up my face. I slowed down to try and prolong the sex, but Sarah was just too tight with her ankles to high heaven, and it felt so good.
I grunted, and my testicles tightened; the pressure and tension desperate for an outlet. I tried to resist, holding on to my orgasm for as long as I could, and closed my eyes as I swore.
With a final thrust, I held my cock into her and squirted several streams of cum inside her. Sarah sighed and gave me a wide smile. "Love you," she muttered, and I moved in for a kiss.
We stayed together, joined by my withering and leaking cock, for a minute, kissing and fondling as my body soaked up every last spark of sexual energy from our liaison. Sarah pulled out a small bag of baby wipes and cleaned herself and then me with a wet wipe that caused my cock to stiffen again. "Later," she teased and kissed the end.
Sarah got up and remained on the right side of the room, away from the window, but I saw her there, her damp hair frizzy and messed up, and pushed her against the wall, kissing her. I was dressed in just my shirt that I had not taken off, and she wrapped her arms around me to return the meaningful snog.
We heard some laughing and tapping on the window and looked down to see a couple of Rhea's class coming towards the window; I had misjudged where I was kissing her and pushed her against the window and not the wall, displaying her bare back and rear to the Year 10 football class.
I frantically pulled the blind down (why didn't we think of this before) and hissed at Sarah. "Quick."
I tripped over putting my boxer shorts and trousers on, and slid my bare feet into my shoes, but Sarah had still not put her knickers or black trousers on, and I just stuffed her knickers into her bag.
We ran out of the practice room and took a different route, but I caught sight of Rhea and Becky watching in our direction, and we made it to the Common Room in time for us to get dressed properly.
We said nothing to Zoe, but Sarah moaned that she had "leaked" into her knickers during General Studies, and I wrote her a love poem.It was a sickly sweet thing to do, and I knew I was opening myself up for ridicule, but it caused her to smile when I passed it to her.
Zoe was still feeling rough, so we walked her home at lunchtime; Emma asked me some extremely pointed questions about Neil. I think she suspected that I was complicit in her daughter getting too tipsy, but Neil had bought the champagne and poured it - not to mention the dessert wine and coffee liqueurs.
The rest of the day skipped past; Sarah and I held hands as we walked back from town but had to spend the afternoon apart due to our different lessons.
Rhea teased us as we entered the flat. "Is that... no, that isn't... oh, it is Sarah. Sorry, I didn't recognize you with your clothes on and not pressed against a window."
"Not us," I said instantly.
"What's not you?" Rhea asked instantly.
"We didn't have sex in the Music rooms."
"Who said anything about the Music rooms?" Rhea asked, her eyes twinkling, and Simon touched her on the knee. "It's okay. I've not told anyone," she promised and giggled at our blushing. "Just as long as Simon and I get tomorrow afternoon to ourselves."
Sarah and I nodded; I had to clean the club. "Sure," I told her and offered her my hand to shake on the "deal."
"Fuck off!" Rhea cried. "I know exactly where your hand's been."
I was just finishing the last of the tables when Mum appeared with two women and a gentleman. "Well, obviously," Mum said, "I was planning to do this mid-afternoon. We can have everything on stage, the kids will get a drink each." She saw the look on the youngest woman's face and added, "Lemonade, of course. And get a bag with the materials in. I can get some of my girls around to talk if you want."
The pair looked around the space and nodded. "It's better than the little hall we normally have to use," the guy said and then turned to Mum. "And this would be funded by yourselves?"
Mum swallowed some water from her glass and nodded. "Of course. We've always wanted to give something back to the Community," she sweetly said. "But Mr. Jones suggested this fitted in quite nicely with our aims and what you would require."
The gentleman took a deep breath and looked around. "I must admit," he said, "I've never been in. I was expecting pictures of naked women and all sorts, but it's very tastefully decorated." Mum bit her lip and the woman glanced over at me. "And clean. I mean, we would need to clear it with our manager, but I can't see a problem. This room holds what? Three fifty? Four hundred?"
Mum nodded and gestured towards the bar, offering the three representatives from the charity a drink. "You said you had over a thousand kids you wanted to offer these presentations and videos to, I would need to run them on different days. I have a bouncer who I will get in, and I presume teachers as well?"
The gentleman nodded and then looked at his companions. I think Mum detected a desire from them to want to be alone for a moment, and said she would give them a few moments to talk. She walked over to me and asked if I was finished, and if I was, could I please put the lasagne in the fridge in the oven.
I nodded towards the three suited employees. "That sexual health thing, you holding it here?"
Mum gave a smile. "Possibly. It's a better venue, and it saves me money. The packs that they need to put together is ten grand, although I can put my logo on them alongside theirs."
I gave a laugh. "So come here to learn about sex. Why not send your parents here for the evening?"
Mum forced a smile. "It's a voluntary thing for your age group so I wouldn't get so smug."
I laughed. "Ah, well. My mother spends all evening at the club anyway."
Mum pouted and gestured towards the back door. "Go on, Rhea will be home soon, and I need dinner on. I'll be home in thirty minutes."
"Sarah has football practice," I said, and Mum glanced over at me. "Can we have ours when we get back?"
Mum reluctantly agreed, and I put my cleaning stuff back in the cupboard before running outside and up the fire escape. There was the unmistakable sound of Rhea as I entered the house; she had been home alone since 3 pm, and presumably had Simon with her. The screaming and crying as Simon did something to her echoed down the corridor, and I gave a smile - she had the cheek to moan about me. I walked quietly down the corridor and tapped sharply on Rhea's door.
"Mum'll be home soon," I warned. "You might want to finish up."
I heard some swearing from the other side of the door and then Rhea chastise Simon for something. I skipped downstairs and put dinner into the oven before running out the front door to meet Sarah at her football club.
Sarah threw her arms around me the moment she saw me. The coach, a stout woman, had Sarah do extra laps of the pitch as she was "out of condition" after Sarah had tired in the last few minutes of their recent game, and then had them passing the ball from one side of the pitch to the other.
It amazed me, Sarah never made a mistake as pass after pass, at least forty or fifty feet, landed at her teammates' feet with unerring accuracy. Every time she kicked the ball, she glanced over to me and smiled. The weather was beginning to turn, and a few drops of rain had fallen, but she clearly appreciated that I had come to watch her play football.
I liked to watch Sarah, she was a good player, but I saw a side of her I didn't usually see. Sarah was fairly confident normally, but on the pitch, she was possessed with supreme self-belief and did everything in an assured way. She never even batted an eyelid as she danced around a tackle or crossed the ball from one side of the pitch to another; just about everything she attempted was executed with incredible precision. She was the best player on that pitch, and she knew it.
By the time Sarah had finished, the drops of rain had turned into a torrent of water. I didn't see Mark and asked Sarah about him. "Amy said her mother had a new bloke," she replied, and I just shrugged; I would almost have uncharitably guessed that.
I offered Sarah my coat, but she declined, and I had to get her to take it quite forcibly. She smiled as I slid it over her bare arms, and she glanced at my moistening white T-shirt. "Aren't you cold?"
"I'll be fine," I replied quickly before my teeth started to chatter.
I returned home with Sarah, who dutifully stripped at the bottom of the stairs and ran naked through the lounge (containing Rhea, Simon, and Mum) towards the shower. Rhea gave me raised eyebrows as Sarah shot through, and Mum joined me in the kitchen as I cut up some salad to go with the last of the lasagne, currently in the warm oven.
"Hey, bro, how do you do standard deviation?" Rhea asked as I chopped the cucumber, and I glanced over at Mum filling the kettle.
Mum shrugged. "I missed that out of my education," she said with a smile, and I promised my baby sister that I would show her later. Mum waited for Rhea to leave the room and watched as I started on the tomato. "How's Sarah?"
"Oh, she is okay. Training was good," I muttered. "Got some homework tonight though. Due in tomorrow."
Mum gave a smile. "Well, if your job is getting in the way..."
"It's not," I snapped. "I just need to do it, that's all. Time management, I think they call it!"
My mother chuckled. "I saw something I never thought I'd see when I got back home." I froze, was Rhea still having sex when Mum walked through the door? There wasn't shouting, so either Mum was relaxed about it, or they had already had their yelling. "Rhea was at the dining table doing her homework with Simon."
I suppressed a relieved smile, and Mum grinned. "Yeah, well, it had to happen eventually."
"I know, but I am used to having to bully her. She came home and just did it, with Simon. I'm amazed."
I pushed my lips together to stop myself from laughing at my mother's unintentional double entendre, but as I was hunched over the worktop, she didn't see or notice my strange facial expression. "I think I would be too."
Sarah and I ate the lasagne, and I washed the plates while Sarah and Mum chatted; Mum certainly liked Sarah, and there was no tension in the room. I knew Donna never actually got on that well with Ray's family, and it caused a degree of problems, so I was lucky that my problems extended no further than Rhea.
I had some Economics work to do and blazed through it at the dining table while Sarah completed her Biology essay, and by the time mid-evening approached, Sarah gave me a wink. "Finished?"
I looked at the last Economics question. "Yeah," I told her. "I can be." I packed my belongings in my bag and left it by the side of the dining room next to Sarah's schoolbag, and we hurriedly said goodnight to Rhea - still struggling with standard deviation - and Mum, who had a night off work.
Sarah and I embraced the moment we closed the door to my bedroom, and Sarah frantically stripped off her outer clothes. I undid her bra while I had my arms around her, and she unclipped my belt, letting my trousers fall to the ground.
I ran my hands over her body and threw her onto the bed, throwing my T-shirt onto my desk, and she laughed as I jumped onto the bed alongside her. She took my erect cock in her hand and began to gently stroke it.
I put my finger on her slit, and Sarah moaned as I circled her button with my finger. She blew me a kiss and moved her thumb over my glans. "That's nice," I muttered when the door opened.
"Just one thing I don't get with this standard deviation," my little sister said as she burst into the room. "Oh, put that tart down, you've no idea where she's been."
"Rhea," I cried. "Get the fuck out."
Sarah ran her hands down my shaft, and I groaned as Rhea stood in the doorway. "Well, I can wait," she teased and then her eyes dropped. "I only need you for two minutes."
"Get out," I snapped, and Rhea slammed my door. Sarah took her hands from my manhood and shook her head."Go help her," she told me. "We've got all evening. And she'll only go and moan to Grace."
"Sometimes I bloody hate her," I moaned; Rhea had interrupted my sex with my girlfriend for some basic math problem. I washed my hands and put my dressing gown over me but deliberately left my erect cock visible as a stark reminder that she had interrupted my love life.
Rhea was unrepentant as expected and told me "to put the bloody thing away," which I did as Mum looked on from the lounge. I guided Rhea through the three questions she couldn't do and then looked at her, muttering quietly.
"Can I go now?"
"Yes," Rhea hissed, and I returned to the bedroom to find a naked Sarah with her hands on my portfolio.
"Can I?"
"No," I panicked; there were naked pictures of her mother at a swinging party in my collection that Sarah knew nothing about, and I guided my playful partner back to the bed.
"I'm not sure I'm in the mood," Sarah teased, and then got very much in the mood when I offered to go down on her. I positioned my pulchritudinous lover on top as I joyfully sucked in her musky scent. She relaxed her muscles, and her weight came down a little more on top of me, but she smelt and tasted divine.
I always loved the experience of going down on Sarah, and she groaned loudly as I sucked on her exposed button. I ran my tongue up and down her slit as she leant forward slightly, and my hands played with her nipples and pushed up on her body to right her.
If Sarah made any effort to conceal her orgasm, then she failed as she squealed and screamed just as loudly as ever, her hips bucking and rocking as my tongue swirled around her button.
I felt drops of our juices run down my face and soak into my chin and hair, but Sarah was gorgeous and fragrant. She leant forward to get a better grip of my cock, and all I could see was her puckering rosebud; 69 does not give the best views!
I worked my tongue over her clit and feasted on her crevice for her to have three more climaxes, each one stronger than the last. Sarah tried to move off of me, but I used my hands to hold her down and slid my rolled tongue into her hole; she squealed and rocked her hips.
I felt so comfy and safe as I slid my tongue up and down her slick runway. She squealed and cried out, begging me to make her come. I knew she wanted me to suck on her clit, but I deliberately avoided it until she was almost crying.
She leant forward and gobbled my cock into her mouth and sucked the tip with wild abandon. I cried into her shaven crotch and dug my fingertips into her thigh; it was an intense feeling, and I was nearing my own climax in no time.
I extended my tongue and wrapped it around her pearl and then put my lips around it, sucking it furiously. Sarah squealed onto my cock and slumped against it, as her legs shook and her body tensed.
Her squeals were yells as her fingernails were wrapped around my thigh, and I just kept sucking on her button. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but she was screaming in impassioned lust that I was causing.
I pressed my lips against her clit, and her fingers gripped my legs again, and her rosebud flexed. I could feel her muscles quivering, and her cries filled the room, even through her thighs that were pressed against my ears. She moved her crotch away from me and looked down at my sodden face.
"Oh shit," she cried. "That was ..." I moved forward and slid my tongue down her sodden slit, but she just laughed and moved it. "No, I can't."
Sarah smiled and kissed the tip of my cock before sliding her hand down to the shaft and taking the tip in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. My breathing became ragged, and I pushed back in the bed, enjoying the expert blowjob that Sarah was happily providing.
I sighed loudly as I neared orgasm and cried out to Sarah, but, as usual, she just increased her pace and kept up with my bucking hips and bobbing cock. I felt the pressure in my balls intensify and gulped. I tensed my buttocks and gasped as I felt a pressure valve be lifted, and a few waves of cum were pumped into Sarah's teenage mouth.
She coughed as I finished; I think I must have hit the back of her throat, but she swallowed and just sucked the tip of my cock.
"Love you," I cried as another aftershock hit me, and Sarah just giggled.
Ray tapped his fingers on the glass of the bus, and I snapped at him for the umpteenth time. "Calm down." He sighed and went to biting his nails and then fiddling with his camera case.
We had taken the "other" train out of Aylesbury that connected our town with the main line at High Wycombe - a large sprawling town on the Motorway just outside London, and were now speeding through the lunchtime Friday traffic on a smelly bus with a dozen poorly dressed people around us.
We were nervous as we both had all our expensive camera gear by our sides, and Ray was worried about everything - he was in a strange town, surrounded by people he didn't like the look of, carrying his pride and joy in his hand and was about to start shooting for a sex shoot. My friend was a wreck!
We reached our stop in the west of the town centre five minutes later, and I pulled out a battered piece of paper from my pocket; I had some rough directions, and we strode into a small industrial estate, surrounded by vans, workmen and activity.
The little unit my "friend" had rented (or bought) was unlocked, and we nervously strode into the large room calling out for "Mike."
"Hiya boys," a voice cried, and my heart pumping ten to the dozen spun around to see a bald man - easily in his thirties - dressed in a large T-shirt and shorts. "Come on through. You've got a change of clothes."
"Yeah," I said airily and put my backpack down. I held out my hand to shake his, and he stopped, giving a wry giggle.
"Hey, we don't shake hands in porn. I know where they've been!" I muttered an insincere apology, but Mike knew I clearly didn't mean it and showed us through into the big warehouse.
He had "decorated" it well and had on three of the walls, brightly coloured sheeting on the wall and floors, with an assortment of bare wooden chairs, tables and other furniture. He told me that he was doing a "WAM" shoot, but I had no idea what it was, and Ray asked what I was thinking.
Mike blew air through his lips at Ray's question and hummed confidently. "It's for a sploshing mag. Got this off me mate, it's empty and got it for fifty notes." He shrugged and smiled. "'E's security guard. Girls'll be 'ere soon. Wifey's pickin' 'em up. We'll do custard pies in faces, gunge over head. Messy wrestling. Dirty spanking, that sort of thing."
"Oh, like mud," I blurted out, thinking back to Abi in the mud wrestling pit. "That'll be cool."
"No mud." He said. "We don't use mud. It's food. Been down to Cash 'n' Carry to stock up." We watched as he got his camera out and looked at us. "Olivia said you took great photos. I've done it before, but they moaned at the quality, and I made a shit profit. I'm 'oping you boys can bring 'ome the bacon."
"No pressure then," Ray muttered, and I took out eight films from my bag. I had given Ray an overview of what I had done in the club, and with Holly at the Landmark Hotel, and while he heard, he wasn't sure he was really listening. His eyes kept wandering to Mike who was setting up the first set with a giant tub of baked beans and a seat.
Eight girls turned up a few moments later, and Mike's wife came over and took the camera from him. Mike then walked over to the girls and introduced us as the "photographers who'll make you famous." This was stretching it a bit, but all of the girls were in tight shorts or T-shirts, and they looked sexy. They also didn't look much older than us!
Ray licked his lips, and I told him to put his eyes back in! The first scene didn't involve the baked beans, but he passed over two policewomen outfits to the two tallest girls - a blonde-haired girl who looked a bit like Ingrid and a half-caste girl with black frizzy hair (a bit like Donna).
Mike called us over, and we started taking photos, first of all with them clean and then as they traded creampies and then poured custard over each other. Mike was in his element, directing proceedings, and the remaining girls sat around watching as "Donna" and "Ingrid" coated each other in custard.
I got "Ingrid" to sit in the chair and sit back, squeezing out the goo from her knickers and down her stockings while smiling at the camera, and Mike got "Donna" to coat her friend with more food.
A redhead was then covered in a giant bucket of custard while dressed in a PVC catsuit, which collected in a paddling pool, which was then cue for "Ingrid" and "Donna" to join in.
The sexiest scene, I thought, was when a girl was naked, covered head to toe in chocolate sauce and then spanked over a schoolgirl's knee, but we went through so much food, and both Ray and I slipped in the mess.
Chrissie, Mike's wife, passed the camera to Mike and joined in, gleefully stripping naked to get dunked in custard. She was a plump lady, and when chocolate sauce was added over the top, she looked like a monster from the deep!
I felt myself getting very hard as two eighteen-year-old school girls battled it out with baked beans, and little orange pellets went everywhere, hitting Ray before they hit me. I got some good "action" shots of the two, but I was surprised by the sexiness of it all. It was a million miles away from sex - there was some nakedness, but not all the girls were without clothes, and there was no penetration, just plenty of suggestion. I found it more arousing than some of the girls at the club doing their photo shoot, mostly because every girl being messed up was doing so with a giant smile on their face.
It looked fun, and I almost wanted to join in but knew that I couldn't."Ingrid" was back from a quick shower and dressed in just cheap lingerie that was soon covered in green gunge. She had squirty cream sprayed in her shorts and then across her bosom before being thrown into the paddling pool of custard.
The lighting wasn't perfect, and the slick bodies certainly reflected the light in all directions, but there was an attractiveness to it; shiny, smooth legs, covered with messy gooey substances that just oozed sex appeal and sensuality.
Ray smiled at me; he was enjoying himself and was talking to a dirty young lady who then hugged him when he put his camera down. I couldn't help but grin and used up my film as Mike brought the shoot to a close. Ray and I had managed our film use well as I had told him how many pictures we had to take, and Mike told us of how many scenes were left.
I didn't need a shower, but I wanted to change my trousers before we went home as girls ran back to the small portable shower in the corner of the room. I knew it wasn't cold water, but the heating must have been on its "last legs" as it was not overly warm, judging by some of the squeals from the young ladies we had just photographed.
Mike took the five rolls of film from me with the three from Ray and put them in his little bag. He had two from Chrissie that was now busy washing her hair in the small portable shower in the corner of the room. "Better be OK," he mused. "Mag said they'd take all the pics if they're good." I fidgeted slightly, but I knew they should be of a good quality. I had paid attention to what Olivia had said and had confidence in my work.
"What's the deal here?" I asked as Ray joined the girls in queuing for the shower. They rubbed their naked bodies alongside him to mess him up and caught him disappearing between a pair of chocolate thighs and two pairs of custard breasts. Mike gave me a wry smile.
"They're college girls," he told me. "Mostly eighteen plus but ... well, that's what they tell me. They look it, and I try not to ask for proof, but they sign to say they are. But they get twenty, thirty, forty quid for four hours work, they jump at that. And then there's you two at one twenty. Another hundred on sheeting and supplies. Fifty for the building. Furniture came from the tip. But I could sell these pics for upwards of a grand to grand an' half to mag. Maybe two."
I smiled at him, and he rubbed his hands. "A thousand?"
"Yeah," he said confidently and lowered his voice. "At least. And wifey wants to buy an 'ouse. Every little 'elps, as they say."
Mike was talkative, and as long as I helped him to clear up, I could chat. Ray - now clean and dry - was playing with his camera and talking to a half-naked girl while I pumped Mike for information.
I had spent some time around Neil Pollitt, Zoe's uncle, when we went down and learnt a lot from him as to erotic photography, but Mike was a small-time pornographer who made the small sums work. "Simply put," Mike told me. "Ya just nee' to work awt what ya margins are. I mean, we dain't do gangbangs and shit cos it's done to 'igh 'eaven by the pro's. We just do the niche shit."
"And it pays?"
"It pays big time," he told me. "Long as ya keep ya costs short and ya income long." I offered him Ceri's phone number, and he gratefully took it. I had no doubt that she would happily consider a photo shoot if it involved her being paid, and Mike said he was always looking for new girls.
I changed into my clean trousers before we were offered a lift back to the station, and we settled into the dilapidated minibus, both of us in between models - or "porn stars" to Ray - and made no attempt to be fine, upstanding young men. I tickled a long-haired girl who openly giggled and flirted while Ray was loud and brash; I had never seen him like that.
"You have great knockers," my awkward friend told the girl whose lap he was almost on, which caused a barrage of laughter.
Was it any wonder he was single with charm like that?
Abi had promised us a particularly good film at the "Film Club," and there was an unusual amount of interest. Neither Sarah nor I had heard of it, but Zoe told us that it better not be as bad as "Showgirls," and Ingrid had seen it and wanted to see it again.
I was a little surprised that the four of us could fit into Abi's room along with my Scottish friend and her housemate. Sarah had purchased some popcorn, but Abi didn't have a microwave, so she had to heat it on the pan.
The pan Sarah had put the microwaveable popcorn into had a spout (it was a milk pan), and I got hit by an incoming piece of exploding popcorn as I entered the room.
Sarah was genuinely amazed by the popping corn and hadn't put a large enough pan, so the lid rose above the pan due to the expansion of our snack. "This is so cool," Sarah shouted at me above the popping. "I so want to do this again."
I left Sarah with the impending mess - I was acutely reminded of a fable called "The Magic Porridge Pot," only Sarah's tale would be the "The Tiny Popcorn Pan" - but she returned into the lounge a few moments later with two bowls of slightly burned microwaveable popcorn.
The Story of O - as a name - meant nothing to any of us, but we each put in a pound on the little pot on the television and sat down with a drink each and some popcorn.
Angela came to join us just as Abi wound the tape back, and I settled in with Sarah between my open legs. She rubbed her body up and down and was quite glad when Abi turned off the lights. We were at the back of the room, so no one was directly in front of us, and I was the only guy in the room, but Ingrid and Zoe were sat together with Angela and Abi both having the chairs.
It was a dark film, and the first scene of "O" being told to remove clothes before going into the house, being subjected to pain and non-consensual penetration will live with me forever. Sarah gently rubbed up and down on my erect cock, and it was a powerfully erotic bit of cinema.
I felt ready to come but stopped her; I did not want to ejaculate in front of Zoe and Ingrid, and settled on watching the erotic movie Abi had procured, and gently rubbing Sarah's nipples before moving to her slit.
Sarah was exceptionally moist - and got considerably wetter as the film moved on and the experiences of "O" became more extreme. I was somewhat taken with the notion of handing over control of my life to someone else and lapped up the film, but couldn't do it as "O" did; it was too far!
We were all transfixed, and I happily played with Sarah as I always did on Abi's film club. She was especially moist and gave muted groans as I pressed against the clit. She was unable to do much as she was leaning against my body between my legs, and I had both of my arms across her chest, pushing her into me, but she put her head back and tilted it to give me a kiss.
I am not sure if Sarah did orgasm or just got very aroused, but she was quiet, which was crucial, and then kissed me as the film neared its end.
"Thank you," she whispered and settled down against me. I let her "taste" herself on my fingers and then kissed her on the cheek, suckling her skin that caused her to giggle.
"Is that your copy?" I asked Abi as the film finished, and we got up to stretch our legs.
"Borrowed from Blockbusters," she replied with a smirk. "And yes, I could see you enjoyed it!"
"It was a good film," I replied, a little defensively, and Abi smiled.
"It was," Sarah agreed. "So erotic and so ..."
"It. Was. Disgusting," Zoe interrupted. "And to see all that. How could someone do that to another person?"
"Well, that's the point," Sarah told her and then smiled at her shocked face. "Oh Zoe. You are so naïve."
"I am not naïve," Zoe thundered, and Abi and I looked at each other.
"You are naïve," Ingrid replied. "You thought Ray and Rosie would be together for life."
"Yeah, and that Sarah and I were being immoral and unnatural."
"Oh, don't start this again," Zoe moaned and opened the door to the corridor. "You've watched a couple of porn films, but that was nothing short of violence and degradation and ... well, I felt sick when she got that heated metal and put it to the poor girl. It made me sick."
Sarah's eyes twinkled. "We could, you know," she grinned.
Abi allowed Zoe to leave the room and whispered in our ears. "Wait until the Summer, and you can have a temporary one if you two get kinky," she said, so I was barely able to hear. "It's called a sunburn brand, and it's where you make the design you want on some paper and cut it out. Then just lay down with all of you covered up except for that piece in the Sun, and just that bit gets sunburnt." We looked at her, and she shrugged. "We had long waits sometimes in the massage parlour. You talk about everything."
I smiled, and we went into the open air. Zoe and the Scandinavian Ingrid had continued the row about the Story of O - it was one of Ingrid's favourite films, and I could see why; it was one of mine now. It was so elegantly done and showed in explicit detail the aspects of that culture.
Sarah had a glint in her eye, but we were not going to be able to do much, and we held hands as Zoe moralised. "I so hope we go to see Satan if she is going to Heaven," Sarah whispered. "It'll be more fun."
"It'll be 'ot," I joked, and we said our goodbyes at the top of the street.
Rhea crossed her arms and looked at me as we came into the room. "What do you think to 'sexy' as a name?"
I spluttered and shrugged. "I don't know. What for?"
"For our daughter," Simon added. They cackled at my horrified face. "Rhea's not pregnant, but she wants to call her first daughter 'Sexy.'"
I frowned at her. "It's an unusual name for a baby."
Rhea smiled. "I know. But it is cool. Because can you imagine during the Ofsted inspection when my daughter is trying to firebomb the school and they ask 'who is that?' and then the headteacher replies, 'oh, she is Sexy.' They'll be locked up.And then there is the boyfriend thing. And all sorts. It has so much potential.
I turned to Simon. "I so hope Rhea never has any children."
"It's OK. I don't want any," Rhea said quickly. "Nasty, smelly, vile creatures. And you might end up with a little boy. Little girls are OK, I suppose, but boys, eh!"
"Looks like it's up to us for the grandchildren then," I uttered to Sarah jokingly, and she squeezed my hand.
"Yeah, who says I want children?" Sarah smiled at me and pursed her lips. "It's OK. I do and I know you do." Her eyes sparkled and she squeezed my hand. "We could go try now, if you want!"
* * * * *
Sarah's assertion worried me a bit; I had not actually told Sarah that I did want to be a father when I was older, as in truth I had not given it much thought, but clearly Sarah had. I put it out of my mind; why was Sarah worrying about such trivial things at sixteen anyway?
I wasn't sure how I would cope with young children and had had little contact with the little blighters, but realized that if people like Mark could be a stepfather, then I should have no problems being a dad. I was road-tested quicker than I expected on Saturday afternoon. "Andy," Mum called out as she ran up the stairs. "Andy."
"What?" I replied, worried by the urgency in her voice.
"Andy," she cried when she saw me. "I need you to babysit."
"Babysit?" I interrupted. I was a little concerned by her panicked look.
"Yes, don't interrupt. Alicia's been injured. She's going to Stoke Mandeville."
"Oh," I replied, my heart beating furiously. What did I know about looking after children? "Can't ..."
Mum cocked her head, and Alicia's two children - Lily and Charlotte - emerged from behind her. "I got to go to the hospital, Horace is away. OK? Stay in the flat and use whatever you need in the freezer."
Mum looked at me for a split second and then ran back down the stairs. "Hi," I muttered to the scared-looking children.
They said nothing, and a half-naked Rhea looked into the lounge from the dining room. "Hey, did I hear you were babysitting? Unlucky."
I looked at the two children; they may have been twins, but were remarkably different. "Do you want a drink?"
They shook their heads, and Rhea smiled at them. "We have lemonade," she offered. Their faces lit up slightly at this, and Rhea then added, "And chocolate biscuits, you just need to take your coats off and come with me into the kitchen."
They looked at Rhea and then at each other, and the bigger girl, Charlotte, nodded and took off her red coat, which I took off of her. Rhea, as it happens, didn't give them a chocolate biscuit, but the entire biscuit tin, and I groaned.
"They wanted them."
"Yes, well an alcoholic wants beer, but it is not a good thing to give it to them."
"And a sex addict wants Sarah, and she does give it to you," Rhea replied instantly, and I rolled my eyes.
"What's a sex addict?" Lily asked, looking up from the kitchen, and Rhea grinned.
"Yes Andy, what is a sex addict?"
"I don't know. Perhaps Rhea could tell us."
Rhea turned to them and shook her head. "It's naughty words, but I shall not use them in front of you. Even if my big brother wants me to. But he likes naughty words as he is naughty. Silly Andy," she cooed and gave me a grin.
My bottomless sister invited the two kids to play on the PlayStation, but they did not have the hand-eye coordination to play any of our video games, and we didn't have any toys suitable for seven-year-olds. Rhea got up and looked at the video cabinet, scowling at it. "It's locked," she moaned.
I shrugged; Mum did keep the video cabinet locked if she thought we would watch inappropriate films (she openly admitted having some containing adult, pornographic, or explicit material), and Rhea disappeared, returning a few moments later with a couple of small metal tools.
I rolled my eyes, but Lily came over and looked at Rhea peering into the cabinet. "Do you mind," Rhea teased. "Tricks of the trade." Lily looked at me, and I went to call her over, but Rhea giggled and got the seven-year-old to sit down and listen. I went to protest, but Charlotte said she needed a wee, and I had to show her where the bathroom was, leaving Rhea to teach Lily some unsuitable skills.
I came back down to Rhea gently guiding Lily into picking the lock, and there was a clunk. "She's a natural," Rhea proudly explained. "Even Simon spent longer on his first lock." Lily beamed.
"Just don't tell Mum," I warned her, and Rhea selected the first film she saw on the shelf - The Exorcist. I tutted, and Rhea then chose a more suitable film for our audience, The Little Mermaid.
Our young audience loved the film, and as it neared its conclusion, I located a couple of pizzas in the freezer and put them in the oven with some French fries.
The two girls may have remained perfectly still and calm during the film, but the excess of chocolate Rhea had fed them gave them a sugar high as they sat down to eat the dinner I was providing, and the excited chatter over dinner was enough to give me a headache.
I left the washing up for later and got out the draughts board, offering a game to the quiet Lily, who passed, and Charlotte took me up on it. It was tough teaching a seven-year-old strategy and the rules of the game, but I allowed her to win the first couple of games and then beat her to show her where her weaknesses were.
Rhea teased me about losing, but she had found a bow and arrow set from when she was a bit smaller and was currently enticing Lily to shoot at her teddy bear perched on the bottom step of the stairs. "Be careful," I told them as Lily hit the wall, and Rhea just cackled and retrieved the ammunition.
I put my foot down when Rhea retrieved her claymore and gave it to the seven-year-old, whose eyes lit up, although she was barely able to lift it. Rhea supported it as she swung it, and I told my sister to put it away before someone - most probably me - got hurt.
Eventually, we settled down to watch another film, and I provided the girls with some popcorn, fizzy pop, and a Disney video which we had to rewind (Rhea never rewound the videos when she finished with them!).
As the credits finished, there was a cough behind us, and Mum stood there with Alicia, her leg bandaged up. I saw her glance over at Rhea, who hadn't noticed, and Lily finish her can of cola, burp, and then scrunch up the can. The television went off with a flick of Mum's hand, and Rhea turned to see her, only for Lily to burp loudly again. "Ahh, a natural."
Alicia gave a grin. "Teaching her bad habits, Rhea. She'll end up like you."
Mum glared at me. "I thought I left you in charge," she said with an annoyed edge to her voice.
"I thought that as well," I snapped back, and Charlotte promptly took four of my pieces. "But then you can't control Rhea, what chance have I got?"
"Oi," Rhea replied. "I am not a rottweiler."
"No," I said in a slightly aggrieved tone. "A rottweiler can be trained."
Lily looked up at her mother and ran to her, wrapping her arms around her. "So what have you been up to?"
"We watched a film, and then Andy made us pizza, and then we listened to music, and we played with bows and arrows and swords, and then, errr, we watched another film."
Mum looked at Rhea. "I thought I locked the video cabinet."
"And Rhea taught me how to open locked cabinets." Alicia burst out laughing, and my sister hissed at the little girl. Of course, Rhea still wasn't dressed, and her lounging on the couch was displaying all of her teenage attributes to our visitor; this did not go unnoticed. "And I want a big sword for Christmas!"
Mum took Alicia and the kids back to their house and returned ten minutes later, telling Rhea off for picking locks and showing Alicia's kids how to do it, and then I was reprimanded for allowing Rhea to do it.
"We only watched a Disney film," I replied. "And anyway, I didn't know she was breaking in until she was breaking in. And then it was too late."
Mum gave me a withering look, and I used the pause to ask what had happened to Alicia. "Car. Knocked over crossing the road as we went for a walk. There was an ambulance just 'round the corner, so there was no time, but I didn't want to take the kids to the hospital."
"I suppose not," I muttered and allowed our conversation to peter out. Mum came over and hugged me.
"I know I dumped them on you, but thank you for looking after Charlotte and Lily. It is appreciated," she told me and kissed my cheek. She gave a groan and then released me. "But I am needed at work; don't be up too late," she warned, and I watched her leave the room and go through the interconnecting door.
Maybe having children weren't so bad after all, but only if they were kept away from their Aunty Rhea!
* * * * *
Abi and Sarah were both waiting for me as I unlocked the door to the club on Sunday, and I looked suspiciously at them, but Abi just shrugged. "I've arranged it with Grace."
"Arranged what?"
"Nothing," Sarah squeaked. She coughed and gave a slightly nervous laugh. "Just, umm... well, nothing much."
"You're a crap liar," I told my girlfriend and then looked at my ex-lover. "Abi? What is going on?"
"Errr... you heard the young lady," my Scottish friend told me. "Nuttin'."
"Abi, Sarah, you two can't lie." Sarah disagreed, but neither of them were anywhere near the Rhea standard I was usually faced with, and then I stood in the doorway with my arms crossed and the key in my hand.
"OK, I'm teaching Sarah to strip."
"She can strip," I answered immediately and sighed. "Well, she's done it before."
"I want to learn from the best," Sarah told me, and we heard Zoe's voice coming up the road. I unlocked the door and unset the alarm, telling the two to wait in the toilets, and Zoe and I would do upstairs together.
"You got half-an-hour," I warned them, and Sarah thanked me with a kiss.
"Did I hear you talking to someone?"My suspicious friend asked as I smiled at her.
"No, just umm. Just my phone," I told her and held out the bulky handset from my pocket. "Mum asking me. Could we, err, could we start upstairs first?"
"Yeah, sure," Zoe replied as she came in and looked at me mistrustfully. I took a couple of deep breaths; why was I suddenly scared about talking to Zoe? I was doing what Abi and Sarah were doing, which is why I knew that they were lying to me.
I grabbed hold of our extensive tray of cleaning products and grabbed both the vacuum cleaner and the carpet cleaner, taking them to the bottom of the stairs and then carrying the vacuum cleaner upstairs. "Why did your Mum want us to do these first?"
"Dirty," I muttered and then saw movement in the toilets. "And she said she might be popping in downstairs in a minute."
"OK," Zoe muttered, and I put the vacuum cleaner in the small corridor before retrieving the carpet cleaner. I heard the music come on while we were in one of the VIP rooms and rolled my eyes. Zoe looked at me with a questioning look, but we continued talking about more mundane things - Ray's break-up with Donna the week before, Rhea's continuing relationship with Simon, Zoe's latest book, or even just the music on the radio or the homework we had to do.
I was vacuuming each room and then cleaning it with the carpet cleaner, and while the rooms were used, they were not dirty, and I had to use all my persuasion to get Zoe to stay until they were completely pristine; they were of a much higher standard than usual, and even the lights were gleaming.
Zoe shook her head. "Is an inspection due?"
"Had it," I muttered as we finished the last room. Like last time, we had an impressive array of lost property, including a card advertising escort services by Suzanna with a picture that looked remarkably like Cherry!
We put the last of the items at the top of the stairs and made a loud noise as we started to descend the steps; I was hoping Abi and Sarah had finished and the music had stopped, but as the stairs swept around to the right and above the stage, I heard Zoe shout.
"Sarah!" Zoe cried, and I looked to see a naked Sarah - except for some boots, crouching down and holding onto a pole as Abi directed.
"Oh hi," Sarah called as she made a pelvic thrust onto the pole.
"That's good," Abi said, nodding. "Nearly finished."
Zoe was at the foot of the stage in seconds and stared directly at her friend. "What are you doing? You can't be working here as you are too young."
"Yes, I know," Sarah cried as she sat on the stage. "I know that. I wanted Abi to teach me for ... personal reasons."
"Personal reasons?"
"Yeah." Her eyes flicked towards me, and I smiled at her. Zoe groaned and stormed off towards the toilets.
"I am doing in here, and I don't want to see naked people when I am finished."
I looked at both of the troublesome ladies with a shake of the head, and Sarah grabbed her clothes scattered around the floor before I realised that they weren't her clothes at all. "Mine are in the back room," she told me, reading my mind.
"But you did well," Abi told her. "A natural."
"I'd like to work here," Sarah mused. "I could do with the extra money."
"You could get a job anywhere for the extra money," I replied, and she crossed her arms.
"You sound like Mum. I don't want to get a job anywhere, I want to get a job at the strip club." I sighed, and Sarah crossed her arms. "Well, I want somewhere where I can have some fun!"
"It's not that fun," Abi told her. "Gets very samey. Same guys, same dances, same being felt up, same everything."
"It's so much fun," Sarah cried. "I love it."
I groaned; Sarah was spoilt at times. Working - at our age - didn't involve fun. It was menial work to get extra pocket money and pay for the things we wanted to do. The first step on the road to independence, but Sarah would continue to not have to work while her parents gave her a generous allowance.
I was a little proud of the fact that I worked for my money and although Dad put a very generous allowance into my bank account each month, it did not stop me from working. Indeed, the majority of my money was earned, and Sarah was a long way from being able to say that!
I shook my head and joined Zoe in the toilets, who was moaning vociferously about Sarah and Abi; it wasn't my choice for Zoe to see them, but the way she shouted at me, she clearly thought it was all my doing.
* * * * *
"Why do you come then?" I asked Zoe as she ranted about the depravity of the Story of O. "I mean, they are adult films. You don't like them, so why come?"
Zoe scowled slightly as we approached the top of Abi's road. "Well ... it's ummm ... I don't want to be on my own."
"It's two hours. Just like when you wanted to see Titanic last year, and you went with Ingrid and Rosie and whoever. I didn't go 'cause it's ... well not my thing."
"Well, neither is Story of O and Beethoven and ... stuff."
"This is a porn film. Debbie does Dallas is renowned," I told her. "It's full of people ..."
"I know," Zoe interrupted. "I just shut my eyes for those bits. OK?"
I burst out laughing, as did Ray, Ingrid, and Sarah walking with us. "Zoe, what will we do with you?"
"Get her laid," Ray crudely said. "In fact, I'll do it. Change your mind 'bout sex."
"Sleeping with one girl does not make you a sex god," Ingrid told him, and he snorted.
"Two actually." His crass and bold demeanour withered slightly when Sarah looked at him.
"Rosie said you hadn't gone ... you know."
"No. Ummmm ... not her. Katy." He pursed his lips and looked at me, and I shrugged. "The cute one from last week."
"Oh Ray ..."
He smiled and wiped his nose. "She's the one who kept smiling and touching me." Sarah shook her head at him, but he just shrugged, clearly enjoying being the centre of attention. "Ah, we swapped phone numbers, and she asked if I could take some pictures of her, so Mum and Dad were out on Saturday, so she came up, took some photos in the garden, developed 'em and um we agreed a price."
I stared at his overconfident demeanour. "That's prostitution."
"Yeah," Ray muttered. "Well, it saves on having to get to know her. She was cute and nice but thick as two short planks. Who wants to spend time being nice to that? We had nothing in common really, so quick photos, develop, she sees them as good and wants them, so fuck in my room. I mean, they were only black 'n' white, but she looked classy. Which she isn't."
Zoe sneered. "That's so immoral and disgusting," she railed.
"Twasn't," Ray uttered and smiled. "She could suck a ..."
"I don't want to know," cried both Zoe and me in unison. "And Ray, be discreet," I told him. "Or you won't be getting many other girlfriends."
Ray sneered, but Ingrid agreed with us and told him to be less candid. I was somewhat surprised at Ray; he was always a bit shy and a very calm person, but Donna had certainly exposed a wilder streak in him, and he was certainly keen to maintain it despite her departure.
Ray needed a steady, calm girl to keep him in check - a strong figure who was fierce and uncomplicated like Zoe or Ingrid, but he was not going to endear himself to either of them by boasting of his overactive libido or chauvinistic attitudes.
We arrived at Abi's flat, and once again, Sarah did her trick with the popcorn, scattering popped kernels to the four corners of the small kitchen. Abi was rarely flustered but came back looking a little stressed after Sarah forgot to put the lid on the pan and covered half of the kitchen in the snack.
We settled down with a small bowl of popcorn each, and Abi turned the film on. It was a lot more intense and erotic than Showgirls, the sex scenes were more graphic, although the video was a little grainy.
Sarah cuddled up to me, and I openly danced over her labia with my fingers. Fortunately, her groaning and mewing were quiet and blended in with the television.
Ray was close to Ingrid, and I saw him trying to touch her, but she resisted his charms much to my sadistic amusement. Zoe kept flinching, and on more than one occasion, I saw her close her eyes as there was a particular filthy scene - she was amusing if nothing else!
My attention, however, was focused on Sarah and the film, and I wondered if I could bring Sarah to orgasm without anyone (apart from Sarah) realising. I waited for the "threesome" scene with Lisa, Ashley, and Hamilton and applied pressure on Sarah's clit.
My hand was openly down her trousers, but she had unbuttoned them to give me some sort of access, and it was hot and wet in her knickers; she was either sweating, aroused, or both.
Sarah pushed her rear into the carpet and put her head back on the chair. Abi was directly behind us, and I am sure she slipped us a glance, but I knew she would not care, and I began to circle Sarah's clit with my finger. I heard her breathing become panting, and her body started to writhe. She bit her lip and squeezed my arm.
She pushed her legs together and sighed. I knew she was close to coming and took a number of quick, shallow breaths and screwed up her face. She pulled her pelvis into the chair and mewed before pursing her lips tightly. I could tell she was desperately fighting her climax, but I had a naughty streak in me, and I knew Sarah did not mind - she was a pure exhibitionist at heart.
"Andy," she whispered, but I ignored her and increased my pace, pressing down forcefully on her pearl. She sniffed, and her legs shook slightly as her body tensed and her pelvis pulsed. I could see her screwing up her eyes and her face while her hand was clamped over her mouth.
She squealed too loudly for comfort, and I instinctively coughed to mask it before pressing gently and withdrawing my finger. Sarah was panting slowly and had a smile on her face. She blew me a kiss, and we watched the last few minutes of the film.
"Well, that was another immoral film," Zoe told us as the credits rolled, and we smiled at her."It was advocating prostitution."
"There's nothing wrong with a bit of whoring," Ray told her with a smile. "It's the oldest game in town."
"It is so wrong. Think of Mary Magdalene and what the bible teaches us. She turned her back on it 'cause it was wrong, and she was forgiven. Prostitution is a sin, and it is wrong," she explained calmly but resolutely, and we looked at Ray who shrugged.
"Sure, wasn't it also taught that those of you with unblemished pasts can throw the first stone? You've sinned too."
"Yeah, like in the Summer," Sarah reminded Zoe who just groaned.
"Yes, I know," Zoe snapped. "But Ray, getting a girl to have sex with you solely so you will take filthy pictures of her, it isn't right."
"Why? She was a shit fuck, so it all evens out. And as you said, throw the first stone when you are sinless."
"I am not throwing stones," Zoe told him with a scowl. "I just think getting a girl into bed as a trade demeans sex and it demeans you."
"Really?" Ray asked with a smirk. "Listen, every girl's got their price."
"I haven't," Zoe interrupted him, and Ray scoffed.
"A thousand pounds?" Zoe shook her head, and Ray raised his eyebrows. "Two thousand? Hundred thousand? A million? It doesn't matter. Every bird has their price, and I met Katy's."
"So what's your price for taking a cock up your backside?" Ingrid asked him, and Ray's face dropped slightly. "Every guy must have a price."
"I don't know," Ray told her. "Maybe ... OK, I don't know. I'll have one," he said airily. "But I haven't worked it out."
Angela patted Ray on the head. "He may be a bit of an arrogant prick with it, but he's right. Every guy and every gal have their price." Zoe crossed her arms as Ray crowed and then patted Zoe on the knee.
"So what's your price for a date then, gorgeous?"
"She's too expensive for you," I replied for my blonde friend and Zoe nodded.
"Quite right." Sarah and I got up and opened the curtains which the rest of the visitors took as their cue to leave. Angela smiled as Ray and Zoe continued their frantic discussion as they left the room and looked at me.
"You and Abi aren't blameless in that department," I teased. "But Zoe doesn't know that."
Abi cocked her head. "Does she know all what you have done?"
"Hell no," Sarah answered for me. "Not a chance. Not even I know what he's been up to!" Which was something I was quite grateful for.
I knocked on the door of Sarah's house at Saturday lunchtime having started the club with Zoe at the break of dawn. She was going away overnight to a religious happy-clappy camp and wouldn't be home until 5pm on Sunday, when we would clean it again (although I would start at 3pm and have it half done by the time she arrived).
"She's not dressed," her mother told me as I was let in. "Had a shower after football but not got dressed. But then you like it like that." I blushed as she cackled at me.
"Are you telling me that any guy wouldn't?"
She smiled and shook her head at me. "It's OK. I'm only teasing. She's upstairs." I nodded in thanks and started walking up her stairs only for to call out to me. "I hear a friend of yours has been teaching my daughter how to do stripteases," Angela asked and I bit my lip, blushing a bit more.
"Ahhh ... well they sort of arranged that themselves."
Angela's expression burst into a smile. "You know. When I met you, I thought you were a delightful lad with good intentions."
I hesitated. "And now?" She wiped her mouth.
"I think you two get away with far too much," she told me. "You two are only sixteen, but you seem to forget that! But I ain't going to lecture. Just be careful where you let her go stripping!"
"Do you think I can control her?" I asked, and Angela licked her lips and nodded. "I didn't set her up for the lessons; she did that herself!"
"I think you both have more control over each other than you realise," she told me quite cryptically and then smiled. "And Grace thinks so too."
I shook my head, going to respond to the admission that Angela and Mum had been talking about us, but she chortled to herself and went back into her room.
I hesitated outside Sarah's door. I wasn't certain if I wanted to burst in and see her naked or be a gentleman and knock. In the end, I decided that it would be better to allow my girlfriend to keep her dignity and knocked loudly on the door only for Sarah to call me in.
She was naked, except for a pair of rainbow-colored socks and a sunhat. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking at the many piles of clothes on the bed.
"Sorting out my clothes," she told me and put the sunhat onto the bed in a particular pile before smiling at me. She must have gotten out of the shower recently as her hair was slightly damp and was still frizzy and uncontrollable.
"So ... what does sorting out clothes mean?" I asked as I kissed her and then put my bag down on the spare bit of floor. I cupped her buttocks and the exhibitionist licked her lips and went back to her open wardrobe.
"I have so much shit," she moaned and took out a gray pinafore dress. "I mean, what was I on when I bought this?" She flung it over to the pile by the door and then took out another dress - this time blue.
"Wear it," I told her, and she groaned before trying it on and saying it didn't suit her. It was long and flowing, much like Abi's green dress, and I shook my head.
"It's fine."
"Oh, it isn't," she cried and wrapped her hands underneath it and threw it onto another pile next to me. "It's for Jodie."
Sarah also disliked a skirt that was too long (it reached her knees), a blouse that had one button missing, and a T-Shirt that had a band that was now unfashionable on it; these too went in the donate or bin piles.
"And this," Sarah cried, holding out a pair of denim dungarees. "What was I thinking of?"
"Wear them," I told her, and she threw them over me onto another pile. I caught them and gave them back to her. "Try them on."
"Why?" Sarah asked, her head cocked and her body language exuding annoyance.
"Because you'll look nice," I told her, and she scoffed, throwing them back on the pile. I reached over, caught them, and she scowled.
"Andy, they are horrible. I can't believe I ever bought them and wore them. Now..."
"Try them on," I told her. "They are sexy."
"They are not," Sarah repeated, and I had to remind her of Felicity Kendall. Eventually, she relented and put them on so that she was naked underneath. I helped her fasten the straps, and she looked in the mirror, making a sneering sound. "They are so ... babyish."
"They are fun," I told her and slid my hands underneath the straps to reach her nipples and touched them gently. She sighed and gasped, biting her lip as she watched me in the mirror playing with her. She took a few deep breaths as I nibbled on her ear and kissed her neck. "You're sexy in anything," I whispered. "But dungarees suit you, don't they?" She took a few quick breaths and gulped, shaking her head, but I used my hand to explore her chest and her body while kissing her. "Don't they?"
"Oh God ... if you say so," she muttered, and I put my hand inside her bottom half. "Later," she whispered. "Please. I can't come in dungarees," she begged, but I laughed at her and pushed my hand lower. I had to bow my head slightly but reached her waist, where the clothes were tightest and touched her clit. "Andy," she begged, but made no effort to stop me as I touched her pearl and began to apply pressure.
She was wet and horny and although she denied it, I could have whipped open her overalls and bent her over her desk, and she would have happily taken my erect manhood. I wanted to have sex on the bed, and this was impossible with her piles of clothes, so I was going to torment her in unfashionable clothes.
Instead, I pushed against her little button and watched as she screwed up her face and looked up at the ceiling, allowing me to kiss her neck. Her groans were loud and audible, and she parted her legs to allow me better access.
Standing up and playing with her was a wholly different sensation for both of us, but Sarah was happy to lean back a little as I fingered her towards her orgasm. I recognized the usual ragged breathing and crying out before looking up at her and withdrawing my hand. She put her legs together and scowled at me. "Oh Andy," she begged. "Come on."
"You said you didn't want to come in your overalls," I teased and kissed her on the lips. She slapped me and pushed me against the bed and over her clothes.
"That's mean," she snapped and took off her overalls and threw them towards me. "I'm not keeping them now."
I tried to take Sarah's hand, but she was playfully annoyed with me and pushed me away, so I got up, grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her back onto the mountain of clothes, before kissing the tops of her legs.
She shook her head and tried to resist, but the moment my lips made contact with her labia, her opposition died. "You're not really annoyed, are you?" I asked as I put her dungarees underneath her rear to catch any moisture before kissing her clit.
Sarah didn't need to respond as I massaged her pearl with my tongue and then sucked gently on her engorged kernel. Sarah gulped and writhed under my touch and I moved my fingers to being aligned to her hole. Her body gladly accepted them and then I curled my fingers towards her ridged wall.
Her body tensed, and her muscles quivered as my tongue wrapped itself along her slick runway and played with her clit. She rubbed the back of my head and stroked my hair as she lay back on her clothing mound.
"Oh Andy," she screamed as she neared her climax and her body tensed. I looked up to see her eyes glazed and her face flushed. I pressed harder against her wall and sucked hard against her clit. She squealed and gasped, grabbing hold of the clothes and bucking her hips into my face. She was ready to climax, and I squeezed her nipple with my spare fingers.I felt myself come as my loins shook and shivered around his intruding finger before I cried out loudly. I looked at him panting and pushed his face into my crotch. "Keep going," I cried, but he shook his head. "Later," he told me and held out his hand. I refused it at first, but he guided me to my feet and kissed me on the cheek.
"If I wear you out now, there'll be nothing left for later," he told me, and I screwed up my overalls and threw them into the corner.
"It's my washing pile," I told him and then smiled. "But only 'cause you like 'em."
I giggled at him and watched as I got out my next outfit - a black skirt and then went through the rest of my wardrobe. I had a PVC-style catsuit that I had bought the year before when in London with Kevin that he particularly liked, but at the end of it, I had two bin bags of clothes - and another bag of shoes to the bin - and another bin bag for Jodie.
I am not sure if Jodie - Sarah's friend from the football training - would want to be a charity case, but I was adamant that she would accept the offer in the spirit it was intended. These were clothes that were mostly unworn, did not suit me or go with any of my shoes, or other clothes.
I did ask about the shoes in that I had the bottom of two wardrobes of clothes, but I just shrugged. "Need that many. Each pair go with a particular outfit."
I washed my face and hands, and I put a nightdress on, and we took the bin bags down the stairs to go by the side of the bin. Angela came in and sighed. "You need to go shopping now, poppet?" Angela asked, and I nodded with a grin on my face. "Well it will have to wait until next month," she told me, and I crossed my arms.
"But I've thrown out ... loads," I wailed. Angela sighed, and he squeezed my hand.
"But you've got a wardrobe and a half of clothes," he reminded me, and I screwed up my face. I could see Angela looking torn and he pulled me towards the kitchen where he made a pot of tea. "You could get yourself a Saturday job," he told me, but I shook my head.
"Don't need it," I replied and straightened my nightdress. He looked at me, and I shrugged. "I only get ... oh I can see what you are saying," I said with a snarl. "And you get money off your Dad so don't start."
"I wasn't," he muttered with his hands outstretched. "I just said that you could get a Saturday job and buy your own clothes."
I scoffed. "Yeah, and I'd earn thirty pounds tops each day - that'll be half a dress if I'm lucky. I can't earn enough to buy what I want." He counted to three and didn't respond, but at that moment I was extremely unattractive to him. If I disliked his temper, then he certainly disliked my sense of entitlement.
I expected my parents to fund my obsession with expensive clothing, and I noticed all of my clothes came with an expensive label. Whereas most of his clothes were bog-standard, hard-wearing normal clothes that came without a phone number price tag, I seemed almost to demand the very best garments my parents' money could buy.
He couldn't quite see how to explain to me that I was wrong but in the end bit his lip and looked at me. "Let's go shopping," he told me. "Tomorrow. In Watford. I got until Zoe gets back at three."
I scowled. "But Mum said I can't," I moaned. "And I've only got a hundred in the bank."
He smiled. "I shall buy you an outfit ... but from my shops. Not your fancy boutique places, normal shops."
I groaned, and I scowled and tapped the counter. "I know what you are trying to say," I moaned. "That I am some sort of immature, demanding, rich kid who just demands designer stuff that I don't need," I cried and waved my finger at him. "But I am not. I just like to look nice."
He passed me a cup of tea and picked up another one cup for my mother. "You are pretty, you don't need expensive threads to look nice," he complimented me. "And the amount of clothes you have, do you really need any more?"
My voice broke as he left the room to pass Angela her cup of tea and we went into the conservatory to play a game of Scrabble.
I wasn't annoyed at what he had said, but was certainly irritated by what she thought he meant, but he told me to try shopping in less salubrious shops and I just refused to countenance the concept.
I joined my family for tea that he and I cooked. I was still only dressed in my nightie, but we easily cooked a Spaghetti Bolognase that I splashed onto my white nightdress. "I need to throw it," I moaned. "Tomato won't come out." He glared at me, and I shrugged.
"It's a nightie," he hissed. "Who cares if it's got tomato on it?"
I scowled. "It's ruined. I better change it and throw it," I snapped, and he took the wooden spoon from the pan and smeared it across my chest.
"Now it's ruined," he told me, looking at the red streak across my breasts. "But you can still wear it."
I flapped my hands. "I can't, it's ..."
"It's fine," he told me with a grin and kissed me. My resistance melted, and we dished up. My father made reference to the nightdress - both the red stain and the fact that his daughter still wasn't dressed at six in the evening while we talked.
"We're out for the evening," Angela told me, as I cleared the plates away and dished a plate of ice cream each. He glanced at the imposing figure of my father, and he smiled at his wife.
"Sure," I cried out from the other room.
"Away at Robert's," he whispered, and Angela blushed.
"No," Angela hissed and looked at William who chuckled at his wife's panicked face.
"He'll be there," he told him in a low voice. "But you don't know where we are going, do you?"
He nodded at his firmness as Angela watched. "And we aren't staying," she murmured. "We'll be home very late, but we'll be home." I smiled as I returned with a bowl of ice cream each and sat down.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Andy's sleeping here tonight," I announced to my parents and my parents looked at me. "It's OK, he'll be in the spare room."
William looked at his wife, and Angela rolled her eyes. "And you, dear?"
"Oh Mum, you know I want a double bed," I begged.
"Well you want a lot," my father snapped and looked at him wriggling in the chair. "I warn both of you if Sarah gets pregnant they'll be hell to pay."
I frowned and sighed. "I'm not going to get pregnant. I'm on the pill. And anyway, what makes you think we're having sex?"
"Because I heard you three hours ago when I came home," William told me and took a spoonful of ice cream.
"Ahh no!" he cried and then shook his head. "Actually ... well ..." He could feel himself blushing and Angela put her hand on her husband's fingers, squeezing them affectionately.
"Leave 'em alone. Sarah is not going to get pregnant," she said firmly and glanced at me. "She won't make the same mistake we did." She was quite pointed with her comment, but I looked at my mother for a moment before being shot a look to tell me not to ask the question I was going to. He told Angela as we cleared the dessert bowls away that she was welcome to stay the night with her swingers as I would be "OK with him" but Angela just laughed.
"It's not Sarah being alone that worries me," she said and then licked her lips. "After a few hours bits of me get sore," she told him with a chuckle and then rubbed her face. "And make sure you look after my daughter!"
He promised I was in safe hands, and we waved away my parents at eight as they went to the "theatre."
"Must be a long way away," I moaned. "If they ain't gonna be back for hours." He hummed and kissed me, the red stain on my nightie now dried, and he pointed me towards the conservatory.
We watched television for a while - the usual desperate Saturday night fare was mind-numbingly tedious yet strangely watchable - but before too long even I got bored. I gave him a grin and told him to wait for a moment, and disappeared. I thought I was going to the toilet, but there was no flushing and he waited for a few minutes until he reached the bottom of the stairs and called up to me. "You OK?"
"Just getting changed. I'll be down in a minute," my beau replied.
"Do you want any help?"
"No," I squawked in a slightly panicked voice and he got himself a glass of water from the kitchen and sat back down in the lounge, flicking through the channels. I heard the staircase creak and looked up to see a hand come from around the door, and I turned off the "big light" in the room.
"Sarah? Do you fancy ..."
"Sssshhh!" I hissed, and my ghetto blaster was put into the room. He smiled as the "Hey Big Spender" came on and realised what I was doing.
I strode into the room, my eyes staring straight at him and I flicked the television off with a flick of my hand. I looked fabulous - the tartan skirt and white blouse accentuated with some stockings and a pair of black high heels. My hair was tied up and perched on top of my head, and I smiled at him, wiggling my hips as I moved to the music. He moved his hands forward to touch me, but I slapped them away and licked lips at him.
I bounded around the room, filled with confidence and energy; I was in total control and he gulped as I maintained eye contact with him and moved my hands over my body. I kissed my finger and then openly sucked it, pushing it in and out.
I cocked my waist to one side and then spun around before sitting on his lap, grinding myself into him. He gasped and went to kiss my neck, but I got up before he could and turned to face him. I slowly unbuttoned the top button on my blouse, and then the second, slowly revealing a lacy white bra underneath.I was transfixed, and I had seen Sarah naked or topless so many times, but she was so much more alluring when she was stripping. I made a mental note to thank Abi for teaching Sarah her craft, but Sarah was slowly unbuttoning her top, not rushing for anyone.
The music skipped onto the next track, and I desperately wanted to pull out my manhood and play with myself or get Sarah to do something, but I knew she wanted to build up suspense and tension.
Sarah spun around again and looked behind her, slowly allowing her top to fall from her shoulders. She blew me a kiss as the only thing I could see was her bare arm, but I was going crazy with lustful thoughts. I gulped and called out a compliment, but she ignored me.
Sarah pranced around the room a bit more, her white lacy bra looking delightful on her before she waved her hips in a weird motion. I took some deep breaths and watched as she unzipped her tartan skirt and arched her back, allowing the garment to fall and then puddle by her feet. She stepped out of it elegantly and kicked her shoes across the lounge before smiling at me and putting her left leg on my seat between my legs.
I reached forward to touch her, but she shook her head and slid her hands down her legs, taking her stockings with her. I could see the garter belt and knickers she was wearing, and she smiled at me as I watched her intently.
She draped her first stocking over my shoulder, and then the other stocking was removed in the same way. Her garter belt was placed into my lap, and she smiled at me, dancing a bit more around the room.
I was on edge, I felt a tension in my trousers and simpered as she sat on my lap, ground into my waist and didn't allow me to touch. She got up and put her finger underneath my chin to lift my eye line up from her crotch to her face before she unclipped her bra.
Sarah dangled her bosom in my face and put her hands on the wall behind me as her body swayed to the music and her teenage orbs touched my face.
It felt heavenly, and she pranced over to the edge of the room before coming back and tapping me on the nose. She slid her hands all over her body and watched me intently, maintaining eye contact and made mewing sounds as her hands caressed her body.
She openly fondled herself, and I put my hands in my lap; I wanted to do that to her, or myself, but couldn't. She watched me as her hands slid down her slender body and tucked into her white lacy knickers before smiling at me and pushing them down to her waist. She kicked them onto the chair opposite and licked her lips.
Sarah was happy to sway and move to the song until it finished, clearly enjoying the tension she was creating and desperate lust I was experiencing. She giggled as the music stopped and licked her lips. "So," she asked coyly, "how did I do?"
I grunted and pulled down my trousers, exposing my erect cock. "This well." She laughed and rubbed her nose.
"It is good fun," she told me as I frantically removed my clothes. "And I really enjoyed it. Abi told me so much, and ..."
She stopped as I gave her a naked embrace and cuddled her, before pushing her onto the sofa. She resisted a little but lay down on the floor, and I just mounted her in the missionary position.
She giggled. "You are excited," she told me, but I already knew that. "I am not sure if I should sleep with a punter," Sarah teased, but I lined up my cock at her entrance and pushed forward.
Sarah was not super-wet, but she did not offer much resistance, and I pushed gently into her, causing her to groan. She wrapped her legs around the small of my back, and I began to build up a rhythm; I was extremely aroused and desperate for a release, which I knew would not make me a fantastic lover, but Sarah had me worked up!
I pushed forward and increased my speed. Sarah gasped and smiled, kissing me on the shoulder as I concentrated on ramming my cock into her tight opening.
I needed that release, and I felt tension build at the back of my testicles. I grunted and screwed up my face as my thrusting turned into frantic jack-hammering.
Sarah whimpered, and I knew that she would not orgasm before I did, but it was her fault, and I sniffed before crying out and filling her with my seed. Sarah waited as I finished, and I panted, and then she kissed me on the lips. "It worked then," she teased, and I nodded.
"Yeah," I panted and moved my head back. "Sorry," I muttered. "Sort of didn't ..."
"I'm fine," Sarah told me and giggled. "I came earlier, you didn't."
I got up from the floor and pulled her up, and we walked to the bathroom next to her room. She bathed her genitals liberally, and we kissed as we took it in turns to go to the toilet; it felt weird to be kissing each other on the lavatory, but I was in love with her, more than ever.
In many ways, the day had been the best and worst of my girlfriend - she was fun and sexy but sometimes self-centered and unreasonably demanding. I was happy to enjoy the former but knew that I had to cure her of her materialism if she wasn't going to drive me up the wall!
We settled down in the spare bedroom, and Sarah turned off the lights, kissing me and hugging me. She "allowed" me to caress and cuddle her, before going down on her and probing her G-Spot relentlessly until she had her umpteenth orgasm.
Sarah "demanded" doggy style as she came down from her powerful climax, and I relentlessly pounded my erect cock into her soft folds while using her waist as a pivot and then slapping her rump hard. She gasped with every hit but was reaching underneath herself to touch her clitoris as I pounded my cock into her.
I came for the second time in two hours, and we collapsed on the bed, a mixture of sweat and bodily fluids.
"Love you," I told her, and she kissed me.
"Love you too," she replied and smirked. "And so does every bit of me." I laughed at her, but we had a quick shower and settled down together in each other's arms, exhausted.
I had set my alarm on my phone to wake us at around 8am, and we woke to find our clothes neatly stacked in a pile and a note on the top. "If you must do stripping in the lounge," Sarah read, "clear up after yourself, you brazen hussy!" We both laughed, and I asked for the note to write a response, but I was somewhat grateful when Sarah refused to let me!
I reminded Sarah of her promise - that we would travel to Watford and look in "normal" clothes shops, and she whinged at me, but I was relentless, and a kiss on her downstairs lips soon restored a cooperative girlfriend.
Wendover to Watford is not an easy journey, but there was a bus that went to Aylesbury, and we then caught another one which went via every town, village, hamlet and settlement in two counties before reaching our destination. I was glad that I had awoken Sarah at a reasonable time as it took us until 10:30am to reach the shopping town of Watford, and we disembarked.
I had chosen Watford as it was not resplendent with posh boutiques and fancy little clothes shops, and Sarah was forced to look at more moderate shops.
At first, she whined, and I took her onto a small indoor market that was full of clothes stores. "It's really crap," she moaned and held out a polyester blouse. I conceded with her on this as a woman scowled at us, but held out a white crop-top that looked ideal. She held it in her hands, it was soft, and then held it up to her, before agreeing that it wasn't "bad."
In the end, I persuaded her to let me buy it, and it cost me a grand total of £2.50. We added a pair of slimline skinny jeans from the market and a red jacket from a shop above us before she found a beautiful cocktail dress in a shop closing down.
I treated Sarah to two dresses, three T-shirts, a blouse, two pairs of trousers and a few pairs of knickers, as well as lunch at McDonald's, and totaled it up on my phone. "So, how much?" I asked her, and she licked her lips and then looked at her bulging two bags of clothes.
"Hundred and fifty," she guessed and rubbed the back of my hand. "And thank you, it's really sweet of you but ..."
"Fifty-one," I replied. "Fifty-eight if you include lunch." Sarah scoffed, but I showed her my working. "And this proves that I am right. Have some really expensive clothes for going out, but every day College stuff and cooking and that sort doesn't need to be top-end stuff. And that way your money will go further." She cocked her head and glanced down at her fries.
"Sometimes you can be so sanctimonious," she moaned with an irritated lilt to her voice. We finished our lunch and ambled back to the bus station, passing a pound shop on the way. I darted in to get Sarah her last "present" - a bright red apron - that caused her to laugh, and we kissed at the bus station, on the bus and when I left her house, just as she started hanging her new clothes up in her wardrobe.
"Where do you think you're going?" Rhea was stopped as she was about to leave the house with her claymore and was spotted through the dining room by Mum.
"School," Rhea told her and tried to hide the six-foot sword behind the back of her 5 foot 6 inch frame.
"I don't think so, young lady."
"Excellent," Rhea cried. "I get the day off school." She smiled at Mum, who called my little sister into the dining room and asked her the obvious question. "'Cause I hate Mondays," she said in a deadpan voice. "So what I want to do is to shoot up the entire school, but as you won't let me have a gun, I am stuck with a sword, but I reckon I can kill half-a-dozen teachers before Parent's Evening. OK? Excellent."
"Rhea!" Mum shouted and called my errant sister back to the dining room as she went to leave.
"OK. It's for the school play. Year 11 are doing Camelot, and I mentioned I had a sword." Mum sighed and groaned. "Yes, I know," Rhea said airily. "It's Camelot, set in the West Country, and they want a Scottish claymore. It's 400 miles out, I've said this, but the props team are insistent.""I think they are useless, but what should I say?" Rhea spoke in a silly voice and used dramatic hand movements, which made it clear that she knew she was being awkward.
"Rhea, you are not taking a violent weapon with you to school," she said firmly, and Rhea chuckled.
"Mum, I take a hockey stick every week, and you don't care about that." Her eyes sparkled. "And I reckon I've hit more people with it than hockey balls. Silly sport."
I skipped past Rhea and shouted goodbye from the lounge; I had no wish to see Mum and Rhea row.
Ingrid and I sat down with a coffee each, and Ray joined us for a drink. He asked me if there was any more photographic jobs pending, but apart from a fashion shoot for Olivia's niece, there was nothing on the horizon; his wish for a repeat performance with the mucky girls from Wycombe would go unfulfilled, unless he arranged it himself.
"At least he is happy again," Ingrid whispered in my ear as I watched Rosie's expression from behind us. I never really quite understood why they split up - other than just two people moving apart - but Ray was always a quiet and thoughtful guy getting on with everyone and rarely being at the centre of a big group of people. He seemed to have changed recently to being more outward and chatty, and I wondered what Rosie made of Ray's new-found popularity.
My musings were interrupted by a warm pair of hands enveloping my neck and a warm mouth nibbling at my ear. "Hello sexy," I told her and leant back to kiss my girlfriend.
"Hello gorgeous," she whispered and giggled. "I'm in that mood," she warned, and I turned to see a pair of twinkly eyes. "Careers Library?"
It was a hard life!
Scarlet embraced me as I entered the little café, and I gestured for her to sit down before asking what she wanted to drink; she had sent me a text message (I guessed Abi passed my number onto her), and she had asked to meet me for a drink, which I was only too happy to do.
I returned to the table with a teapot of tea, two scones, and a lemonade, and she sighed. "How am I supposed to drink all that?" I shrugged.
"Said pot of tea, that's what they gave."
"And scones?" She moaned. "I got a figure to maintain. Don't you know the camera adds pounds?"
"Scarlet, you are so thin, does it matter about one scone?" Scarlet gave a snort. "So how did it go? I've not seen you for a month." Scarlet looked up as she poured about a quarter of the tea into a cup before adding milk and nodded, beaming at me.
"Brilliant. My role got bigger, the director added a couple of scenes in. Not sure if it will make the final cut, but it was cool." I looked at her, and she bit her lip. "I was playing a prostitute, so I didn't wear many clothes all week. Well for a fortnight really. Dressing gown or naked. But Ben kept teasing me."
"Ben?"
She looked at me and held her hands out. "Ben Shymansky. You know, the really fit guy who played the Doctor in that wartime film. Nominated for ..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at my blank face, and she shook her head. "You are hopeless," she moaned. "But he kept teasing me. He played the romantic lead, and I was the 'other woman.' And I had a fight at the end."
"So when's it out?"
"It takes months from filming to release."
"So Christmas?"
She shook her head. "Six, nine, sometimes twelve months. Easter maybe. But I got an audition for some telly work next week. And I had one yesterday for a film."
"Playing what?"
"It's a mini-series about a lottery winner, but the film was about parent's swinging, and I would play the girlfriend of the son. It looks so much fun." I looked at her, and she shrugged. "Yeah, there're some nude scenes, but I don't mind them."
"It's good," I told her. "I liked seeing you nude!"
Scarlet blushed a little. "You are sixteen, you like seeing everyone nude."
"That is true," I conceded and watched as she wiped her lips from the cream on the scone. "But you seem well happy." She nodded and went quiet for a moment before telling me that Eddie was distinctly unhappy.
"He keeps thinking I'm going to run off," she admitted as she poured her second cup of tea from the teapot. "But I am not, I keep promising him, but he thinks that I will. And I really missed him. I mean, we might not have been together very long, but I missed him loads and spoke to him on the phone, but he's ... well, he wants me to be something I'm not." She rubbed her nose and took a bite of her scone. "And I don't want to lose him, but he just needs to realise that I really want a proper acting career and I am working hard for it."
I took a deep breath. "That's a shame," I eventually replied. "I mean, Sarah already said she wants to work as a stripper before going to Uni - in the Summer holidays. I am not sure I want her to, but I'll just have to accept it if she does. But she's already got Isobel giving her lessons."
"And what's wrong with stripping?" Scarlet asked with a wry smile. "It's the private dances you should be more worried about!"
"Nothing. Well, I just worry about her at times. When she gets excited, it's like someone has poured Red Bull down her throat. She doesn't have the ability to moderate or take a step back."
"That'll come with maturity," the actress suggested. "Everyone is like that a bit."
"You're not."
"You didn't know me as a sixteen-year-old. Sarah'll be the same, and Isobel said you two were good with each other. And I saw it at her flat." I just looked at her, and she rubbed the back of my hand. "What happened to get you two together?"
I recounted the issue with Kevin, the trip to the Lake District, and then back home while Scarlet just smiled and listened; she was good at that and told me that I had the beginnings of a wonderful relationship, which I already knew. I was somewhat amazed by how many people kept telling me this as if it was something that I needed to be told. Dad, Mum, Angela, Scarlet, and Zoe had all made comments to that order, and both Sarah and I were blissfully happy; we simply didn't need to be told it so often. I also told Scarlet about Dad's driving lessons and my new photographic enterprises, which caused her to bite her lip. "I am not sure your Mum would approve," she told me, and I smiled.
"Of course not," I replied. "Of course, she wouldn't. Which is why I haven't told her." Scarlet laughed as I poured the last cup of tea into her cup.
"I have some pictures of you in my portfolio," I told her. "Gemma made me give her the ones I had of her when she became a teacher. I'd rather not get rid of the ones of you, but if you want them with your new career ... well, I understand."
Scarlet stared into my eyes for a moment and ran her hands through her brunette hair. "It's OK," she told me. "I am not worthy of Hello or OK Magazine just yet. And I trust you."
"OK, cheers. Umm ... well, if you want them," I found myself saying.
"It'll be fine," I was told by the beautiful actress. "If I do make it, then I won't have been the first actress to have done stripping, and at least they are flattering!" I laughed, and we finished our drinks, and Scarlet grunted as we went to leave. "And Scarlet," I called as she hopped. "Your name's not really Scarlet, is it?"
She giggled. "No." She waited for the inevitable question, but it wasn't forthcoming. "But I like it. I've always been fond of it. And you don't know me as what I really am. You know me as Scarlet."
"I sort of do," I agreed. "But I do like the real you. Very much so."
She smiled and looked at the table. "I like you too," she said with a grin and hopped again. "Now I am busting," she moaned, and Scarlet hurried to the lavatory. It was her own fault: she did drink four cups of tea!
Mum opened the door and entered the room wearily; she had a tired, pained look about her as she did after every Parents' Evening - especially those about Rhea.
"Why aren't you in bed?" Rhea snorted and turned back to the television that went off with a jerk of Mum's hand. "And you, Missy ..."
"Oh what?" Rhea asked. "Let me guess, some of the teachers are whinging, whining, moaning little ..."
"Rhea!" Mum snapped and pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket. "I am fed up with going to these and hearing nothing but bad things about you." Rhea shrugged.
"Then don't go. I don't want you to, and you clearly don't get much from it, so don't go. I don't want you to."
"Shut up and listen," Mum barked. "Madame Dupois ..."
"It's French," Rhea wailed. "Who cares about French?"
Mum sucked in air and glared at her daughter. "I got asked why you picked this language as you clearly hate it."
"She is correct, I do hate it. It is a pointless language. It'll be dead soon, and I picked it 'cause I hate the German teachers. And the whole Nazi incident last year ... well ..."
Mum shook her head. "Well, you do it properly. I don't want to hear tales of your writing assignments like you've been writing. And she said you haven't turned up to the detentions she's set."
Rhea sneered. "Oh them."
"Yes them!" Mum gulped. "Mr Rogers, Physics, refuses to do her homework, doesn't turn up and very uncooperative when she does."
"Yeah, but he grassed me up over Nathan. What the fuck did he expect?"
"We both expect you to do your work. You are in school to learn," Mum shouted. "It's not good enough," she cried. "And Art, Mr Miller."
"I didn't set you up an appointment with him," Rhea replied instantly. "You had no business seeing him. I didn't want you to speak to him."
"I wanted to," came the response. "Rhea enjoys controversial pieces was the comment, and I now know about the painting you did of poor Lizzie Harper. What were you thinking?"
"Oh mum, she's just a slut. We had to do something entitled "lips," and everyone thought it was brilliant. Even Mr Miller said it was well done if not a little ..."
"Just grow up!" Mum shouted, a tear falling down her cheek. "You are at school to learn. Just ...""and Miss Reid, your IT teacher called you a nightmare and says you are the most difficult pupil she has ever known."
"She is useless," Rhea told her, and Mum shook her head.
"She is your teacher," she barked. "Show her some respect. And poor Dr Slaloh, what the hell were you thinking of?"
Rhea shrugged. "Yeah, well, I didn't put the pigeon in the room before his lesson, and he can't prove ..." She trailed off as Mum scowled.
"Something about a question you asked."
"Ah, yes! That. Well, it was a perfectly reasonable question. If Jews circumcise babies, then could it be seen as child abuse? I mean, lobbing off little boys' cocks, that ain't right! So, aren't all the Jews sex offenders?"
"He's Jewish," Mum thundered. "How do you think he felt?" Rhea bit her lip, and Mum took a deep breath. "Even the Chemistry lady, Miss... Miss, umm..."
"Frobeyshire."
"Yes, her, said you were silly but clever, and she then said you were her favourite pupil despite setting fire to the gas taps and copper-plating her glasses."
Rhea snorted. "Favourite pupil? I shall have to see about that."
Mum grabbed Rhea by the shoulders and pushed her into the sofa. "Listen to me! Grow up. You stupid, little girl. That's all you are, a little girl. This is your education. You won't get a second chance at it. I had the headteacher tell me that you are going to get yourself expelled, and every teacher complains to her about you. She's had complaints from pupils, parents..."
"Did she give you any names?"
Mum raised her hand and slapped Rhea across the cheek. "Shut up!" Rhea grumbled, and Mum glared at her, tears pouring down her cheek. "This is your education, and I was asked about whether the lack of a father figure in your life was proving detrimental. Your baby behaviour reflects on me." Rhea gulped and went to speak, but Mum continued before she could interrupt. "It stops now. And what's this about the Governors?"
"Oh, Mum. I dealt with it," Rhea told her wearily.
"I know. I heard all about it. Why didn't I know?"
"'Cause I didn't tell you. I don't need you to fight my battles."
Mum seethed for a moment and scowled. "Of all the appointments you made, only Chemistry, Geography and Maths said you would actually do work."
"Mr Hall said I was good," Rhea asked, and a coy smile came over her face. Mum's eyes darted, and Rhea just nodded. "Nothing about a field trip then?"
Mum glared at Rhea for a moment and rubbed her eyes. "I haven't finished with this. You are grounded, and you are definitely not going to the Christmas Party unless I start to see some real evidence of you working at school, young lady. I have been told you are on report, and I've got to go in every single Friday afternoon to check with the headteacher on your behaviour. How does that make me feel?"
Rhea groaned and was sent to bed as she muttered the immortal teenage line, "So unfair."
"And why did you have Mr Russell as the last appointment an hour and a half after the rest?" Rhea fidgeted, and Mum sniffed. "Almost as though you didn't want me to see him."
"I didn't," Rhea snorted. "I was told to make an appointment by him."
"All I got all evening was how difficult and disruptive you are, and then I speak to him."
"Oh, I know," Rhea moaned. "I didn't want you to speak to him. He is just..."
"Very complimentary," Mum interrupted. "Said you were his star pupil."
"He didn't," Rhea cried, her eyes widening. "I am not his star pupil. He can't have said that. That isn't fair. He's just so... annoying!"
Mum sniffed and wiped her eyes. "He did. I heard a lot about your homework," she told her daughter, and Rhea just snorted. "So why can you do it for him and none of the others?"
Rhea gulped. "He told you about that?" Mum nodded, and she gave a coy smile.
"He told me quite a lot about you. And that you are the most interesting of all his pupils. And does her homework."
Rhea's eyes widened, and she clenched her fist. "'Cause... 'cause... 'cause he is so awkward. He..."
"He has the measure of you totally," Mum told her with a faint smile. "So why can't all of your teachers say the same things?"
"'Cause, I hate them, and I hate school," Rhea said firmly. "If I could burn it down, I would, and..."
But Rhea didn't get to finish that sentence as Mum dragged her upstairs for a "damn good hiding."
From my impartial position, it was thoroughly deserved. | null | Chapter VII | Authors/John_D/TXT/New Secrets VII.txt |
85,332 | MoFguy | Ziri and the circles | Ziri shrugged as she hurried along the dark streets of Amputeeton. She was tired, overworked, and stressed out - life was hard on her nowadays. As the only child of a family that had a glorious past, but was steadily declining in recent years, she had to shoulder a lot of responsibilities - she had her job cut out for her, a bigger chunk than she could handle.
She was tall, measuring almost 190 centimeters (6'3"), and her usual high heels made her appear even taller. She liked the attention and the presence of authority they gave her, so she wore them constantly.
Her hair was auburn and straight, in a braid that reached her waist. It was in a complex waterfall-braid style - since she was from a noble family, she wanted to emphasize her family's wealth, even though it was practically non-existent at this point. Appearances mattered a lot in Amputeeton.
She used to have trouble with weight, but her current busy lifestyle made it easy for her to slim down. Luckily, she retained most of the fat in her boobs, measuring a decently sized C cup. She wore a long black dress that accentuated her slim figure, emphasized further with a wide leather belt. Her long legs were showing through the slits as she hurried along the dark, stony streets.
It was always dark in Amputeeton. Being underground, the only light sources on the streets were the torches and the enchanted crystals that emitted light if anyone went near them. The whole city was hidden in the mountains, its streets, squares, and houses carved out of the very stone that served them as a home. It used to be different from this, history told - the city was just like any other back in the day, proudly in daylight, above the ground, but its differences from the rival cities slowly forced it underground, hidden from view.
Ziri was not bothered by this, however. She grew up on these dark corridors, the first time she saw the Sun was when she reached her 10th year. What bothered her was the reason of the city's exile underground: the ignorance and the unacceptance of the nearby cities.
Amputeeton was a city with a very strict caste system. Other ignorant cities labeled it slavery, even though it was only similar in some aspects. Sure, the lower class did not necessarily have any freedom, but they were still treated like feeling, living beings. The slaves even had the opportunity to regain their freedom sometimes, although it was really rare. On top of that, any cruel higher-class citizen was punished if he or she did not respect the wellbeing of their underlings. All in all, they had a good life - revolts were extremely rare, the last one was a couple hundred years ago.
Ziri only had one of those underlings, the very maid that had a big part in raising her. When she moved away from her parents to focus on her studies, they could only spare a single slave, so she has chosen the one she loved the most.
Her studies were two-fold: she was an official envoy of the city, well-versed in the different cultures and histories of the outside land. Her other, much more difficult task was the study to become a Master, the most prestigious profession there is.
Masters had to solve multiple problems, sometimes really difficult ones - the official motto was, "There is no impossible."
Ziri did not reach the higher ranks of Masters yet, but she had no trouble solving easy tasks - armlessness or legnessness was common in Amputeeton, and she already had practice in making those modifications.
The common way to remove body parts from a person was to put a flexible piece of enchanted material on the "cut line", then perform the ritual - basically a spell. These enchanted materials were always circle-shaped, hence their official name, Circles. Of course, there was more than that to the procedure - the limb could be simply detached, or it could be vanished from existence for a while. The key to reassemble was to keep the Circles safe, because if they got damaged or destroyed, the modifications they caused were made permanent.
Ziri's musings ended when she reached her small home. Upon entering, she was greeted by her only faithful slave, Mylene the Maid. She was older than Ziri - Ziri being 25, her maid 35 - but she looked as sexy as ever in her standard maid uniform. Ziri smiled as she watched her, her slim figure emphasized by her currently armless shoulders, bust-lifting corset, and short, leg-revealing maid-skirt. Before leaving, Ziri left Mylene in an armless state, to make cleaning an extra challenge for the experienced slave.
"Hello, Mylene. I hope your day was well spent and productive. I need you to wash me, and since I am tired as hell, to make it quicker, I will restore your arms for a bit."
With that, she produced the two Circles that were responsible for vanishing Mylene's arms for the day. Ziri always carried those - not that her slave would be able to restore them without proper knowledge, but the thought of leaving her at home armless while carrying the only way to restore them was really arousing. Ziri was not cruel, but she sure as hell liked to dominate people.
After fixing the Circles to each corresponding arm stump, Ziri cast the restoration-spell, watching as they slowly emerged into existence. She let her slave adjust to the feeling of having arms for a bit, while she stripped out of her boots and clothes, the warm inner-mountain air feeling good on her naked body.
"The bath now, please. And bring my nightgown set."
Ziri usually let Mylene wash her while being armless, but she was tired today, and wanted to be done as fast as possible. She climbed into the hot bathtub, letting her daily problems slip away while she relaxed. She only realized Mylene returned when she felt her hairdo come undone.
With speed and precision, the slave undid every knot in her mistress's hair, then started applying soap to Ziri's white skin. She is happy to have her arms back for a while, Ziri mused - she left her slave armless more often than not, imagining her struggling with mundane tasks all day, not even able to relieve her sexual frustration without her hands.
Mylene was horny as hell, but she knew that her mistress's needs were above hers. She applied generous amounts of soap to every inch of her mistress's body, including her erogenous zones - she knew Ziri would not mind.
When done, Ziri put on her pink panties and nightgown set - it was way different from her usual domineering style of clothing, but she loved to feel like a pampered girl at home. The gown was see-through, and even though only she and Mylene would be able to see her goods tonight, it just felt good to wear kinky clothing like that. The frilly panties were snug against her recently cleaned pussy lips, and she knew she would be soaking through them soon. When she assumed that her slave was done cleaning herself, she called her.
"I would like a body-pillow for tonight, as usual. I hope you don't mind, Mylene. Just lay on the bed, face up."
Mylene did mind, mostly because there was a good chance she would not reach orgasm today, but she knew better than to talk. Ziri applied two Circles to each of her shoulders, as close to her ribcage as possible, then two additional to her legs, right below her buttocks, then started chanting. Mylene felt the feelings in her limbs slowly fade away, which emphasized her sense of touch on her remaining body parts.
She suddenly felt the cool texture of the sheets below her back and buttocks, each change of the slightly clammy current of air, each drop of juice that was dripping from her shaved pussy... and there was nothing she could do about it.
Ziri put out most of the torches, then sat down next to her. Her body felt hot on Mylene's skin, and the slave knew her work was not done for today. Not yet.
"I am so horny I could explode. I require your oral services. If you can reach my pussy without help, I will reward you with an orgasm."
And with that, she turned the surprised Mylene over onto her chest, lay next to her, opened her legs, and started rubbing herself. Mylene knew her mistress often overdid it, and reached an orgasm without her help - and that would mean an orgasmless night for herself.
Propped on her stomach changed many things - it meant she might be able to reach orgasm even without her mistress's help. Her large, D cup breasts flattened slightly by her own weight, her large, sensitive nipples scraping against the sheets, her pussy pressured slightly by the mattress underneath when she pulled her hips back in... But she knew better than that. Mistress was first.
She had a hard time moving. Obviously, quads were not really meant to move, but her mistress loved teasing her like that. She pulled her hips in, "anchored" herself as well as she could, then straightened her upper body. Her boobs were a major hindrance - they were heavy, they got in the way as she slid herself forward ever so slightly, and provided a distracting stimulating feeling. Nevertheless, she slowly and steadily moved ahead, her progress marked by wet patches on the sheets where her pussy was just anchored.Meanwhile, Ziri was watching her, her arousal growing as she watched her sexy slave inch herself closer and closer to her pussy, using almost every available muscle in her tiny body to propel herself forward. Mylene, instead of going around her mistress's legs, decided to go over them, hooking herself onto the shin first with her chin, then with her heavy bosom. When she was over her mistress's leg, she took a short break, catching her breath - moving like this was hard work. Her pussy rested exactly on her mistress's shin, releasing even more than the usual amount of cunt-juice.
Ziri did not wait any longer, too impatient to wait for her slave to turn the 90 degrees she still needed to reach her destination. She grabbed her slave on her ribcage, her fingers sinking into the softly protruding sideboobs, pulled her to her crotch, then lay down again.
Mylene was experienced in giving oral services, and even though she was not really able to adjust her position, she knew her mistress did not need much more to reach her peak. Propped up by her boobs, her mouth was at a perfect height to give a few kisses to her mistress's outer labia. Her tongue came next, easily reaching inside Ziri's wet hole, savoring the taste of the female sap.
This was exactly the stimulation that Ziri needed - she kept her right hand on her clit, while her left hand pushed her slave's head deep onto her pussy as she reached a shrieking orgasm, her legs clamping together, constricting the small body between them even more.
After cooling down, Ziri grabbed her cunt-soaked slave, turned her tits-up, and pulled her up to her head. Mylene's body was soft to the touch as Ziri started properly fondling her. The slave could do nothing but watch as her mistress kneaded, rubbed and massaged her boobs, occasionally pinching the nipples. When she decided that her slave was teased enough, she put one finger in each of her slave's holes, the soft tissues easily giving way to her demanding fingers. Mylene did not last long either, her orgasm much more quiet than her mistress - only soft mewls left her mouth.
After their lovemaking, Ziri put out the last remaining torch with a quick spell, too tired to get up, then made herself comfortable, her head resting cozily on the soft boobs of her part-time pillow slave.
"I hope you are comfortable, my slave. I sure am." | null | 1 - introduction | Authors/MoFguy/Ziri and the circles/Ziri and the circles1 - introduction.txt |
85,380 | null | Home Improv/3rd Rock 4 | Zack looked on in anticipation as Joey crawled over to where he was sitting. Meanwhile, Jon's cock had grown to an almost painful erection due to the excitement of Joey's orgasm, and he needed release, so he walked over to where Zack was sitting and argued who would get Joey.
Joey saw the fight and jumped in to calm them down.
"Boys! I can do both of you at the same time!"
When he heard this, Jon eagerly pulled out his hard cock and waited for Joey to begin. True to his word, Joey took Jon's dick in his mouth and started sucking it with long, slow strokes, while jacking off Zack with the same long, slow motion. With the teasing of Joey's soft hands and warm, wet mouth, he soon had Jon and Zack moaning in pleasure at the sweet torture they were enduring. It soon became a contest to see who could hold out longer between the two boys, and Joey made it harder by increasing the tempo of his pleasuring and using his thumb to rub Zack's cock head and slit softly, while teasing Jon's with the tip of his tongue. It soon became obvious who would win, as Jon began involuntarily thrusting into Joey's mouth.
"I can't...I'm gonna..." Jon started moaning.
Jon's resistance finally broke as his young body tensed, and he shut his eyes tightly, and then an involuntary yelp flew past his lips, and he shook as cum squirted fiercely out of the tip of his cock, and he kept thrusting hard to prolong his pleasure throes, and Joey, not wanting to disappoint, sucked even harder, getting every last drop of cum out of his cock, and making JTT squirm with ecstasy.
Zack felt the triumph of beating his friend in this contest, but soon the manual stimulation became too much for him, as his pre-cum lubricated cock head flew effortlessly past Joey's clenched fist, he could feel his orgasm building. Zack thrusted forward hard as it hit him, and cum blasted out of his cock and hit Joey and Jon, while some flew across the room and landed on the carpet and wall. Stream after stream flew out, and he kept thrusting until he had come down from his powerful cum. He felt tired and spent, but looking up and seeing Joey's handsome face and gorgeous long black hair matted with his cum, made his cock wake up and begin to get hard again. Jon looked down on his friend, with Zack's cum dripping off his face and short blond hair, and he could feel the arousal begin again. They would continue to do this every day, each other's special friend. And they all lived happily ever after....
THE END....Well, there might be more with a similar theme, but this is it for the series.
Remember: Sexual contact of any kind carries risks to it..Be Careful! | null | Joey plays with Zack and Jon | Authors/Bryant's_Book/Hi9.txt |
85,389 | null | Home Improvement 3 | Zack sat down on the bed where Jon had sat and removed his clothes. He was eager with anticipation, and his cock was already rock hard. Jon kneeled in front of Zack and looked up at him. "Just do what I did to you," Zack responded to Jon's unasked question. Jon's dick ached from a few minutes ago, but he could already feel it getting hard again. He used his renewing horniness to dive full throttle on Zack's cock.
He sucked it up and down and ran his tongue over the slit, just like Zack had done to him. Zack soon started breathing heavily and moaning just like he had. Jon could feel his cock getting hard again, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so while he sucked Zack's cock, he jerked off with his free hand. Zack was moaning in ecstasy in seconds, and Jon knew that it wouldn't be long before Zack had his orgasm. At the same time, Jon was furiously pumping his still wet dick, and he was pretty close to his second orgasm. He sucked furiously on Zack's dick, and after a few moments, Zack yelled, "Oh God...I'm CUMMING!" and he spurted stream after stream of hot cum into Jonathan's mouth while hollering as waves of pleasure washed over Zack's body.
This set off Jon, and Zack's cum dripped out of his mouth as he moaned in pleasure and shook with each wave of his second orgasm of the night, and he spurted more of his juice all over the carpet below him, then collapsed next to the puddle and moaned. Zack was lying back on the bed sweating like crazy with his cock still dripping, while Jon was still recovering from his own orgasm. Zack sat up slowly and turned his head towards Jon, and smiled when he saw the puddle on the carpet. "Twice in five minutes...You have SOME stamina!" Jon smiled at the joke and said breathlessly, "Great evening so far! If I don't get some sleep though, I won't have the energy to get up tomorrow for the show taping!" Zack stood up and started getting dressed again.
"This doesn't make us gay or anything, does it?" Jon asked. "Of course not!" Zack responded, "it's only logical that who better to know what makes you feel good than another guy. I'd be willing to do it again sometime!" Jon looked down at his sticky cock and said, "Let me have a chance to recover. After tonight, I don't think I'll be horny for a while!" Zack got up and said, "You'd be surprised the stamina in a man's body!" then he left the room, leaving Jon cleaning up the carpet and thinking, once more, about Michelle. "I wonder what would happen if me and Michelle..." He stopped that thought, and, once the carpet was clean, he put back on his underwear and went back to bed, still with the taste of Zachary's cum in his mouth. He quickly fell asleep and started dreaming about tomorrow...
Continued in Part 4...
Remember: You CAN catch STD's from oral sex, so always play it safe and make sure you and your partner are clean before engaging in anything of a sexual nature. | null | Story - Home Improvement 3 | Authors/Bryant's_Book/Hi3.txt |
85,951 | JTCIII | Zatanna: Hex Appeal | Zatanna: Hex Appeal
13 weeks.
That's how long, appropriately enough, Zatanna had been seeing Dr. Terry Thirteen for. It was a relationship that had by all rights taken her completely by surprise. If Zatanna were to picture her perfect man, she had to admit to herself that Terry wouldn't be the first guy -- or even the thirteenth guy -- who would leap to mind. It's not that he was unattractive...quite the opposite, in fact. She liked the whole geek chic thing he had going on, and his body was certainly nothing to sneeze at.
But his skepticism in regard to the supernatural was something that Zatanna was quickly growing to find completely infuriating. No matter how much evidence she showed him of the occult, he always found some way to rationalize it. It might have been cute to start with, in an "opposites attract" kind of way, but now she was just starting to find it exasperating.
As obstinately narrow-minded as he may be, however, he was still a good guy, and Zatanna felt like she owed him a chance. So when he'd asked her along to his book launch in Gotham City, she had of course accepted. She had even resolved to help get him some free publicity by showing up in full costume -- her high heels, fishnet stockings, bustier, tuxedo jacket and top hat.
There was a throng of journalists milling about the entrance as Zatanna showed up, all hurling questions about rumors of her falling out with the Justice League and what she intended to do now. She'd politely offered "No comment" as she'd hurried inside.
But it was no different in there. Every guest wanted to ask her about Batman, or Black Canary, or if she'd be interested in performing at their kid's birthday party. Some were even asking her to sign copies of Terry's book, while completely ignoring the author himself standing next to her.
"I'm so sorry about this," she said after they'd managed to find a quiet corner.
"Don't be," he said with a smile. "We've sold out of every copy."
She laughed, a little surprised at how much of a comfort he was in the midst of all this chaos.
After Terry gave his speech and they'd both taken advantage of the open bar, she offered to split a cab with him back to her place. He'd agreed, of course, but when they'd been dropped off at a vacant lot on the outskirts of the city, he'd been more than a little confused.
"Uh...Zee? You don't live in a tent or something, do you?
"On the contrary," she replied with a smirk and a tip of the hat, before turning to face the rambling estate in front of her. "Raeppa tsercwodas!"
In a whirlwind of sound and fury, a vast mansion came to fill the vacant space, its towering peaks rippling as it unsheathed itself from the parallel dimension it had been occupying until now.
"Wow!" Terry exclaimed, and for a moment Zatanna thought she'd finally convinced him of the existence of magic. "Hologram, right? Or some kind of high-tech, JLA-issue teleportation device?"
Zatanna let out a frustrated sigh.
"Come in," she said, walking him down to the ornate front door.
"This is my place -- Shadowcrest, it's called," she unlocked the door and commanded the lights on. They were standing in a huge receiving room, a chandelier hanging over a curving staircase.
"It's funny, it's been three months now and this is the first time I've seen your place," Terry said from behind her. She felt his arms snake around her waist, his chest against her back and, more importantly, his crotch against her ass. She could tell already that he was aroused.
"Shadowcrest is a very...private place," Zatanna said as she felt Terry's lips on her neck, his hands roaming her body. "I only let in people I trust."
"I'm honored," he said, his kisses growing longer, his lips parting slightly.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. She could really feel the champagne she'd had earlier taking full effect. Slowly, he moved her around so that she was facing him, allowing him to brush his lips with hers, inviting her into a kiss.
One kiss led to another, the passion growing, their tongues playing against one another. All the while, Terry's hands continued to explore the curves of Zatanna's body, so frustratingly hidden away by her clothes.
The heat behind their kisses grew stronger and stronger, until it was painfully apparent that a change in venue was imminently needed. They wasted no more time, Zatanna leading the way as, kissing and groping all the while, they stumbled into the room that Zatanna called Shadowcrest's "comfort chamber" -- a small haven dedicated to relaxation, decorated with nothing but soft rugs, candles, and hundreds of harem pillows.
As far as lovers went, Terry was by no means incompetent. Zatanna always enjoyed her time with him, though whatever pleasure he offered her was always of the more earthly variety. She had tried to tutor him in the ways of tantra, much as she had explored with Constantine, but he hadn't really shown that much interest.
She'd attempted to outline the mystic symbolism of the cup and the wand, and how everything they did as a part of sex had greater, universal meaning. The attention Terry paid came across as simple humoring.
Zatanna had been left with no choice but to just accept him and his view of sex for what it was. If he wasn't going to journey with her to realms of other-dimensional pleasure and higher planes of understanding, the least she could get out of him was a damn good fucking.
With the couple having retired to the comfort chamber, Terry seized the chance to quickly pop open each button that lined Zatanna's corset, her large, firm breasts spilling out. He groaned at the sight of them, lowering his head to offer his mouth to them, peppering her with kisses and licking at her nipples.
Zatanna tilted her head back once more, granting him full access, but even as she did she couldn't help but reflect on how unlikely it was that he'd remove much more of her clothing than this. So few men ever did. They always liked her outfit too much.
She felt his hand on her crotch, causing her to cry out in surprise and then coo in pleasure. The warmth of her arousal radiated through the material of her panties, and she knew that there was at least one more piece of clothing she was set to lose.
But not yet.
Slowly, Terry slid his hand inside the tight restraint of her underwear, his fingertips drifting along the soft outer folds of her pussy. Zatanna groaned at his touch, her thighs shifting apart to accommodate him. She shuddered as she felt him part her outer folds to trace the hot moisture he found within.
"Oh, Zee..." he whispered. "You're so wet."
"Inside me," she replied breathlessly. "I want your fingers inside me."
He smiled as he decided to tease her instead, continuing to slide his fingers up and down the length of her, softly flicking her clitoris.
"Oh fuck!" She moaned, her muscles coiling at the sensation. She bit her lip, desperate for more, which he soon indulged her in by pushing two of his fingers deep into her tight, wet softness. "Yes!"
As he started to push his fingers in and out of her, coating them in her juices, his thumb sought out her clit. He brushed it lightly before coming to rub it in circles, his fore and middle fingers pumping her the entire time. She could feel her desire welling inside her, and almost without thinking a spell jumped from her lips.
"Trihs ylf nepo!"
Terry's shirt magically blew open, leaving Zatanna free to kiss and nuzzle his bare chest while the sounds of his fingers squishing in her cunt came to fill the room. As if sensing how close Zatanna was getting, Terry threw her for a sudden surprise by pushing her back down against the pillows and tugging her panties off.
She cooed again as his hands found her inner thighs, pulling apart her pussy and her ass cheeks so she was left splayed open, exposed. He smiled at her, before lowering his head to her lap and with one long, firm stroke licked her from the puckered rosebud of her asshole to the tingling tip of her clitoris.
"Unh!" She cried out, before sliding into a velvety moan. "Ohhhh fuuuck."
He took another lick of her, and then another. His tongue pressed into her parted pussylips, slipping inside her deeper and deeper. Zatanna's head swam in waves of ecstasy as Terry's lapping tongue was joined by his pulsating, drilling fingers.
She could already feel the familiar warmth of orgasm spreading over her, running through her, and as it drew closer she didn't fight it. Instead, she dug her fingers into the pillows beneath her, her curled toes dragging along the rug. She coiled tight, and then exploded.
"Oooohhhhhhhh my Goddddd!" She practically screamed in delight. "I'm cumming! I'm fucking cummmmmmingggggggaaaaaahhhhhh!Zatanna lurched, again and again, as wave after wave of bliss rocked her body.
Terry's chin was soon dripping with the evidence of her passion. He looked up at her with a proud little smile on his face. But Zatanna wasn't finished yet.
"Stnap ffo!" She commanded, Terry's pants whipping away with a trail of magic sparkles following in their wake.
"One of these days I'm going to work out how you do those tricks," he said to her as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
"I'm tired of teasing," she replied, sidestepping their endless debate about the reality of magic. "I want you to shut up and fuck my brains out."
She wrapped her stockinged legs around his waist, hoisting him tantalizingly close to her steaming cunt. His member, still trapped by the confinement of his underwear, pressed up against her. He only grinned in response to her, dutifully following her command by quickly stripping off his underpants and positioning the throbbing head of his shaft at her slippery entrance.
Terry wasted no time with ceremony. He slid into Zatanna's wet pussy with one firm, deep push. They both groaned and gasped as he delved deeper and deeper inside her, finally coming to rest at the hilt of his cock. She could feel his pubic hair tickling her stretched pussy lips, his tight balls resting against the thin wall between her vagina and her anus.
"Oh, Jesus! Zee! You're so fucking tight!" He exclaimed, the full weight of his chest pressing down on her. She scratched her nails through his hair and leaned up to suck his lip. He pulled up and out of her, only the tip of his cock left inside her, before he pushed down again, sliding all the way inside.
With each repetition, his actions grew faster, harder, more desperate, until finally he was pumping in and out of her, the head of his cock rasping against the folds of her pussy. Zatanna could feel herself building up to cum again, but she didn't want it to happen again so soon. She wanted it to be more intense this time...and she knew exactly how to do that.
She placed a soft hand against Terry's firm chest and looked up at him with smoldering eyes. He practically froze in place, without any hint of magic being used. He looked down at her, puzzled.
"I want you..." she said in a hushed, seductive tone. "...to fuck me in the ass."
This was something that Zatanna had of course done before, but until now not with Terry. She almost laughed at the speed of his assent. He pulled himself out of her, his cock's strained helmet exiting with a popping sound.
Zatanna cast him a raised eyebrow and a knowing smirk as she started to work the juices of their combined pleasure between her fingers, massaging her now pulsating cunt. Terry greedily watched her, distracted only for a moment by the sight of the dusky, hardened nipples adorning her full, perfect breasts.
When he returned his gaze to her crotch and her ministrations there, he found her three knuckles deep inside her own pussy. Zatanna closed her eyes and bit her lip, removing her fingers from her vagina to Terry's obvious disappointment, only to run them down to her asshole, rubbing her fluids into her small, pink hole in order to lubricate it.
She breathed out soft little moans as she slid her middle finger inside her ass, lost in the feelings she was offering herself. She was brought back to reality, however, by the feel of Terry's breath on her neck, his lips on her throat, as he gently coaxed her into turning around, positioning her on her hands and knees.
Terry took full advantage of the natural lube that Zatanna had worked into her little hole. Positioning himself against her, he pushed in slowly, sliding bit by tiny bit into Zatanna's ass. Whatever moans she had offered before were positively dwarfed now by the cries of pleasure that escaped her as every smooth inch of Terry's cock came to rest inside her.
"That's it, Terry! Fuck me! Fuck me in my ass!" She panted. For his part, Terry remained quietly stoic, concentrating too much to allow himself to fully surrender to the sensation of being so deep inside the beautiful, raven-haired magician.
Zatanna couldn't help herself. Her hand once again found her pussy, and she quickly began to frig her clit. Terry was a good guy, but at the moment he was just being too damn gentle! She pushed back against him eagerly, needing more of him, needing it harder, faster, now!
He soon got the idea and began to saw back and forth, the front of his thighs slapping against her fishnet stockings.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" Zatanna cried. She pushed back harder and harder, surprising Terry when she suddenly stopped, dropping forward and pushing her ass higher into the air. This small change in position allowed Zatanna to flick her wand free from its hiding place up her sleeve. She gave it a quick kiss, murmuring.
"My trusty old friend," before adding, "Ndaw etarbiv!"
The wand sprang to life in her hand, the sound of vibrations coming to mingle with the slaps and squelches of their union.
She quickly offered the vibrating wand to her pussy, grinding it against her clit with such acute precision that it sent a strong, instantaneous shudder rippling through her entire body. It caused her ass to clench down around Terry's cock, compelling them both to cry out.
Zatanna drove the wand against her clit until it felt like she was going to explode, and then she flicked it up, sliding it deep and fast into her dripping pussy.
"Unh! Unh! Aah! Ooohhhhhhh!" She screamed, pushing the wand further into her cunt. All the while, Terry refused to let up in his thrusting. He was now pounding against Zatanna's ass, causing her cheeks to ripple with each plunge of his cock. His hands came up to grab her tits, squeezing the soft flesh, her nipples hard against his palms.
"Oh fffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Zatanna cried out, the wand vibrating as mercilessly as Terry was in fucking her. "I'm going to----!----to!"
The lights in the room began to burn hot, then flickered, as Zatanna screamed through clenched teeth. Her pussy swelled around her wand as every muscle in her body went rigid.
"----cccuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm!"
It was as if the room was hit by a lightning strike as Zatanna erupted. The lights blazed off and on, the fireplace on the other side of the room roared to sudden life.
Zatanna's breath exploded from her thick and ragged as every ounce of her being luxuriated in the sparkling sensation of utter, physical joy.
If Terry noticed any of the unusual phenomena happening all around him, he gave no sign of it. Instead, with his brow creased and dripping with sweat, he focused solely on the ripe, firm flesh beneath him, and the sense of imminent release that hovered in front of him.
"Oh, God, Zatanna!" He said, the feeling of every inch of his lover's body quivering beneath him proving too much. "I'm...I'm going to cum too!"
"In my mouth!" She cried, not missing a beat. "Cum in my mouth!"
In one swift motion, Terry pulled out of Zatanna's ass to offer his cock to her, while she in turn swung around, her lips parting. She grabbed his hard shaft and pumped one, two, three times as her mouth found his engorged helmet. She could already taste the bitter tang of his pre-cum. She squeezed him hard, milking him, as he started to shoot his hot load inside her mouth.
"Oh sssshhhhhhhhit!" He grunted as Zatanna moaned around his cock, her throat glugging as she swallowed every drop of his cum, his elixir of life. It was salty and thick, and with the right amount running through her system Zatanna knew at least half a dozen rituals she could perform after he left.
"Oh God...oh God..." Terry murmured, his shaft still throbbing in Zatanna's mouth and in her hand as she milked him for all she could. Finally, her mouth slackened, leaving him to fall away from her, landing in the harem pillows.
Her lips and chin were left coated in a mixture of her saliva and his semen. She used her fingertips to clean herself up, running her tongue over the liquid she collected as she wiped herself off. She found a few spare drops that had splattered on her breasts, which she quickly dabbed up, offered to her lips and murmured,
"Mmmm, Terry...that was exactly what I needed. Was it..."
Her thought was left broken at the sight of him sprawled out naked on the pillows, snoring.
"...Good for you too?" Zatanna sighed. She prodded him, but all he did was stir before rolling over, his back to her.
Zatanna quickly gave up the idea of any kind of pillow talk and elected instead to go for a shower. As she lathered herself up under the warm jets of water, she wondered to herself exactly what the hell she was doing. She could rationalize it all she wanted, but the fact of the matter was that she and Terry were just incompatible. She was wasting her time.
She dried off with another quick spell and, after pulling a robe around herself, walked out to the comfort chamber, fully resolved to wake him up and dump him there and then. But instead, she found him already up and fully dressed.
"Ah, there you are," he said. "I'm sorry, Zee, I have to get going. The babysitter will be having a fit wondering where I am. I've already called a cab."
"Oh...uh...yeah, okay," she said, caught off-guard.
She walked him to the front door, where he stopped to talk to her.
"I had an incredible night," he said, kissing her gently.
"Yeah..." she replied. "...Me too."
"We're still on for Friday, right?"
"Huh?" Zatanna replied, confused.
"The séance thing, or whatever it is, at your friend's place?"
"Oh, right! Of course, yeah." Zatanna had completely forgotten. She'd agreed to take Terry along to a ritual at Winter's mansion.It had been at the height of her campaign to prove the existence of magic to Terry.
"I'm looking forward to it," Terry said. "Though I still say it's all stage tricks."
"You'll see. You'll be eating your words in three days' time."
"Sure I will, Zatanna, sure I will." He said in a voice that was meant to be humorously mocking but just came across hopelessly patronizing. There was a honk from outside. The cab was waiting.
They shared a final goodnight kiss, and he was on his way. Zatanna stood watching him leave for a moment before closing the door behind her.
All these years and still no closer to finding the man of her dreams. Walking into her private office, she pulled the robe off and put on a pair of spare stockings. It was a lucky thing Terry had reminded her about the ritual that was coming up. She'd meant to purify herself in preparation for it earlier in the evening, but had obviously been completely sidetracked.
As she sat down on the carpet to begin the meditative practices necessary, her mind wandered once more to Terry. With his semen still in her belly, it occurred to her that, should she select the right purification trance, she could be shown a vision of her perfect man.
No, she sighed. That kind of magic was always too risky.
Or was it?
One thing was certain, however. A 14th week with Dr. Thirteen was completely out of the cards. No matter how good the sex may be. | null | null | Authors/JTCIII/zatanna-hex-appeal.txt |
90,172 | null | Annihilation Part 3 | Zharia was hanging out with her homegirls whom she had been hanging with since almost the beginning. They didn't really care that she was out fart torturing other girls that messed with her or annoyed her; they even kind of encouraged it.
"Zharia, you may be one gassy girl, but according to this article I read, Nicki Minaj let out a 45-second fart once!" Diamond said. "45 seconds? I love Nicki Minaj, and I think that's very impressive," Zharia replied, scratching her head. "We're not even sure if it's real or not because allegedly her friend caught it on video because she was disgusted and put it on YouTube. It's not even on YouTube, and I don't think it ever was," Deja investigated. "Well, I mean, it might not be true, but if it is, I'm sure Zharia can rip a longer one," Diamond claimed. "45 seconds is a while, but if I can eat a lot and just hold in all my gas, I could possibly pull it off!" Zharia thought out loud. "Just don't let me near you, hahaha!" Diamond laughed. "This is a hypothesis we must test!" Courtney said as she slapped Zharia's fine and fat behind that was tight in her jeans. Her ass was very flat compared to Zharia's, and Diamond's was close to being the size of Zharia's. "And to make it more fun, we must get Breanna and another very unlucky chick at the high school!" Zharia added as this evil plan was being thought out slowly. "Surprise me. Just bring Breanna to me by the end of school tomorrow; I'm staying home. I have to eat as much as I can - all those foods that you know make me extremely gassy. Boy, Breanna survived last time, but I'm not sure about this time. Or the surprise girl either," Zharia said. "We got your back always, Zharia. Everyone knows we're the strongest clique of seniors at DelpWood High!" Diamond was all hyped. "I'll even bring you back the school pinto beans; I remember that night you had gas explosions," Deja said as they left out. It was almost 11 pm. Zharia went to bed and slept at peace.
It was experiment day for the black chicks as Zharia stayed at home munching on anything she could after her parents left to prepare to shock her friends and herself. Meanwhile, Deja, Courtney, and Diamond chose wisely on who the second victim would be. They had a few thoughts on Kasey, but they figured the leader, Zharia, wanted a fresh face. "This shit gotta be real good 'cause I'ma be farting as much as I can on whoever we pick too!" Diamond ordered. Finally, after a lot of thinking during lunch, they decided to go with Gwendy, who was a blonde girl who really thought she was the shit because she was one of the few white girls who actually had an ass at the school. So she was cocky and disrespectful, and the girls didn't like her. "Yes! She'll be perfect! She always wants to catch an attitude with somebody, but she gon' learn today!" Diamond vowed. "Fuck, I'd better go buy those beans for Zharia; those should be the finishing touch to a perfect torture!" Deja speed-walked back to the cafeteria. "Yeah, that's definitely the final ingredient for Zharia. Just being in a room with her after she eats that is horrible!" Courtney cried, going back to the time. "I can imagine Zharia will be very excited about our choice!" Diamond said proudly.
Around 2 o'clock, school was out, and the team's first target was Gwendy. Luckily, they found her staying after for softball practice, and they were able to together restrain and capture her, putting Zharia's new acquired slave in Courtney's trunk. Now they had to get Breanna just like Zharia had ordered. They were able to catch her before she got into her car and drove off. "Hey, Breanna, remember us?" Diamond said, smiling. "Yes. Where's the main bitch of your little gang, and what the fuck do you want?" Breanna said very sassy. "I'm not even gon' lie, Zharia wants to see you; there's no backing out either. You must see her unless you wanna get fucked up," Diamond said. "What? Hell no! So I can get set up and farted all over again? Fuck you, and have a nice day, bitches!" Breanna flipped them off and got into her car, but they all ganged up on her and restrained her, putting her in the backseat of Courtney's car. "Breanna, I see you haven't learned your lesson from the last punishment you received, but Zharia promised you would really get it this time in her experiment!" Diamond yelled. "I have! I just don't want to go through this shit again! I don't see how you guys get away with this sick shit, after Zharia did that I called the police!" "Listen, Breanna, you should know by now that we are untouchable, and nobody fucks with us! We have a lot of other chicks by our side; ain't no cops gonna do shit in a town like this! You just keep your mouth shut!" Deja informed. "What kind of experiment is Zharia gonna do?" Breanna asked. "Well, if ya really wanna know, she's going to test how long she can make her farts, so pretty much all day she's been preparing so she can be at her gassiest!"
Zharia had just finished eating enchiladas and a dessert full of ice cream and cake. She opened the door, and they brought in both girls. "Have them on the couch. Deja, you got those pinto beans?" "You bet your big fat black ass I do!" they all laughed as Zharia looked in the container and saw there was a whole lot in there. "Whoa. It's already hard enough to hold my farts in, but after I eat this shit, I know I'll blow!" Zharia said as she began to dig in. "Luckily, Deja packed us with dentist masks so we don't have to smell that funk! What a fuckin' lifesaver she is!" Courtney yelled all thankfully. "And that's just the beginning, ladies. I planned ahead big time and have provided both of our unlucky bitches with oxygen masks so they won't pass out, but they will be forced to smell all my gas and stay awake until I've run out! And believe me, I am gassed up!" Zharia said as she still ate the beans.
"Ooh! Zharia! I feel a fart coming; can I let it fly on Gwendy's face?" Diamond asked, already squatting over her face as Deja held Gwendy's head. "Sure, why not let it fly!" *ROMPHOPOPOPOOPTT!* It was very bubbly as it went up Gwendy's nose, burning through the jeans crack of the thick ebony beauty. Zharia bent over to Breanna's level and burped right in her face. Breanna was forced to smell the nasty burp breath due to being tape-gagged like Gwendy was also. It stunk so bad for Breanna, and she screamed as much as she could. Gwendy then received one so that she could also experience the beginning of torture. "Damn, girl, that was loud as fuck!" Courtney yelled as they began to put their dentist masks on.Zharia insisted as she got ready, spreading her cheeks apart even more to make sure Breanna could really breathe in through her nostrils.
Breanna groaned and squirmed around, moving her head, but Courtney held it back in place tightly. *BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTRAMMMPHHH!* Zharia sighed, and it all rushed up Zharia's nose, and she coughed through her gag and was in complete anguish. "That was 32 seconds," Diamond told Zharia. "Fuck! I know I can do better! That shit really stank too, shit I need a dentist mask too! Fuck that's rancid even for me!" Zharia said as she was handed one. "You should gas Gwendy, I think I'm all gassed out." Diamond got off of Gwendy's now red face, then burped right in her nose. "Good idea. Can't put a fart-smelling bitch to waste." Zharia sat on Gwendy's face and bounced on it. Breanna was very relieved.
Zharia opened her asscheeks over Gwendy's nose and expelled a huge *TROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMPHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTROMPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHTROOPPHHHHT!* Right up her nose. Gwendy felt very woozy after that as she groaned at the bad smell. "37 seconds, you're getting closer!" "Fuck! Come on, big ass, I know you can do this! Courtney, after this fart clears, put an oxygen mask on Gwendy. I just know that was deadly...very fucking deadly." Zharia rubbed her brown asshole all over Gwendy's nose and scrubbed it. After the rank fart went away, Gwendy got oxygen so she wouldn't pass out, or maybe even die. Zharia went back to Breanna. "Did you miss me?" Zharia was face to face with her brunette-haired bitch. Zharia spit on her face and plopped her big ass on Breanna's face. *BRAPPT!* *FRAMMPHHT!* Zharia looked at the camera. "This is so much fun. This is me at my stankest! This is my worst torture ever!"
Gwendy's face was shoved up Diamond's ass as she couldn't breathe. Breanna's nose burned very badly. Zharia once again opened those big black asscheeks over her nostrils. *FROOOOOOOOOIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMTRANNMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!* The fart was all baked, and it lit up Breanna's nostrils like fire, it was so hot and stinky. "63 seconds!" Diamond screamed. "Yes!" Zharia cheered as she stayed in position until the fart went away to torture Breanna as much as she could.
Zharia was back on Gwen's face while Breanna got her oxygen after being literally stunk up. *ROOIMPHHHT!* Went her ass as the smell hit Gwendy's nose like a wrecking ball. Zharia sighed as she sputtered some shit in the next one. *SHHHHHRIPPPTTLOPPPT!* Gwendy's face was covered in a little shit. Breanna, wide awake now, as she looked at Zharia, then got very scared. Zharia got back on her face a third time. "This is gonna be bad.." *VRAMPPPHTTT* *SLOSSSHHH!* A big fart, followed by a sloppy turd. It was incredible, and Zharia took Breanna's gag off and forced her to eat it. "Oh my God, please, no!" Breanna pleaded. "Eat it, or it'll be over for you, I can kill you with this ass. Eat up, bitch." Zharia ordered. Breanna ate the sloppy turd in agony, then Zharia released another hot, steamy big turd in her mouth. Breanna nearly choked on it, but she had to chew and swallow. Diamond even took a shit on Gwendy and made her eat it, before Gwendy threw up and passed out. "Take Goldilocks out of her bounds. She's free to go. But bitchgirl here isn't..." Zharia said as she grinned at Breanna. "My family's gonna know that you got me! They're gonna know after what you did last time! You sick, twisted bitch! Get a real fucking life!" Breanna mouthing off at the leader was the worst thing she could ever do in a situation like this. "You'll regret that. And no, the cops have no chance busting us. I have many more recruits, many more gassy, fat-ass bitches who will help me torture you. It will be fun!" Zharia said with an evil grin. Breanna's eyes widened with fright. "Take her to my closet and gag her with a lot of tape, she can't be making a loud racket in there." | null | null | Authors/StinkFartFetish/Annihilation Part 3.txt |
90,184 | StinkFartFetish | Annihilation | Zharia was a black girl with a huge booty, it was very big and fat. Lots of guys admired her huge ass, but a lot of girls saw her as a hoe for exposing its great size in tight jeans or yoga pants. Zharia saw all of them as haters; she didn't let them get to her. She knew that most of the girls wished they had a little bit of the fat on her ass. Breanna was one of those white girls that loved to slam on Zharia and slander her with all these ridiculous insults. Zharia knew Breanna was lucky she didn't get her ass beat, or Zharia would get in trouble. But Zharia was tired of Breanna running her mouth; she just wished she could get what was coming to her.
Zharia was chilling with her friends at lunch, and when she walked away from them and back to the lunchroom, she walked past Breanna and her clique. "Zharia, you need a sign on your ass that says 'Wide STD Load', because you've probably got it!" Her and her friends laughed as Zharia flipped her off as she kept walking. Breanna was much skinnier and a little taller than Zharia, and only had a little bit of ass. She had brownish hair and smiled with her teeth almost all the time. Every time Zharia saw Breanna, she just wanted to smash her face in. But Zharia thought of an even better way to humiliate Breanna. Straight up Gas Torture would do it, and she would post it all on YouTube and Facebook for people at school and millions could see. All she had to do was convince Breanna to come to her house, but she could only do that through one of Breanna's friends.
Zharia met up with Mary, one of Breanna's friends. "So does Breanna know your address?" Zharia asked her. "No, why?" "Because I want you to give her my address to go to, I can't really explain but I'll give you $60 to keep it secret, alright?" "You've got a deal," Mary said.
That next Friday, Breanna was "invited" to Mary's house. She was pretty excited to chill with Mary for the first time and could not wait. She rang the doorbell, and Zharia got ready before she opened the door. She had just finished a few bowls of chili and felt really gassy, as she held her stomach a little. She opened the door and saw the surprised look on Breanna's face. "Is this Mary's house?" Breanna asked. "No, bitch!" Zharia grabbed Breanna and pulled her into the house, and slammed Breanna on the couch and pinned her down. "What the fuck are you doing???" Breanna tried to get Zharia off, but Zharia was too big and she taped Breanna's mouth sealed, then wrapped the tape around her wrists. She had Breanna in a laid out position on the couch so she sat on Breanna's face and surprised her with a big fart. *FROOOMFFFFT!* Breanna squirmed under Zharia's ass as the stench overflowed her nostrils and smelled horrible. Breanna just squirmed and thrashed as her face was too close to Zharia's big jeans ass, too close for comfort. Zharia held Breanna's head in her ass and *PHRAMMMMPHHHOOT* the fart was reeking all over the room and throughout Breanna's nostrils.
Zharia then took her jeans off, which made Breanna scream through the tape and squirm a bit more as Zharia took those panties off and exposed her fat black ass right in Breanna's face, then shoved Breanna's nose in her ass, Breanna's whole face being swallowed by Zharia's big ass. Breanna was forced to take in the rancid smells of Zharia's ass, but soon it got worse. *BRAMMMFFFFFFT!!!!!* A powerful fart of gas shot up Breanna's nostrils and she had no choice but to inhale every last bit of it straight from Zharia's ass. Zharia laughed as she let the fart sink in; she heard the whimpers of Breanna back there and gassed her more gas up the nose: *PRAMMPPPHHHHHFFFFTT!!!* Breanna fought as hard as she could to get out of this big stinky ass as her nostrils flared in attempt to get at least a bit of fresh air, but instead she got *RAMPHHFFMMFFFT!* Right into her flared nostrils as she sucked the air in.
Zharia rubbed her hole all over Breanna's nose; it felt so good. It made her blast 5 more farts in a row that were deadly and certainly more worse than the previous ones right up the nostrils of Breanna. *SHRRAAMPHHHTOOOT!* *FRROOOMFFFFT!!!!* *BRAMPHHHOIITTTRAPHHFF!!* *BRAMPHHHHHTTPHHHHT!!* *PRRRRRRPHHHHRATTTTT!* Breanna couldn't take her big black smelly ass as her nostrils burned from all those horrible farts and she became unconscious, but Zharia would wait patiently for her to wake up to give her much more nasty gas. | null | null | Authors/StinkFartFetish/Annihilation.txt |
91,915 | Virtual Scott | Prospects | Zoe couldn't wait to get back to school. The annual holiday visit to her grandparents had turned into a fiasco, what with forgetting the charger cable for her phone and then a flight cancellation that meant they'd only made it home Sunday afternoon. It had been enjoyable even so, but using Grandpa's PC for a few emails made her feel totally cut off from her friends. Luckily, it had been warm there, and she'd jogged a lot, trying to ignore the cravings of her body and stay ahead of the holiday calories.
The new quarter started with another mandatory morning assembly. Principal Edwards put in an initial appearance but left the bulk of the speaking to others. Zoe, Claudia, and Paige sat together in the bleachers, tuning out most of the assembly while they shared funny holiday stories and discussed the spring fashions appearing in the stores.
"Just one last announcement, on the dress code," Jana warned the audience. The words "dress code" caught Zoe's attention, and she shushed her friends. Jana cleared her throat and spoke slowly into the microphone, apparently reciting carefully from memory:
"TRAINCO recognizes physical comfort plays a part in academic achievement. Therefore, while the student dress code will continue to be rigorously enforced in public venues, student attire on campus during normal school hours may consist of a subset of the normal uniform or designated optional alternatives."
"What?" Zoe asked, not sure she'd heard correctly.
For a change, a substantial fraction of the audience joined Joanne and the cheer squad in applauding and shouting. "No more fucking bra!" crowed Claudia, who performed her usual gyrations and launched the offending garment into the crowd. Dozens of ties and several other garments, including leggings and at least one pair of underwear, sailed into the air as other students got into the act.
The weather might have been cold outside, but Zoe was looking forward to swim class again and spending that hour in the heated water of the indoor pool. She stood in the girls' locker room with Paige, feeling goosebumps on her arms as she started pulling on her suit.
Zoe did a double-take when she saw Paige's chest. The nipple clamps had been replaced with piercings, still joined by a fine chain. It looked pretty permanent. "Are those for real?"
"Yeah," confirmed Paige in her usual matter-of-fact tone. "I think it makes a statement."
"Umm, yes," Zoe temporized. She wasn't sure she was ready to hear the elaborately bizarre reasoning that doubtless lay behind the comment. "Your parents let you do this?"
"Oh no," laughed Paige, "are you kidding? The school nurse did it! Can you believe it?"
"Frankly, no," which was an understatement. "Our school nurse? Here? At Hyde?"
Paige nodded. "Yup. She did such good work on my face, I decided to give this a try. I heard about it from the spazz." That meant Joanne, Zoe knew. "The cool thing is, they healed so fast. Can you believe I only got these Friday?" Paige pulled on the chain to demonstrate, stretching the nipples away from her breasts.
It made Zoe queasy to look, but the piercings did look fully-healed. They certainly didn't seem to cause Paige any pain. The school nurse, during the holiday break? Well, that was something to look into, she thought.
About 20 minutes -- and maybe one too many laps of the pool -- later, Zoe hugged the pool wall and wondered how it was possible to get out of condition so quickly. The Christmas break had only been two weeks long, but her lungs insisted it had been two years.
The blonde took a moment to catch her breath as somebody sprinted back to the equipment room to retrieve a forgotten bag of balls for water polo. Hopefully, they wouldn't rush. The boys milled about nearby, also waiting to find out which sides of the pool to use. Her eyes automatically sought out Dean, and Zoe gazed at him while trying not to be too obvious about it. He really filled out his suit well, better than she remembered. It was enough to make her mouth dry.
One of the boys in Zoe's line of sight turned away from his friends, casually hauled out his penis, and began peeing into the pool. Zoe gasped in surprise. Chlorinated or not, that was gross! Paige contented herself with a dismissive, "whatever," but several other members of the class giggled and pointed; a few of the closest pulled themselves out of the water.
That, of course, attracted the attention of more of the boys. They strutted closer to the girls, providing a better view, and a few more arcs of warm urine began streaming into the water.
Zoe looked around to see what the coaches were doing, and then turned back at the sound of Crystal's startled shriek. Tony was peeing on her and her friends! Incredibly, the girls started rubbing his piss into their skin and wet swimsuits, and Crystal dropped to her knees.
Dean's face on the far side of the group showed the same "O" of surprise Zoe felt. Perhaps a third of the boys had relieved themselves on the mostly willing girls by the time Tony finished draining his bladder into Crystal's opened mouth.
"What the fuck?!..." was the only thing the normally literate Zoe could think to say.
Paige was surprisingly nonchalant about it. "Oh, I think it grows on you," she observed.
The coaches did nothing. "Come on you idiots, let's get back to work!" yelled Mr. Zegmet, finally herding the boys off to the far end of the pool. Zoe would have said Ms. Gold hadn't noticed a thing, except she made Crystal sluice off the pools of urine remaining where the girls had been. Apparently, a lot more than the dress code had changed during the holiday break. Zoe began to think she had returned to a different world.
Over lunch, she compared notes with Dean on her findings from the morning. He too found it unbelievable that the girls would subject themselves to that sort of treatment, although he admitted it looked like fun. That comment rubbed Zoe the wrong way.
The more unsettling incident happened on the way out. They'd just dumped their trays in the return and were walking towards the cafeteria exit when Dean stopped abruptly. He fished out his cock and began pissing into the potted palm near the doorway.
Zoe grabbed his arm, aghast. Dean looked at her and smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry; couldn't wait. Did you want it?"
The blonde shook her head frantically and tried to pretend none of it was happening. The scariest part was that the more Zoe thought about it, the less certain she was that Dean had been joking.
She thought about raising the subject with Paige when they met to examine the dress code changes on the fabrication system, but her friend was in a strange mood, absently running her fingers along the nipple chain while they waited for their new two-piece regulation swimsuits to be fabricated.
On the bus ride home, she tried to explain her misgivings to Claudia. "It's just not normal," Zoe repeated for perhaps the fifth time, when she heard spattering on the floor of the bus and felt warm liquid ricocheting onto her leg.
"Don't mind me," Claudia explained, "I'm just taking advantage of my last opportunity to unload before I have to be a fucking 'good girl' again. Now, you were saying?"
Zoe found she didn't have anything more to say.
When she tried on her new bikini after dinner, Zoe was unsurprised that it fit her like a dream and made her look like one, too. It was surprisingly skimpy for school wear, and she realized she'd have to trim her bikini line. Working in the bathroom, she almost removed it all, but decided to leave a small patch -- Zoe wanted to distinguish herself from Mariah, and was proud her pubes were the same light blonde as her head.
Looking at herself again in the mirror afterwards, Zoe imagined showing herself to Dean the next day, nearly as naked as her digitized image. She couldn't resist retrieving her dildo and caressing it against her breasts and mound, then angling it against her crotch until it pushed the fabric aside and slid into her dripping snatch. She thrust it into herself repeatedly, staring at her reflection, until she orgasmed.
That night, she dreamed she held Paige's nipple chain while Tony and Dean both peed on the brunette. Mariah appeared and pressed herself against Zoe's thigh, then peed on her. Zoe awoke and realized she'd wet her bed for the first time since she was a little girl.
Embarrassed, she silently stripped the bed and carried the damp linens to the laundry room. She stood before the washer and hesitated. Zoe couldn't resist burying her face in the sheets and then tasting them. God, she was sick! She dumped everything in the washer and was halfway back to her bedroom before she realized she was still wearing her soaked tap pants.
The following day was almost normal, as if to make up for the aberrations of the previous one. All of the riders on the bus, Claudia included, behaved themselves. Paige left her bra on, and Zoe could pretend she couldn't see the chain and rings beneath it. Perhaps a quarter of the girls, herself and Paige included, were already wearing bikinis.If anybody peed in the pool, they did it underwater where Zoe didn't see it. Dean was a perfect gentleman at lunch and apologized again for upsetting her the previous day.
Well, she did see Kevin and Jana by the lockers between classes. Zoe discreetly observed them as he drained his water bottle in one nearly continuous action, before commenting, "Geez, this just runs through you!" He unzipped his pants and withdrew his penis; Jana, already squatting, took it in her mouth and began sucking.
If Zoe ignored how much the other girl was swallowing, it looked just like she was giving him a blowjob, and that wasn't so unusual. Zoe pondered that thought as she drank from her bottle, unconsciously matching Jana's rhythm.
Zoe was dragging by last hour. Planning picture placement just couldn't engage her enthusiasm the same way the now-forbidden journalistic research had. Joanne's "like"-infested layout meeting seemed to take forever, and Zoe was squirming with discomfort.
Finally, she muttered an apology and bolted for the bathroom. Zoe pulled up short in front of the restrooms, which bore a "Closed For Cleaning" sign.
"Cleaning?" she growled. "It's probably the only place in the whole damn school that people *don't* use anymore!" A hand on her shoulder startled her, and Zoe jumped with surprise as she involuntarily released a burst of urine. She whirled around to find Hannah Petersen facing her.
"I didn't mean to surprise you, Zoe," the teacher apologized. "I just thought perhaps I could help..." She glanced at the wet tile between Zoe's shoes.
The hell with it, Zoe decided. Apparently the universe was trying to tell her something. Spreading her legs a little more, she let go and felt her warm urine soak her panties and begin to run onto the floor.
Hannah crouched in front of the growing puddle. Zoe closed her eyes as her skirt was pushed upwards and the teacher's breath warmed the wetness between her legs. She could feel Hannah's lips and tongue work the outside of her panties, sucking the moisture from them.
The licking stopped, and Zoe opened her eyes.
Mariah was giving her a sultry smile at point-blank range. "Can I play, too?" she cooed. She raised her skirt, revealing her bald pussy, now pierced multiple times and marked with several welts. The redhead unloaded on the teacher, her rushing torrent instantly soaking Hannah's blouse.
Hannah began working herself violently, leaving Zoe trapped between her and the wall. The blonde closed her eyes again as Mariah leaned in for a kiss.
"There's so much I want to show you," Mariah whispered as they came up for air. Hannah returned to Zoe's legs, licking higher and higher. "Touch me the way you want to be touched."
Zoe closed her eyes again as Mariah positioned her not-unwilling hand against a breast, before pulling open Zoe's blouse and pushing up her bra so she could return the favor. Hannah was sucking at Zoe's panties.
Zoe felt Mariah's nipple stiffen against the palm of her hand. She squeezed gently and then shifted her hand to catch the erect nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Mariah obligingly mirrored the movement, and started kissing her again.
The teacher pushed Zoe's underwear aside and began licking her clitoris with short strokes of the tongue. Zoe flinched under the unexpected stimulus and squeezed Mariah's nipple tightly. Mariah squeezed back the same way, doubling the blonde's pleasure. They moaned into each other's parted mouths, tasting the other's saliva.
Mariah now took the lead, rolling Zoe's nipple roughly between her fingers. Zoe repeated it. She screamed in pain when the other girl squeezed her nipple, hard, against the edge of a thumbnail, and pinched back, hoping Mariah would release her.
The pressure relented, but only momentarily. As if they'd practiced it, Hannah and Mariah synchronized their assault on Zoe's senses. Hannah sucked hard on her clitoris, generating a wave of sensation so intense it was almost painful, and at the same time Mariah pinched her nipple cruelly, sending waves of pain radiating through her breast. Then the pressure relented as Mariah massaged her nipple and Hannah blew gently on Zoe's soaking pussy. A moment later, the cycle repeated.
All of the sensations met and tangled together in the pit of Zoe's stomach, forming a confusing blend of pleasure and pain. She didn't realize she herself was forcing the pace faster, thrusting her groin at Hannah's face and abusing Mariah's nipple just a fraction of a second before she felt the pain in hers. A fingertip probed at the entrance to her anus.
Zoe shuddered into a mind-bending climax and would have fallen down if she hadn't been propped against the wall. She opened her eyes again after catching her breath, and saw Mariah looking back at her with the same post-orgasmic glow. She looked down at her breast, expecting to find it savaged, but her nipple looked fine -- if more than a bit engorged and very sensitive.
Had she really done this? Zoe watched Hannah stand and brush a strand of wet hair out of her face. "You're a wonderful student, Zoe," the teacher complimented her. "I think class is about over for the day." She winked and walked back in the direction of the classroom.
"My God, you're so hot," Mariah added, while fastening her blouse. "I'd love to do you again -- soon?"
Zoe shook her head, making a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "Not right away." She struggled with her bra. "I enjoyed it, a lot, I guess. You know it and I'd be a fool to deny it. But -- this isn't what I thought I'd be learning in school. It doesn't seem right; all this" -- her gesture took in the entire school -- "isn't normal. Don't you see that? Don't you care?"
Mariah shook her head regretfully. "Maybe it isn't normal. But I enjoy it, and that's good enough for me. It could be good enough for you, too. You can't beat them, Zoe."
Chin high, Zoe marched away. She didn't care two buttons were missing from her blouse. The challenge implicit in Mariah's last sentence energized her. She'd stood by with the silent majority and let the wrong thing happen to Amber. If this "them" thought she was going to do the wrong thing again, they were going to learn differently.It was well before classes started, but the lights were on inside Hyde's nursing center. Paul Edwards sat on the examination table, naked from the waist down, and carried on a conversation on his cell phone.
"Wait one, Shefali," he told the woman with him. "I want to be absolutely clear," Paul spoke into the phone, "we need the website renewed and we'll want editing services, but the money has to come out of the 137 account -- no, the 137 account, not the new one -- clear?" He gestured for her to continue and returned his attention to the call. "Okay, tell me about it."
Shefali wore the usual faculty ID, but wore a white lab coat over her blouse and short skirt. Seated on a stool, she arranged a set of pointed studs on the nearby tray. She used a disposable wipe to spread some sort of blue gel around the upper half of Paul's penis, then discarded it and pulled on a pair of gloves.
The nurse picked up the first stud, socketed it into a small tool, and studied the cock carefully. She pressed the head of the tool against the skin just below the existing studs and triggered it. Paul grunted and his penis surged; the new stud was in place.
Her tongue delicately extended, Shefali licked away the clear liquid that had appeared at the tip of the penis and proceeded to load another stud in the tool.
She continued working methodically, creating a second row of studs, while Paul mostly listened to the phone. "Okay, good," he approved finally, "have that ready by the end of the week and we're all set." He ended the call just before the nurse implanted the last stud.
She wiped away the remaining gel with another cloth and discarded both it and the gloves. Paul was quivering and rock hard. "How does it feel, Mr. Edwards?" she asked in her beautiful British accent.
"It hurts so good," he admitted, running a finger along the points of the new studs. "Let's give it a test drive, shall we?"
The pair reversed positions and Shefali lay back on the exam table, revealing both a lack of underwear and her readiness. Paul stepped forward but inserted himself into her ass instead of her flowering cunt.
She screamed as he pressed forward and felt each row of studs catch before slipping deeper into her. He established a steady rhythm, sawing the metal teeth in and out of her anus. Shefali fingered herself violently, screaming out repeatedly at the mixed pain and pleasure.
Saturday dawned grey and cold, but Zoe was already awake, feeling tense and restless. She'd wet her bed again during the night, but was becoming accustomed to damp sheets. The blonde fingered herself, peeing again, and enjoyed the feeling of warmth pooling under her body. After a mild climax, she rose and collected her damp bedding, using a dry part of the top sheet to wipe down the plastic sheet liner. Everything went into the washer and Zoe walked back upstairs, naked, to remake her bed and dress before her parents awoke.
A light breakfast, several mugs of decaf tea, and every word of the paper later, Zoe still felt like she would go stir-crazy. She looked hopefully out the side window, but Claudia's car was gone, and Paige's parents were big on "family time" during the weekend. Zoe thought about Dean, but the way those thoughts made her wet suggested it would be a bad idea to be alone with him. Perhaps she could try to figure out Mariah?
Finally, she asked her father if she could borrow his car for a shopping trip. The conversation was genial, but made the state driving laws seem lenient; her parents made it clear driving was a privilege. As expected, Zoe got the keys -- after reviewing her standing promises to refuel the car, not drive with friends, be back before dark, keep her phone off in the car, and check in at each stop.
It made no sense, but Zoe's mood drove her to set aside the casual clothing she might normally have worn. Instead, she unearthed some of the fruits of her friends' labors. Changing first into a low-rise thong, Zoe pulled on a pair of faded jeans embellished with "CZP" on the hip pockets. They rode low on her hips, didn't clear the floor unless she wore heels, and fit like a glove. Distressed fabric remained out of reach, but Claudia had located a supply of denim and Paige had cracked the problem of doing embroidery (at the cost of a substantial increase in production time).
Disdaining a bra, Zoe donned a thin camisole that clung to her body as if she were wet and ended above her navel; it was blatantly unsuitable for winter but would serve perfectly as a shell under her hoodie. The hoodie was a masterwork. Of course, it was soft and sleekly form-fitting, but the entire back was embroidered with a huge vivid multicolor hurricane logo and "Lawrence Hyde Charter High School;" "Zoe" was embroidered in elegant cursive letters on the breast. Paige was lobbying to have it added to the dress code, and surprisingly the request had not been rejected out of hand.
After a quick check of her purse, Zoe pulled on her winter coat and zipped it up -- but not before slipping a pair of heels inside it. Wearing flip-flops and with the coat concealing a multitude of sinful curves, the blonde reached the safety of the car without parental interference. She thought for a minute about what to do before hitting the garage door remote and starting the engine.
Half an hour later, she was pulling into the parking lot at the Leopard's Lair. Predictably, on a Saturday morning, it was empty. Zoe put on her heels and, leaving the heavy coat in the car, hurried to the entrance and into the warmth of the store.
"Hi, Andy, remember me?" she asked when he looked up from the football commentary he was watching on the small TV. Without waiting for him to answer, she unzipped her hoodie and raised the cami, baring her breasts to him. Her nipples were hard, but it *was* cold outside.
He replied, "how could I forget?" clearly enjoying the view. "Go on ahead. Let me know if I can help you with anything, Paige, is it?"
"Zoe," she replied shortly, smoothing down her top but not bothering to re-zip the hoodie. She strode down the aisle to the DVD section, uncaring that Andy's attention was fixated on her slender figure.
"Can I help you, Zoe?" he asked several minutes later, after watching her slowly scan all of the DVD racks.
She started, surprised to find she hadn't noticed his approach, and looked up in frustration. "I'm looking for a DVD; I think it's called 'The Cock Also Rises.' Can you help me find it?"
Andy looked at her, and Zoe noticed he was watching her nipples poking against the camisole. "Are you looking for that specific title, or just something with lots of cock in it?"
"That title," Zoe answered, blushing faintly as she started to think about how he might be interpreting this. "I'm sure it was here in the new releases section."
"Well, let me think a minute." He scanned the shelves briefly, unconsciously adjusting himself in his pants. "Let me go look in the inventory system." Andy strolled back to the front counter; after a last scan of the shelves, Zoe followed him.
She was expecting a computer, but Andy pulled out a three-ring binder from beneath the counter and started flipping through marked-up packing lists. The blonde schooled herself to patience, waiting silently as he worked. Eventually, he stopped, drawing his finger across a line item, and looked up. "Yup, we had a couple of those, but we're sold out now. Oh yeah, SoWet Productions, those are some kinky bastards!"
"What do you mean?" Zoe asked. She tried reading upside down, but the documents looked like they'd been printed on a dot matrix printer and were smudged and covered with pencil marks.
"SoWet Productions -- that's the company that made that video," explained Andy. "They're a new outfit, I guess, but they're getting real popular. They seem to have a lot of hot young talent and they're pretty graphic. Not real big on plot, if you catch my drift."
"Do you have any of their other videos?" wondered Zoe.
"Probably," Andy allowed. "C'mon, it'll be faster to just check the shelves than look through this crap." The two walked back down to the video section. He was as good as his word, taking only a minute to scan the cases before pulling one out and handing it to Zoe.
"Two-Fisted Pleasure Addict," she read. The cover picture on this case was taken from the point of view of a woman looking down, past her bare breasts and erect nipples. Below them, each hand held a large, glistening dildo. Could those be Mariah's tits? Was the model in the picture even in the video? That was something she hadn't considered previously.
"Is there any way I can watch this?" asked Zoe.
Andy snorted. "Sure -- buy it." When he saw her expression, he laughed. "Come on, Zoe, get real! This isn't a library; do Best Buy or the Video Corral let you look at movies before you buy them?"
Reluctantly, she found herself carrying it slowly back to the register. "Can I return it if I don't like it?" Andy pointed silently at the "ALL SALES ARE FINAL" sign. Zoe couldn't believe she was seriously considering buying pornography that her parents probably would kill her for if they found it -- and for a price she wouldn't pay even for real movies. She looked at the case again, searching for any additional hints about the content, but found nothing. "Can I at least watch it here after I buy it?" she sighed, looking hopefully at the small television behind the counter.
"That, we can arrange," Andy promised as he rang up the sale and accepted her cash. While Zoe tucked the receipt into her purse, he slit open the packaging with a cutter and extracted the disc. She could hear a whirr as he inserted it into a player beneath the counter, and she looked at the TV, expecting to see the picture change, but nothing happened. "I queued it up in booth one," explained Andy, pointing toward the back of the store."Seeing as it's your DVD, we'll just overlook the usual viewing charge."
Zoe walked back in the direction he'd indicated. She'd thought the curtained doorways were additional changing rooms, but that wasn't the case. Pushing past the curtain under the "1," the blonde found herself in a small, dimly lit cubby that smelled faintly of stale sweat and semen. It was big enough for a small armchair, a wastebasket, and a stand beside the chair with several rolls of toilet paper. The television, inset in the wall, already displayed a title screen that jerked into motion as she took in her surroundings.
"Boys are such wimps," Mariah pouted as she walked into frame, clad in a skimpy bikini. "I was just getting started, and they're all pooped out!" She untied the bottoms, revealing a cunt that was oozing spunk and a small trimmed pubic patch matted with dried semen. That was enough for Zoe to infer it must have been filmed the previous year.
Having confirmed her suspicions, Zoe pushed the curtain aside and exited the cubby. She pulled up short at the sight of an older man standing at the counter with his back to her.
"Sure, Mr. Wilkes, I can get those sales numbers for you right now!" Andy's voice was loud enough for Zoe to understand him easily from the other end of the showroom. "I've just got one customer in the booths, and he'll be busy for a while." The man made some inaudible reply. "No, some old guy by himself," Andy answered. "Maybe his girlfriend just left her coat in the car; I don't know. I know you don't want anything illegal going on here." He plopped some papers on the counter, distracting the man, and jerked his head meaningfully towards the cubby.
Zoe darted back inside, holding the curtain to minimize its movement. She didn't need Andy's hints to know she couldn't afford to be found; hopefully his explanation would hold up and she could hide until the man left. Unfortunately, that left her with no distractions except the TV screen.
Mariah was naked now, caressing herself and plucking both nipples until they stiffened. Unwillingly, Zoe felt her own breasts tighten in response. She located a volume control and dialed it down, making it easier to hear if anybody should approach, and reducing Mariah's moans to a low murmur. In near silence, the redhead produced a dildo and began rubbing it against her pubis, coating it until it glistened, and then inserted it into herself. She started slowly, but began working the instrument in and out more vigorously, her lips parted. A few minutes later, Mariah's body writhed in obvious ecstasy.
Zoe was on edge, pacing a few steps back and forth across the cramped room, until she realized her heels clicked distinctively with every step and she was pressing her thighs together in a vain attempt to stimulate herself. The downside of tailored jeans, she decided, was that there were no folds of excess material to form ridges to rub against, and no gaps that would admit a hand. The blonde peeked through the curtain, but the unwanted visitor was still at the counter.
She returned her attention to the video, which had changed scenes. It was outdoors now, at the Springfield farmers market, and the image jumped a bit as if it had been captured with a small handheld camera. Mariah, wearing a short dress and astronomically high heels, was inspecting produce. Looking about, she stealthily selected a cucumber and quickly slid it up under the front of her dress; when her hand emerged a second later, it was empty. A second, smaller, cucumber disappeared the same way behind her. Mariah smiled sweetly and innocently at a woman who looked like she couldn't believe what she thought she'd seen, and strolled off with an extra roll to her hips.
Zoe was so not going to diddle herself in this dive. That didn't mean she couldn't rub her stiff nipples as she watched the camera follow Mariah through the market to the food vendor area and purchase a drink. The redhead found a spot on a picnic bench and the camera -- it had to be hidden -- jostled before coming to rest on the bench on the other side of the table, facing Mariah.
She spread her legs and Zoe could see the end of the cucumber pressing against Mariah's underwear. Fingers intruded into the picture, pulling the panties aside, and Mariah began working the length of the vegetable in and out of herself. There was a pause, and she scooted forward on the bench, revealing the end of the second cucumber. Using both hands now, the girl pistoned both holes until her body started shaking. After a final thrust, the hands disappeared and both cucumbers started slowly emerging, covered in juice, until they dropped away like large, rigid turds. Zoe was dripping in her jeans.
The blonde took another peek to confirm her exit remained blocked, and returned her attention to the television. Mariah was lying in bed, masturbating herself with a large artificial cock while she sucked on its twin. The image was just a little too close to home for Zoe, who finally surrendered to her peaking desire. With a glance at the closed curtains, the blonde unfastened her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Perching on one arm of the chair, which she judged to be cleaner than the seat, Zoe stroked her drenched thong before tugging it aside and starting to tend to her needy sex.
Zoe jumped as Mariah spit out the one dildo and yanked a sheet over herself. A woman entered the picture, visible only from behind. She shook a pair of crusted panties in Mariah's face; obviously it was intended to be Mariah's mother, but it wasn't really Councilwoman Haskell... was it? There was a pause, allowing a few inaudible words of conversation, before the woman dropped the panties and yanked back the sheet, revealing Mariah's arousal and the two dildos.
She slapped Mariah across the face -- it looked pretty realistic -- and pulled the dildo out of the teen's sopping cunt. They rearranged themselves so the woman, back still to the camera, sat on the end of the bed and Mariah lay across her lap, her rear exposed to Zoe's riveted gaze. The woman started spanking Mariah, quickly reddening the teen's buns. She stopped to retrieve one of the dildos and rammed it abruptly into the redhead's pussy, then resumed spanking at the same time she worked the dildo in and out of her daughter. Zoe's fingers thrust into her creaming pussy in time with the dildo.
There was another pause to insert the second dildo into Mariah's ass, which accepted it easily, and the spanking resumed. Now the rhythm was spank, spank, spank, spank, followed by a push to reseat the dildo. Zoe was strumming her clit, gasping a breath at each pause, and riding the crest of her arousal progressively higher each time. Just before she thought she would explode, the woman rolled Mariah off her lap and pulled her daughter's head under her skirt.
The point of view changed so it was again behind Mariah, and now facing her mother, but aimed low enough that the redhead nearly filled the screen and the woman's identity remained unknown. Zoe could see Mariah licking frantically at her mother's pussy while supporting herself with one hand and working the dildo in her cunt with the other; the woman was leaning forward so she could pump the second dildo in and out of Mariah's ass. When the redhead finally trembled and collapsed in orgasm, Zoe climaxed too.
A ribbon of sperm jetted onto the floor near her foot, and Zoe belatedly realized Andy was standing in the entryway watching her and jerking off. "Jesus, you are one white-hot chick," he gasped, as she shrieked and tried to cover herself. The fit of her jeans worked against her, and she could hear him grunting again as she faced away from the door and wiggled her pants up her legs.
"Couldn't you have knocked or something?" Zoe asked him, doing up her fly and smoothing down her camisole.
"Hey, I asked and you didn't answer. I thought maybe you'd snuck out, so I just poked my head in," Andy explained. He spooled off some toilet paper and used it to wipe himself while Zoe watched. "You were just locked on that screen. Hey, you want some of this?" He waved his cock at her.
"No thanks," Zoe shook her head. Andy shrugged and tossed the paper wad in the trash, and tucked himself back into his pants. He held the curtain aside, inviting her to exit, and Zoe stepped carefully around the spunk on the floor and back into the showroom.
Andy looked sideways at her as they walked back down the length of the store. "I guess you found what you were looking for on that video, eh?"
"Yeah," Zoe admitted, zipping up her hoodie, "I guess I did." The question was, what did she do now? She waited absent-mindedly, worrying at the question, while Andy ejected the disc, replaced it in the case, and put it in a bag. Her eyebrows rose when he handed her the bag and the cash she'd paid him earlier. "Keep it," she decided, pushing the money back across the counter. "I got what I wanted."
Outside, she pulled on her coat and got the car started, then drove across the street to the gas station; if she tanked up now, Zoe figured she'd be good for the rest of the day. She used the time waiting at the pump to decide how she should proceed. After finishing, she pulled over to the edge of the lot and let the car idle while she turned on her cell phone.
The day was getting off to a rocky start, Zoe reflected; she was about to break another resolution. She scrolled down the contact list to the number she'd found written in her boyshorts in November, and hit the "Talk" button.
"Hello?" Mariah's voice sounded after the third ring. "Is this Zoe?"
"Hi, Mariah," Zoe said, and took a deep mental breath. "Can I meet you somewhere today? I need to talk to you."
"I'm at Saks right now," Mariah responded. That meant Deer Meadow Hills, of course. "I could meet you later, at home, if you want."A private meeting with Mariah did not seem like a good idea at all; the public surroundings of the mall seemed worth the drive. Besides, she could use a good indoor walk to work off some of the tension she was feeling. "I'll meet you there." Zoe looked at the clock on the dash. "How about noon, at the food court?"
"That's dull," Mariah replied. "How about JJ's instead?" That was the most casual of the restaurants at the mall, to the extent that anything at Deer Meadow Hills would condescend to be called "casual."
It would be expensive, for lunch, but far better than dinner. "Yeah, okay," Zoe accepted. "I'll see you in a bit."
"I'm looking forward to it," purred Mariah before disconnecting.
Zoe hit the speed dial button for home and was a bit surprised to hear the answering machine pick up. In some ways, it made life easier. "Hi, it's me! I'm just leaving TJ Maxx and going to Deer Meadow -- I'll call when I get there. Love you, bye!"
The drive passed uneventfully, and Zoe was pulling into a spot in the covered parking deck about 15 minutes before noon. She decided, again, to leave her coat in the car and tossed it in the passenger's seat, on top of the bag with the DVD. The car was close enough to the entrance that a brisk walk got her indoors before the cold seeped through her hoodie or jeans.
Unzipping the hoodie a few inches so it was less restrictive, Zoe continued through the mall toward the restaurant at a relatively rapid pace. She had just turned the last corner before JJ's when a voice behind her called, "Zoe! Zoe Ryan?"
Zoe stopped and turned, half expecting to see Mariah, although the voice wasn't right. It took a moment for her brain to change gears and recognize people she hadn't seen for nearly a year. Sheila Johnson and Kimberly Franklin fronted a group of familiar faces Zoe generally would have been happier to avoid seeing again; Zoe was pretty sure Sheila had been responsible for broadcasting Amber's cellphone picture, and totally positive that she and Kimmie were total bitches. No more willing to turn her back on them than she would a pack of jackals, Zoe walked slowly towards the group of girls and prepared to brazen out the encounter.
"Sheila, Kimmie," Zoe greeted them, making no particular attempt to disguise her lack of enthusiasm, "how's tricks? I see you're hanging with a new crowd, Shea." The reciprocal pleasantries lasted a minute longer before the tone of the conversation turned chilly.
"We've missed you, Zoe," Sheila complained with mock sincerity. "It's too bad you had to run away after Amber killed herself. She really wasn't worth the effort."
Zoe gritted her teeth and maintained a pleasant expression. "I'd miss Amber just as much no matter where I am; and I didn't run away; we moved."
"Yes," Kim interjected derisively, "and now you go to fancy-dancy Hyde High, with all the special charter students." Her tone was cutting, and the audience laughed unkindly. "Do you enjoy dressing up in your little schoolgirl uniforms with the other fashion victims?"
That intended blow did not land squarely, but Kimberly never had been one for thinking before opening her mouth. "I get by well enough," Zoe answered dryly, pirouetting to demonstrate her point. Maybe she hadn't been a fashion hound before, but the outfit she wore now looked far more expensive than it was, and compared favorably with the typical Hollister and Abercrombie garb adorning the others. More cuttingly, Zoe had toned up -- and looked it -- whereas more than one of the others sported a bit of a muffin top.
"I bet," snarled Sheila, who recognized faster than Kimmie they'd lost that point. "Everybody's heard about the Hyde 'Whore-icanes' and their private little brothel! You're probably a bigger slut than Amber ever was; I bet you sent out her picture because you were jealous she had a boyfriend. Admit it, Zoe -- you can't wear normal jeans because we'd see the calluses on your knees from blowing every boy with a dick between his legs!"
The key accusation, baldly blaming Zoe for what Sheila almost certainly had done herself, took the blonde's breath away. For the rest, she knew it was spite and envy talking, but there were so many unintentional half-truths and near misses in the stinging attack that Zoe hesitated, unsure how to respond.
Kimmie, sensing something had scored, tried to one-up her friend. "You fucking slut, you probably teach sex-ed on your back! I'm glad you left Parker, or every boy there would have a social disease!"
Seething, Zoe considered abandoning words entirely and planting her fist in her tormentors' faces. She knew it would be smarter to turn and just walk away, but ceding the argument to that lying, murdering bitch was beyond her. The blonde jumped as an arm threaded itself around her.
"Hi, Zoe. Who are your friends?" Mariah asked, wearing her most becomingly innocent expression.
Glad for the support, even from the unlikeliest of reinforcements, Zoe forced herself to use a pleasant voice. "This is Sheila, and Kimmie, and Beth, and Shea, and..."
"Allison," filled in the unfamiliar face in back.
"They all go to Parker, my old school," Zoe summarized. "This is Mariah; she goes to Hyde, too."
"I'm so pleased to meet all of you," Mariah smiled sweetly. "I've been getting to know Zoe, and now I know why she never talks about her old school."
Zoe watched their faces change as the discrepancy between the message and the delivery sank in. It was refreshing to not be the one on the receiving end, for a change.
The redhead continued, "Kimmie, it doesn't say much for your self-esteem to assume that all the boys at Parker -- including your boyfriend, *if* you have one -- would want to fuck Zoe instead of you. Although if I were a boy, I'd pick her over any of you, too!"
"You bitch!" Kim exclaimed in disbelief, and Sheila's eyes narrowed.
"You two are fucking dykes!" the ringleader hissed, looking at Mariah's arm draped loosely around Zoe's waist. "Zoe Ryan is a fucking carpet muncher!" Maliciously, she added, "is that what happened with Amber? Did you hit on her and get rejected?"
"Liar!" Zoe exploded, struggling against Mariah's suddenly tight grip.
"You get a kick out of pissing all over people, don't you?" Mariah asked Sheila, moving to interpose herself in front of the sobbing Zoe.
"I call them like I see them," replied Sheila with relish. "What I see is a pair of lesbo sluts." It was hard for her to take Mariah seriously; the beautiful redhead didn't look her age, was barely Sheila's height even in her high-heeled boots, and didn't look very menacing in her flouncy skirt, sweater, scarf, and shopping bags. Sheila took a few steps forward, getting in Mariah's face, and was surprised the other girl wasn't intimidated into backing up.
"What I see," Mariah said, further closing the distance between them until they nearly touched, "is a bully who probably can't take what she dishes out." She embraced Sheila and kissed her.
Sheila turned her head aside, breaking the kiss, and began struggling in earnest when she felt the wetness on her legs. "You twisted bitch!" she screamed, "you peed on me! What kind of sick perverted dyke are you?" She finally succeeded in pushing Mariah away and looked down at herself. Her crotch was stained dark blue with moisture, and similar patches extended down her legs, growing as she watched.
"Is there a problem here?" the mall cop asked. It looked like a fight was about to break out, and that was exactly the sort of thing the mall didn't want happening -- especially during busy periods like Saturdays.
"She was looking for the restrooms and didn't make it in time," Mariah answered smoothly, just as Sheila repeated, "she fucking pissed on me!" and pointed at her.
The cop looked at them again. On the one side, the giggling blonde who looked like she'd been crying and the redhead in front of her looked exactly like the sort of upscale customer the mall wanted to attract; Mariah twisted her wrist slightly, ensuring he saw not only her Victoria's Secret bag, but the Anne Fontaine bag next to it. The girls on the other side looked like run of the mill high school kids, but with a vibe he didn't like. Their leader sure looked like she'd pissed herself, and the other two looked immaculate.
"Will this take long, officer?" Mariah asked politely. "We have reservations at the Back Room." If JJ's was the casual restaurant at Deer Meadow Hills, JJ's Back Room -- the restaurant-within-a-restaurant -- was an entirely different kind of "casual," with an entirely different kind of clientele.
Still, everybody except the redhead looked surprised at this development. If she was lying, it would be easy enough to catch her. "Don't worry, miss. What name is the reservation under? We can let them know you might be delayed."
"Haskell," she smiled sweetly.
The name tipped the scales, as she'd guessed it would. Beautiful young women, wearing expensive clothes, making expensive purchases, dining at expensive restaurants, and with expensive last names -- all of it flowing to the mall's bottom line. It wasn't favoritism so much as it was just a weighing of factors to reach a reasonable judgment. "On second thought, Miss Haskell, you can go along to your lunch now. Enjoy the rest of your visit."
"You lying cunt!" Sheila shouted. "This isn't over!"
"Perhaps you girls would like to continue shopping elsewhere today," the mall cop suggested repressively. While he and his partner herded Sheila and her friends toward the mall entrance, Mariah gently tugged Zoe in the direction of the restaurant.
"I thought we were going to JJ's," Zoe hiccupped, and wiped salty teardrops from her cheeks. Feeling self-conscious, she was sure she looked like a wreck next to Mariah's composed beauty.
"We are going to JJ's," Mariah assured her as they swept in.A hostess not much older than they were escorted them upstairs, through the dividing partition, and to one of the curtained booths at the rear of the restaurant. "I just thought you'd prefer someplace a little quieter to talk -- and after that little confrontation, I've had enough public debate for one day." She leaned in to deposit her purchases on one bench, and Zoe scooted in on the other side of the table; Mariah sat down beside the blonde, instead of next to her bags. "Isn't this cozy?"
The waitress arrived with a bottle of sparkling water before Zoe could answer. Janet introduced herself and solicited drink orders; Zoe asked for strawberry lemonade, and Mariah ordered a virgin banana daiquiri. "I love the taste of virgin bananas," she confided when they were alone again.
"Aren't you ever serious?" Zoe wondered, her spirits lifting a bit as she tried to put the confrontation downstairs behind her. She concentrated on the menu, looking for something uncomplicated and not too expensive.
Mariah had already set her menu aside. "I'm serious about the things I want," she purred. "That's why I'm here with you. Now, why did you pick today to decide to meet me?"
"Let's get our food first," Zoe demurred. She was able to delay any further serious questions until drinks, potstickers, and a pair of chopped salads had been delivered and partially consumed. With the edge taken off her hunger, the blonde set down her fork and looked at Mariah.
"I saw a porno film with you in it," she began.
Of course, Mariah perked up immediately rather than displaying any embarrassment or hesitation. "Oh, cool! You are such the surprise, Zoe -- I wouldn't have figured you for that." She took in Zoe's expression. "You didn't think I was going to deny it, did you?" the redhead laughed. "Where did you find it? Spill! I want to know all the details!"
Zoe shook her head and replied, "It's a complicated story I don't intend to share. What I want to know is, did the school or TRAINCO have anything to do with this?"
Mariah turned coy. "Which one was it?"
"So they are involved with pornography?" countered Zoe.
"It's a complicated story," Mariah parroted. "I'd need to know which video you saw to give you an honest answer. C'mon, Zoe, which one was it?" She grinned. "Was I hot? Did you like it?"
Zoe sighed, "I think it was called 'Two-Fisted Pleasure Addict'."
Mariah looked disgusted. "I never know the titles, although it sounds like maybe that's a good thing. 'Two-Fisted Pleasure Addict'? That could be anything! Describe it -- what did I do?"
The present location didn't seem to be the sort of place Zoe would have chosen for this, but it was quiet and private. She glanced at the curtain closing off their booth, pretty much the same in substance (if not style) as the curtains at the Leopard's Lair, and they hadn't done much good. Still...
"It started with you in a bikini," Zoe began, "and I think you'd already had sex because you were dripping semen. You used a dildo to get yourself off. Then you were at the market, and you stole two cucumbers and stuck them in yourself, and sat on a bench and masturbated with them."
"Zoe," laughed Mariah, "you make it sound like Masterpiece Theatre or something! That's so clinical; wasn't there mood music or suggestive dialog or something?"
"I had it pretty much muted," Zoe admitted.
"Didn't want your parents to hear it?" guessed Mariah.
"Not really, I," the blonde started, before remembering she wanted to ask the questions. "Anyway, do you remember it yet?"
"Maybe," Mariah hedged. "I was at the market a couple of times last summer, before school started. What else? Was anybody else with me?"
Zoe shook her head. "Not there. But in the next scene, your mother caught you masturbating in bed and spanked you! Mariah, was that really your mother with you?"
"My stage mother," the redhead not-answered. "You couldn't hear any dialog?"
"No, I told you the sound was off!" responded Zoe, getting frustrated. "Doesn't any of this sound familiar?"
Mariah heaved a sigh. "Zoe, maybe it seems like a big deal from your viewpoint, but I masturbate all the time, and I've fucked a lot of boys, and done more than one of these videos. Look; describe the scene carefully and I'll see if it matches the one I think you might have seen."
"If you're thinking of something, why don't you describe it to me instead," the blonde suggested. "It'll be easier to compare that way, I think."
"You just want to experience it again, don't you?" Mariah teased, and Zoe blushed but maintained a level gaze. "Okay, we'll try it your way," the redhead sighed, and leaned back against the bench.
"Ooooh," Mariah's throaty moan startled Zoe. The redhead broke character and sat up. "You said it started with me masturbating in bed, right?"
"Oh, right," giggled Zoe, "you just surprised me. Yeah, you had one dildo in your pussy and you were sucking on another one. They were pretty large, and looked just like real cocks."
"Yeah, they were great," sighed Mariah. "Anyway, I'm masturbating and sucking on them, right?" She leaned back and released a long sigh, then shaped her lips into an "O" and pantomimed inserting something between them. After a moment, she dropped the hand and sat up abruptly. "This is where my mother comes in and I pull the sheet over myself, right?" Zoe nodded. "Then what? I can't act out both parts."
The blonde thought for a moment, then picked up her napkin and waved it at the redhead. "Look at these filthy panties!" she parodied. "I can't believe I raised my daughter to be such a slut!"
"Something like that," laughed Mariah. She assumed an air of bewilderment and asked, "But, Mommy dearest, what do you mean? I am pure; I have no idea what you are talking about."
"I'm so sure," Zoe giggled, dropping her napkin and flipping the edge of the tablecloth up off their laps and over the remains of their forgotten salads. She froze at the sight of Mariah's pushed-up skirt as the redhead probed her pussy with a pair of fingers. "Mariah!" she gasped. "You can't do that here!"
"This is when she slapped me, right?" Mariah asked, trailing a glistening fingertip up towards her navel and then down again.
"Yeah," gulped the blonde, "and then pulled you over her lap. Don't you dare move!" She warned Mariah, "I am not spanking you!" Nevertheless, she couldn't take her eyes off the other girl's delectable mound, and twitched as she felt her own dampen.
The redhead started slapping the top of her thigh lightly with her left hand, slowly at first and then increasingly rapidly. She glanced at Zoe, who nodded, recognizing the rhythm. Both girls were quiet, lips parted, staring at the flicking fingers.
Zoe tensed slightly as they approached the point where Mariah's mother had grabbed the first of the dildos. As usual with the redhead, she realized that somewhere she'd completely ceded control of the encounter. Mariah reached over and lifted Zoe's hand, fighting token resistance before placing it over her bare pussy. Zoe felt the warmth of the redhead's bare skin and labial rings, and then Mariah was using her hand to force Zoe's middle finger into the creaming heat of her slit.
"Mommy, I've been a bad girl," Mariah whispered, resuming the rapping of her thigh as she continued to guide Zoe's finger in and out of herself.
A minute later, Zoe cleared her throat and, on her second try, managed to whisper, "We shouldn't be doing this." They were looking each other in the eyes, and the blonde's finger was stroking on its own now.
"Do you want to stop?"
Zoe *didn't* want to stop -- she wanted to watch Mariah squirm and feel her climax; she wanted to stroke herself, and ease the molten need building up inside her dripping snatch. But they were in public! The waitress could come back any minute and catch them like this. "I think I need to use the bathroom," the blonde stammered, belatedly withdrawing her hand.
Mariah looked disappointed. "That's just cruel," she pouted. "I was so looking forward to finally seeing your pretty pussy, and you want to run away and jill off by yourself. Is that what you did when you watched me before?"
"No, I really need to pee," Zoe objected. It was the truth, but she still blushed in the face of Mariah's accusations. As if putting her need into words had intensified it, her bladder throbbed. "I haven't gone since breakfast. Please let me out, Mariah."
"I think I have a solution that could make all of us happy," Mariah smiled. "Besides, you haven't seen how I think the video ended!" She turned toward Zoe and reached out to quickly unbutton the blonde's fly.
"Mariah!" Zoe hissed, trying to keep her voice down, as she batted at the redhead's hands on her zipper. The close fit of the jeans meant it was nearly impossible to pull the zipper up with one hand while she was seated, and it inexorably slid further down as their battle continued.
Suddenly, Mariah, who had been leaning nearly into Zoe's lap, slid sideways under the table. The folds of the tablecloth, caught between the table and the back of the redhead's sweater, pulled everything toward the edge. Zoe reflexively jabbed her hands against the table, pinning the tablecloth in place as the free edge flopped down, and preserving her salad from a dive into her lap. The downside was that she ceded the battle for her zipper to Mariah, who began slowly pulling the jeans down her hips; Zoe tried to press herself against the seat, but the leather upholstery and low rise of the jeans meant her efforts were mostly ineffective. She gripped the waistband, playing tug-of-war.
Worse, Zoe caught the hint of a footstep outside. She schooled herself to stillness as their waitress pulled the curtain aside and looked in.
"How are you two doing?" Janet inquired, glancing at the table. "Is everything tasting okay?"
"It's very nice, thanks," replied Zoe.She gracefully transferred her napkin back to her lap, covering the bare skin that appeared as Mariah silently tugged her jeans down to her ankles.
"Can I get you another lemonade?" the waitress persisted. "Would your friend like another drink?"
Zoe could feel Mariah shaking with repressed laughter between her legs. The humor of the situation was getting to her, and she fought a giggle of her own. "Sure," she decided, "get us both another drink."
"I'll have that for you right away," promised Janet, and she stepped back, drawing the curtain closed. She reappeared a second later, summoned by Zoe's yelp. "Did you say something?"
"Oh!" the blonde repeated, in a more measured tone. "I dropped my fork under the table; could you bring me another?" Zoe didn't mention she'd dropped it when Mariah had pushed her tongue against Zoe's thong.
"Certainly," Janet smiled before disappearing again.
"Mariah, stop!" Zoe whispered urgently, and pushed at the head-sized lump in the tablecloth between her legs. That didn't dissuade Mariah from pulling her forward until she balanced on the edge of the seat, and stripping her underwear down her legs too. The napkin dropped to the floor beside the fork, unnoticed.
Zoe wriggled again, but to release nervous energy rather than struggle, as Mariah's tongue started delicately lapping away the nectar leaking from her pink folds. It felt so much better than a finger or her dildo, infinitely soft and flexible but firm and warm. The redhead's breath teased the soft hairs of the patch atop her mound and her fingers trailed lightly down the insides of Zoe's thighs, leaving goose bumps behind them.
Eyes unfocused, Zoe thought back to the image of Mariah she'd watched earlier in the morning, and felt herself come quickly to the edge of orgasm, fueled by the intense stimulation between her legs and the knowledge that it was Mariah herself doing the stimulating. A hard object pressed against her anus before slipping wetly into it; after a moment, Zoe recognized it as the handle of her dropped fork. Her objections died unvoiced as Mariah redoubled her attentions to the blonde's throbbing clit.
Janet picked that moment to return with the drinks, which she placed on the table before extending a new set of silverware, wrapped in a napkin, to the trembling blonde. Zoe, using her off hand, fumbled it. Both young women watched the bundle fall, spin off the edge of the table, ricochet against the seat back, and slide across the smooth leather to fall under the table with a dull thud. "I'll get it," the waitress offered brightly, and stooped before a stricken Zoe could get in a word.
After a long moment which seemed to last much longer, Janet rose and placed the silverware bundle silently on the end of the table, staring at Zoe with wide eyes and open mouth. Zoe stared back at her, wondering if this was how she had appeared to Mariah at the opening assembly. It was eerily the same, except the waitress was a few years older and this was so much nastier.... Mariah began stirring the fork handle in her ass and slurping noisily, and Zoe shook as her knuckles whitened on the edge of the table.
"Oooooh fuck," the blonde moaned, and shuddered into a delicious orgasm as the waitress fled. The only thing better than this, Zoe thought, would be to have Dean fucking her instead of Mariah's tongue. Or maybe to have Dean fucking her while she was riding Mariah's tongue. That thought was enough to make her climax again, biting her lip in an attempt to avoid crying out.
Mariah gave her a moment to catch her breath before commenting from beneath the table, "I thought you needed to pee. I'm waiting."
"That's gross," Zoe objected.
The soft laugh beneath the table wafted across her cunt, teasing her. "It didn't feel so gross in the hall with Ms. Petersen, did it?" A tongue trailed down her dripping slit. "Go on -- I want to drink you up as much as you want to let it go!"
Zoe had always thought of something like that as perverted, but none of the girls -- or Ms. Petersen -- she'd seen at school had seemed to mind, and Mariah said she wanted it. It had felt so exciting to piss in the library, and she remembered the mild high she'd felt that morning when she wet herself in bed and masturbated. It was erotic, wasn't it? A little spurt of urine escaped, and Mariah's mouth clamped over her, sucking.
That decided her; tentatively at first, and then relaxing completely, Zoe let the hot urine jet out of her and down Mariah's throat. It felt empowering to know she was sitting there half naked in an expensive restaurant while perhaps the most beautiful girl in school worshipped her cunt and let herself be used like a human toilet. The redhead took it all, apparently missing not a single drop.
Mariah wriggled back onto the seat beside her as Zoe leaned back, feeling emptied out and totally relaxed. The two girls shared a deep kiss; Zoe tasted the sharp tang of her urine on Mariah's tongue.
Janet cleared her throat, attracting their attention. "Is there anything else I can bring you, ladies?" Zoe thought it was cute the way she avoided making eye contact for more than a brief moment at a time, but seemed unable to look away from them. "Would you like some boxes for your salads?"
Zoe nodded, and then added, "yes, please," unsure the waitress had seen her.
"And let's see the dessert tray," Mariah chimed in, with the angelic smile Zoe knew meant trouble for somebody.
"Go easy on her," Zoe urged after Janet left. Despite her concern, she couldn't help laughing as she added, "can't you see she's practically freaking out?" Her jeans and underwear were still tangled around her feet on the floor, but the blonde took the opportunity to reach between her legs and draw the fork out of her asshole. The handle was smeared all the way to the base of the head, and Zoe handled it gingerly as she laid it on her bread plate.
"Janet can look out for herself," Mariah laughed back, "but we're not ending this meal before we share dessert." A little more seriously, she judged, "I think she would have said something to somebody already if she really had a problem. Here she comes -- just play along and stay cool!"
Sure enough, the waitress was back, depositing a pair of empty foam take-home containers in the middle of the table and perching a tray filled with pastries and cakes at the end of it. "All of our desserts are made fresh in-house every day," Janet began. "This is our molten chocolate lava cake, optionally served a la mode; carrot cake with cream cheese frosting; caramel apple pie with a scoop of cinnamon..."
Her presentation petered out as Mariah leaned back into Zoe, raising her left foot onto the seat, and drawing the hem of her skirt upwards until her wet sex was completely exposed. Zoe wrapped her arms around Mariah, cradling her breasts through the sweater, and craned her head over the redhead's shoulder to enjoy the view.
"My God, are those real?" Janet whispered, staring at the rings adorning Mariah's glistening labia. She looked around as if she were about to bolt, but surprised Zoe by not moving. "How old are you little perverts, anyway?"
"Old enough," Mariah assured her with a smile. "Are you sure you wouldn't like a little taste for dessert? I'm very sweet."
"I'm sure," agreed the waitress, with a faint smile, "but you're not on the menu, and it's not worth my job. I think perhaps we should all pass on dessert." Picking up the tray, she departed, saying, "I'll just get your bill, shall I?"
"You are so bad!" giggled Zoe. "Don't you ever worry about getting caught?"
"You've caught me right now, and that doesn't seem to have worked out so badly." Mariah repositioned the blonde's hands so Zoe could feel her nipples pressing against the sweater. "But come on, one of us can still have dessert -- it's your turn under the table!"
Zoe already had been thinking about Mariah's pussy in a way that made her own wet again. "Don't pee on me," she warned the redhead, "I'm not into that."
"Yet," Mariah quipped. After catching a glimpse of Zoe's frown, she turned serious and added, "I'll behave."
Remembering her earlier brush with disaster, Zoe eyed the tablecloth carefully as she slid down the seat and underneath the table. It was a little cramped, and she took a moment to shed her shoes and kick the jeans free of her ankles so she could move about more easily. Mariah already had scooted forward, lifted her skirt out of the way, and spread her legs; Zoe crawled between them and examined the bald pussy on display before her.
It looked a lot like her own, except it was entirely devoid of hair and sported a pair of rings on each side. Still, it was the first time she'd ever been this close to one before. She leaned closer and inhaled deeply, savoring the heady scent of Mariah's musk. Zoe ran a finger lightly along the bare lips, watching the rings twist in the dim light, and then pushed a finger inwards. It encountered no resistance, sliding easily into Mariah's slick heat and emerging coated with lubrication.
Zoe sucked her finger clean, delighting in the taste that was so nearly hers but with some ineffable difference that made her drip and want more. The blonde began licking Mariah's pubis, cleaning the dewdrops that clung to it, and then her tongue darted inside the redhead and she began working in earnest. Zoe might not have eaten out a girl before, but she knew what she liked and -- as Dean had discovered -- she was a natural.
Mariah was moaning and sighing when Janet returned with the bill. "Can't you two keep it down?" the waitress pleaded. "The nearest tables can almost hear you."
"Tell them we really liked the cannoli," Mariah replied, "and put it all on this."
"Hey!" Zoe objected, hitting her head on the bottom of the table. "I thought we were splitting the bill!" She fumbled in the pocket of her hoodie for some money, and thrust it in the direction of Janet's leg.The waitress knelt and accepted it, taking a long look at Zoe, who belatedly remembered she was naked from the waist down. Something about the situation ignited a perverse streak in Zoe, and she began stroking her clit, displaying it for Janet, before diving back into Mariah's creaming snatch and redoubling her efforts to bring off the redhead.
It didn't take her long to bring Mariah to a vocal climax. Just as with Dean, the rush of moisture from a shuddering body combined with her own teasing finger brought Zoe over the edge into her own delicious orgasm.
Out of breath and feeling flushed, she tossed her clothing onto the seat beside the shopping bags and crawled out from under the end of the table. Zoe unzipped the hoodie and flapped the ends, cooling herself, while she and Mariah traded looks of sated pleasure.
Finally, the blonde looked over at her clothes and threaded the thong off of the leg of her jeans. Zoe considered it for a moment and proceeded to dry her crotch with the scrap of fabric. "Here," she giggled, "you collect these," and tossed it to Mariah.
She was just fastening her jeans when Janet returned, wearing a worried expression that relaxed considerably when she saw the girls. "Oh good," she whispered, "somebody complained to the manager. Just look respectable, okay?" The waitress placed the bill wallet on the table near Mariah and, in a louder voice, told them, "thanks again for visiting JJ's; I hope we see you again soon!" With a final wink, she departed, leaving the curtain open behind her.
Zoe plopped on the seat next to the bags, obscuring her bare feet, and began transferring the remains of their salads into the take-home boxes while Mariah added a tip to the charge slip and signed it. Both of them smiled politely at the severe-looking gentleman who circulated by a minute later; he slowed beside their booth, but neither stopped nor spoke to them before moving away.
The girls dissolved into laughter. "Look at this!" Mariah gasped, pushing the charge slip across the table to Zoe. "Thanks!" was scribbled at the top, and "Guest Copy" was circled at the bottom; but Zoe saw that "Your Server: Janet" was underlined, and a phone number was written beneath it.
"Oh my God," giggled Zoe, "are you going to call her?"
Mariah retrieved the slip and copied the number to the top of the slip before tearing it in half. "I don't know; maybe you should call her -- I swear she spent more time looking at you than me." She gave the bottom part back to Zoe.
"No, really?" Surprised, and feeling a mix of satisfaction and embarrassment, Zoe pushed the scrap into a pocket and concentrated on boxing up the last salad. "I couldn't do that," she finally admitted, "I already have a relationship with Dean. I couldn't cheat on him!"
"What do you call this?" Mariah asked, rolling her eyes.
"I --" Zoe stopped, completely flustered. "God, why do you always do this to me? It's like every time I'm around you, things go all crazy and nothing ends up like I expected!"
"You're so sweet." Mariah blew her a kiss. "And here I was thinking I wasn't getting to you. Luckily for you, I'm not the jealous type, so you can just go on hooking up with both of us."
"I haven't hooked up with anybody," objected Zoe. "Technically," she added after seeing Mariah's expression of disbelief.
"Technically?" Mariah rolled the word slowly off her tongue. "As in, 'technically I'm still a virgin'?" She laughed when Zoe nodded. "I'm sorry, Zoe, I'm not being mean, but what's the difference?"
"I haven't had intercourse; you know, with a penis inside me. Everybody knows this other stuff doesn't count; it's just -- like masturbating but with two people."
Mariah wove her fingers together and cradled her chin on them. "I'm fascinated. So, is Dean 'technically' a virgin, too? What are you two waiting for -- your honeymoon?"
Zoe blushed and shook her head. "No! I just don't want to rush into anything serious I might regret later." She gestured vaguely in the direction of the mall. "I saw how that worked for my friend, and she only took a crappy picture that didn't hardly even show anything."
"Zoe, it isn't serious -- it's a cock. Like masturbating with a vibrator, but without batteries," Mariah grinned. "And don't act like you don't know what I mean, because I got a good look and you've had something in there before." Giggling at the thought, she continued, "Dean must be dying! You know, I could give him some relief and break him in for you -- he'd still be just as good, or better..."
"This isn't a joke!" Zoe screamed, stung by the thought of Dean with Mariah.
"Hey, calm down," Mariah urged her, holding up her hands. "I'm just saying that both of you are made for sex; OMG, Zoe, you are so hot and it should be illegal to use a tongue like you do. I just don't see a point in waiting, and you might regret the wasted time later." The redhead smiled to underline her humor before adding, "and it's a shame to keep Dean's cock all to yourself if you aren't going to use it."
Zoe smiled sheepishly, not immune to compliments -- especially when they came from somebody who was obviously more experienced and so sexy herself. "Sorry," she apologized, "I guess I'm just a little insecure. Leave it alone, okay?" Mariah nodded, not that Zoe planned to trust her around Dean anyway.
She was bent over, putting on her shoes, when Zoe heard the faint reminder beep from the phone in her pocket. She'd missed the text message when it came in earlier.
"s&k po'd & w8ng 4 u. go 2 macys -- shea"
"Some people can't take a joke," Mariah commented after Zoe relayed the message. "What do you think? Do you trust her?"
"Shea? Yeah, I think so. Let's see what she says." Zoe started typing, and got a response almost immediately. "She's at the Macy's mall entrance on the upper level; apparently Sheila and her pals have most of the exits staked out." Mariah looked impatient, so the blonde shared a bit more of her thinking. "Shea doesn't know what they're planning, but I don't want to mess with Sheila if I can avoid it. If we go past Shea, she'll just tell everybody she didn't see us and there's no problem. Where did you park?"
"Over on the far end, outside Needless Markup."
"That's okay," Zoe decided. "I'm near the mall entrance in the deck, but Macy's isn't that far. I can drive you around to your car."
Mariah groused, "you certainly have interesting friends," but joined Zoe in standing. She tucked the thong into the Victoria's Secret bag and then picked up her bags and accepted one of the take-out boxes from Zoe.
"Hardly friends," Zoe muttered. She typed a last message, "on way," and pocketed her phone as they walked out. The pair exited through the restaurant's smaller upstairs entrance and turned left; the anchor store came into view almost immediately, and it took Zoe only a minute to spot Shea's pink and white coat near the top of the escalator just outside the store entrance. They passed within about 10 yards of Shea, who pointedly continued to scan the mall behind them and didn't even glance at Zoe when the blonde smiled at her.
It took them several chilly minutes to cross part of the deck, descend a flight of stairs to the lower level, and locate her father's car. Zoe unlocked the doors and snatched her coat to make room for Mariah in the passenger's seat; she remembered the DVD as soon she saw the brown bag sitting there, but Mariah grabbed it and sat down before the blonde could do anything. Zoe shrugged and started the car, hoping the engine would warm up quickly.
Mariah started laughing hysterically as soon as she slid the DVD case out of the bag. "This picture makes me look like such a bimbo! I can't believe you brought this with you, Zoe!" She looked over the case more carefully. "How did you find this, anyway? It's not like my name is on it."
Blushing, Zoe admitted, "I thought I recognized you on a different one, but couldn't find it again. I found this by looking for the same distributor."
Mariah laughed harder. "You collect my porno videos? I so misjudged you!"
"It's not like that!" objected Zoe, but she was laughing too. "This is the first adult movie I ever saw, and I only bought it because they wouldn't let me watch it otherwise. I'm not into kinky stuff like you."
"Says the girl who just got off with another girl in a public restaurant in front of a total stranger! And don't try to tell me you bought this at Target."
"That," said Zoe, trying to regain the high ground, "is evidence, and I protect my sources. Speaking of which, you never did tell me how it got made. *Did* TRAINCO have anything to do with it?"
Suddenly serious, Mariah silently looked at her for a long moment. "And what if I said yes? What would you do then?"
A car honked behind them, impatiently waiting for their parking space. "Screw you," Zoe shouted. Putting the car in gear, she backed out and started towards the parking deck exit. "I'd blow the whistle on them," she answered the redhead. "It's illegal, and unethical, and they shouldn't be taking advantage of us like that. Even those of us who don't seem to mind it."
"You'd never be able to prove it, you know, hypothetically, if it were true," Mariah countered. "Not from just this, or even talking to me. Nobody would believe you."
"Help me," Zoe pleaded. "I know you know things about what's going on; share them with me."
The redhead considered. "Come with me to Spots sometime," she finally offered. "Hell, bring Dean if you want to. Just play along; I think I could show you something you'd like to see."
"I'll think about it," replied Zoe, hesitant in her turn. She relished the thought of making progress in her investigation, but an invitation to "play along" with Mariah made her wary -- especially with Dean involved. As she'd learned again today, Mariah brought out parts of herself she wasn't sure about and didn't seem to be able to control.Zoe thought about it even more after she had dropped Mariah at her car, exchanged a parting kiss, and watched the redhead drive away. After calling home with a status report, she worried over the issue the entire drive back. Was there some safer, more controllable way to find out what she wanted? | ft ws mf fsolo m+f+ Fff oral reluc sm Mf cbt MF anal inc ff | Part 4 of 7 | Authors/Virtual_Scott/Prospects/Prospects4.txt |
91,916 | Virtual Scott | Prospects | Zoe pushed the cereal around her bowl and reviewed her plans for the day. The business about the nurse had been percolating in the back of her head for a while now, and it seemed that today was as good a day as any to follow up on it.
It defied reasonable belief that a body piercing operation like Paige described could be located at Hyde without raising a stink. Of course, Zoe knew by now that just writing about it would be worthless; an editorial black hole existed to swallow every article she produced.
As Zoe figured it, actually *getting* a piercing would provide incontrovertible evidence of official complicity. It'd be much better than Paige's unsubstantiated word. Dean could even photograph it. She squirmed in anticipation at the thought of showing Dean.
The puzzle she'd been working on was what kind of piercing to get. Zoe thought it should be, well, sexual; something noteworthy. Nobody would care about a pierced ear, or navel, or eyebrow, or whatever. Nipple piercings like Paige were out -- there was no way Zoe could hide those from her parents, even without the chain. A casual glance at her mother's hard nipples poking dimples in her thin blouse as she loaded the dishwasher confirmed anything there would be pretty visible.
Getting pierced "down there" like Mariah seemed, well, a little radical. She'd have to expose herself to somebody for it, even if it was in a clinical setting. It wasn't like Zoe *wanted* to get pierced; it was just for a story and the information.
She'd finally decided a tongue stud seemed like the way to go. It wouldn't show much, and she could pretend to have a cold or something for a few days if it was swollen. Plus, Zoe thought, she'd *really* have something to show Dean -- it could be his Valentine's Day gift.
Becky Ryan returned her daughter's smile. She'd been a little worried that Zoe had seemed down after the holidays, and it was good to know she was enjoying school again.
Zoe knocked gently on the frosted glass door labeled "Nurse Station / Urgent Care -- Shefali Patel, RN" before opening it.
"Come in, please," invited an attractive woman in a trim white lab coat. "I'm Nurse Patel, but I hope you will call me Shefali. Please lock the door behind you and tell me how I can assist you." She gestured to an armchair beside her cleared desk. "First, may I please see your badge?"
Zoe handed it over, uncertainly. The nurse inspected it and plugged it into a reader, then studied the popup on her monitor. "Thank you, Zoe; you may have your badge back now." She noticed the teen's hesitancy. "Do not be concerned. I merely have confirmed you are an active student here and are eligible for service."
"Is there a record of my visit?"
"Of course; we keep careful records. But they all constitute part of your medical history, which is stringently protected by law. In fact, I am proud to say TRAINCO also observes EU regulations, which are even more stringent than HIPPA requirements in some respects. Nobody other than the two of us will see your records without a court order."
"Not even my parents?" Zoe asked dubiously.
Shefali checked the monitor. "No. The system shows that when you registered, they waived custodial rights with respect to your medical care, and you did not elect to grant them access to your medical records." Zoe's mind boggled at that statement. Apparently she and her mother had not examined that stack of fine print closely enough! "Now please, be at ease. What brought you here today?"
"I heard you can do piercings?" Zoe asked, a bit uncertainly. "A friend told me about it."
"Oh, yes!" Shefali confirmed happily. "I can perform a wide variety of cosmetic and personal hygiene procedures. I have a brochure, if you would care to examine it."
It was a long list, starting with inoculations, acne treatments, contraceptives and pregnancy testing, pedicures, manicures, and quickly graduating to words Zoe did not recognize. "Can I take this with me?"
"Regretfully, no. We wish to avoid needlessly upsetting those in the community who would otherwise be prone to interfere with the choices of others who share different beliefs."
"That makes sense," Zoe agreed. "I just don't understand half of the things you have listed here!"
"So true!" The nurse had a musical laugh. "The medical community likes to be its own little club! But, I am here to interpret for you. I believe you mentioned a piercing? What kind are you interested in?"
"I was thinking of a tongue stud," Zoe said.
"Oh yes, an excellent choice! Attractive, and very useful too, for a young lady such as yourself," Shefali added with a knowing look. "For you, I think I would recommend our standard barbell. Are you very familiar with these types of appliances?"
"Not at all," admitted the teen.
"Well, I will tell you for your information. Our exclusive system has several benefits compared to what you may find available elsewhere." She rummaged in a cabinet drawer and extracted a small box. "Here is what you get. Unlike some other models, this one unscrews like so" -- she demonstrated -- "so it is possible to remove or replace it, although it takes some practice to master."
Shefali dropped the barbell a few inches to the desktop, where it bounced quietly a few times before coming to a rest. "Very importantly, our studs are coated with a proprietary cushioning layer that also has the same antimicrobial properties as surgical steel! This means you will not risk chipping your pretty teeth accidentally."
She picked up the barbell and replaced it in the box. "Lastly, our advanced installation process allows me to place the stud in your tongue with much less trauma and dramatically faster recovery time than conventional piercing. Most people experience almost no swelling at all, which is how we are able to avoid temporary use of a longer post."
Zoe picked up the box and looked at it. The general process sounded in line with what Paige had intimated, and sounded less threatening than she'd expected. "So this is it?"
"Well, not this exact stud," Shefali explained, "it is not sterilized. But I do recommend the ball to begin with. You will find it has all the sensation you desire, without the edges and corners some users find annoying. You may always replace the balls with another shape in the future, if you desire."
"I want to get this one," Zoe decided. "What do I have to do next?"
"Well, we can do that now; the procedure is very quick." The nurse tapped a couple of keys and studied her monitor. "Hmmm, but I see we will need to do a physical first."
"What?" Zoe hadn't planned on that. "A physical? Why?"
"To make sure you are in good physical health. I do not wish to play games with your body, Zoe. If you got an infection, you could become very sick. And it is good to be proactive and have a baseline for you. This too is not a very strenuous procedure. If I keep you long enough that you are late for your next class, I will give you a medical tardy slip your teacher will accept."
"Let's get on with it, then."
"Try to sound more excited, Zoe! I am not an ogre, am I?" Shefali opened the rear door of the office. "Here is the exam room; please remove your clothes and sit on the table, and I will be with you momentarily."
Zoe looked around the small room. She had hung her jacket and ID badge on a wall hook and was unbuttoning her blouse when Shefali rejoined her, carrying a sealed stud box and an electronic tablet. It was hard to continue undressing in the presence of a stranger, personable as she was, but the nurse seemed sensitive to her mood and pointedly studied the tablet rather than Zoe.
The teen didn't realize it, but that was because the database record for Ryan, Zoe contained flagged special instructions, in addition to her standard physical measurements and inoculation history, and Shefali was considering them carefully.
"Underwear too, please, Zoe," Shefali directed after a quick glance.
Zoe was glad she was wearing black bikinis today, which didn't show dampness easily, and that it was still early in the day.
"You are a beautiful young lady, Zoe," the nurse complimented her. "This will not take a minute, I assure you." It actually took rather more than a minute, and was far more thorough than the last examination Zoe had received from her family doctor. It was particularly disconcerting to have Shefali peering closely at her legs, armpits, and pubic area.
Finally Shefali announced, "well, Zoe, you are in excellent health." She consulted the notes she'd entered on the tablet again. "However, there are a few things I would like to discuss with you."
Zoe nodded nervously.
"First, I detect some dryness on your legs. This probably is from hot showers and too much use of soap, which dries your skin. It is nothing to be concerned about, but I think some moisturizing would help with that and keep your skin from cracking."
"Also, I found a few ingrown hairs above your pubic mound and under your armpits."You have shaved there, yes?"
Oh God, thought Zoe, how embarrassing. She nodded again. "I had to trim a bit more for the new two-piece swimsuits."
"I thought so. Shaving is not good for your skin, Zoe."
"How can that be?" Zoe asked. "Everybody shaves all the time, and nothing ever happens."
"No, no," Shefali objected, waving a finger back and forth. "People thought cigarette smoking was okay once also, yes, and they were mistaken. This is not so bad a thing as that." She pulled up a diagram on the tablet and showed it to the teen.
"You see? Getting scraped by a razor like that damages the skin, irritating it and making it more vulnerable to infections. Additionally, the hair remains and grows back, like a weed when you just break it off instead of uprooting it. The regrown hair actually may become thicker and coarser than it was before, and if it is trapped below the skin and becomes ingrown, it can cause blackheads or worse problems. It is better to remove the hair permanently."
"You mean waxing, or electrolysis?" Zoe asked. What she'd heard about both left her feeling it would be better to just leave the hair alone.
"Those techniques are unnecessarily painful and slow, and do not work so well," stated the nurse. "I recommend use of a special depilatory cream."
The blonde wrinkled her nose. "Like Nair? That stuff is nasty!"
Shefali grimaced too. "Yes, I would agree with you. For stripping paint perhaps, but not for a woman's skin! No, we have a proprietary formula" -- Zoe seemed to be hearing that phrase a lot -- "that is far superior. It will moisturize and strengthen your skin, while removing your unwanted hair permanently and painlessly. It is very popular."
Zoe looked down at herself. "How permanent is 'permanent'?" She'd remembered waiting for her tuft to sprout at puberty and wasn't sure she was ready to say goodbye to it forever.
The woman followed her gaze. "Completely permanent, I must say. You have a choice to make, Zoe. For myself, I would say to remove it; it is much easier to care for. But you must decide for yourself."
She thought about it. What would she look like, bare? Like Mariah, perhaps? "Take it all off," Zoe said, suddenly enthusiastic.
"You are sure? This is not a decision you can reverse."
Zoe nodded.
"Very good," Shefali congratulated her. "Now, this will be a little messy but not so bad. First, let's do up your hair and get it all under this cap, yes? We do not want to remove any of this."
Zoe donned the shower cap and checked carefully to make sure her tresses were completely tucked into it.
Meanwhile, the nurse had donned some elbow-length gloves and looked like she was ready to start painting a house. "Okay, Zoe, all I need is for you to stand here, with your legs apart like so and remain still. Do not be disconcerted; I must touch you all over to make sure the cream is completely distributed."
With that, she removed the lid from a bucket and began painting a faintly cool purple gel down Zoe's arm, using what appeared to be a normal paint brush. Using broad strokes, Shefali progressively covered nearly all of the girl's body from shoulders to toes. "Now the mess," Shefali announced. Setting the brush aside, she dipped both hands in the bucket and began to spread more of the gel across Zoe, working out from the brush strokes and massaging it across every inch of her skin below the neck.
It was particularly embarrassing for Zoe to feel the nurse massaging the gel around and into her crotch. The only saving grace was that Shefali remained cheerfully impersonal even when she slathered a handful of gel on Zoe's butt and worked it down the length of her crack, even to the point of gliding fingers briefly into her anus and vagina.
"All done!" Shefali announced. "That was not so bad, yes?"
"It was okay, I guess," admitted Zoe.
"Good! Now, if you use the shower here" -- the nurse pushed open the door with her back -- "to rinse all of that off, I will clean up out here and then we will take care of your tongue."
Zoe lumbered carefully into the stall and started the water. It became warm almost immediately, and she washed off the gel under the spray. It melted away from her skin effortlessly, her skin tingling under the pounding of the water. Although she looked for it, Zoe didn't see any hair going down the drain. But when she finished, she didn't see any hair on her body, either.
The blonde ran a hand down one arm. Her hand felt smooth, soft, skin gliding under it. Her arm felt a trail of tingles where the fingertips passed, raising goose bumps momentarily. She shivered. "Shefali, is it normal for my skin to be more sensitive?"
"Sometimes," the nurse answered from the exam room. "I believe the sensation will diminish in a little bit." Actually, it wouldn't diminish at all, but presumably Principal Edwards had his reasons for directing her to use this instead of the more neutral depilatory cream.
Zoe turned off the water and started toweling herself dry. Embarrassingly, her nipples became tight and erect almost immediately after she started rubbing down her breasts. She carefully patted the rest of her body dry, but her bare mound was equally sensitive. Her totally exposed sex was flowered open in glistening readiness. When she removed the shower cap, Zoe was sure she could feel every individual hair that brushed her neck and shoulders.
She wrapped the towel about herself and padded back to the exam room, where Shefali was waiting for her. Zoe's hopes for a dignified escape were crushed.
"Come, come, and let us see how you look! How can we tell anything with you wrapped up like that?" Shefali held out an imperious hand.
Very, very, reluctantly, Zoe let the towel fall away from her body and handed it to the nurse. It felt totally different than being naked in front of somebody with a sexual interest in her. Totally humiliating, actually.
"Yes, I see," Shefali observed, making an additional note on her pad. "Tell me, does this hurt?" She ran a fingertip from Zoe's navel down to just above her pussy. Zoe's insides clenched and a glistening dewdrop of feminine nectar dripped on the floor.
Zoe replied, "no," as she felt the heat of her blush. "It doesn't hurt at all -- it's just really sensitive."
"You can get dressed, then. Hop up on the table when you are done." Another note went into the electronic pad, and Shefali pulled on a new pair of surgical gloves.
Not needing to be told twice, Zoe quickly donned her clothes. They felt a bit prickly, except for her bikinis, which were on their way to becoming sodden. Finally, she had arrived at the point of her visit.
"Now, this is a little tricky," Shefali warned her after arranging the tray to her satisfaction. "You open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I will numb it with this swab, then hold your tongue here and insert the stud and first ball. I then attach the other ball. After a moment, you can rinse your mouth and we are done! Are you ready?"
For her answer, Zoe opened her mouth and extended her tongue.
"Very good!" Shefali praised her, dabbing some green gunk on it. As promised, Zoe lost sensation in her tongue almost immediately. The nurse grabbed something -- Zoe couldn't feel a thing -- with her forceps, and then pushed another instrument into her crowded mouth. "Open wide! Hold still!"
There was a faint "thunk" and the instruments were removed, as the nurse admonished her, "don't move! Don't move!" Then Shefali attached the other ball with a few deft turns of the hand.
"Congratulations, Zoe, that was very well done. Now you have only one task left. I need you to rinse your mouth with this water, and spit it out in the sink, without biting your tongue." She used a small bulb syringe to squirt the water into Zoe's mouth.
Gingerly closing her lips, Zoe swished the water around and walked to the sink. She spit into it, then looked into the small wall mirror above it and opened her mouth. The silver ball glistened atop her tongue.
"How long will it be this way?" she lisped.
Shefali laughed. "About five minutes." She led the way back into the waiting room. "You were an excellent patient, Zoe! Don't forget I'm here if you need me."
"Thanks, Shefali," Zoe said, almost normally. She suspected her skin was going to take as much getting used to as the stud.
After spending lunch with Shefali, Zoe had to suffer impatiently through her chemistry class before she could hunt for Dean at the yearbook room. She still wasn't sure if the sensitivity of her skin had diminished, or she'd just grown a little more accustomed to it. Whatever the case, there was no way she was going to wait any longer than necessary to get some badly-needed release.
Zoe couldn't bear to suffer through another period. "Ms. Petersen, can I borrow Dean? I had an idea for some pictures to go with that article you wanted, but I think the angle of the sun will be wrong if we wait."
The teacher smiled. "I don't think that would be a problem, Zoe. Joanne, will that interfere with what you'd planned to work on today?"
"Oh, like, whatever, Zoe."
Zoe didn't waste another instant in dragging Dean off to the library. He obviously sensed her excuse was a fabrication, but welcomed any time to spend with her. She found one of the team study rooms empty and appropriated it, marking the reservation sheet for the rest of the day.
"Okay, what gives?" Dean asked with easy humor.
"I visited the nurse today," Zoe responded, "and what Paige says is true. I got proof!"
"What proof?" the suddenly curious boy inquired.
"This" -- she stuck out her tongue so he could see the stud in it -- "for one." He looked fascinated, already considering the possibilities, and Zoe eyed the growing bulge in his pants.
Zoe reached beneath her skirt and pushed her dripping panties down her legs, then stepped out of them. "And for another... this." She raised the skirt to display her bare mons and her slippery readiness.
"God, Zoe," he gasped.His look of naked desire made her even hotter, and his pants were actually tenting.
He started fumbling with his zipper, and Zoe knelt to help pull his slacks down and off. Like many of the students, Dean hadn't bothered with underwear today. His rigid cock stood out from his body, but Zoe was appalled to find bite marks on it!
"Dean!" she shouted, then guessed the likely perpetrator. "Mariah did this, didn't she?"
When he nodded guiltily, she almost started to cry. "Why? Why couldn't you control yourself?"
"I did control myself," he protested angrily. "Listen, it wasn't what you think." He tried to calm himself, watching Zoe pace away from him with her arms wrapped around herself. Finally, she turned back to listen.
"It was the end of lunch; I was pissing with the guys." Zoe nodded unwillingly. The potted palm by the door was long gone, but now there were a few tables almost always populated by girls who, for whatever incomprehensible reason, were willing to drink the urine of all comers.
"Anyway, Mariah was there. You know how she is. She made a play, claimed she had an understanding with you, but all she got from me was piss." Dean's frustration started surfacing. "I'm the one standing here with fucking bites -- very painful, thank you -- on my cock, and you're standing there condemning me for something I didn't even do!"
"Look, Zoe, I'm still a virgin, and I want my first time to be with you, but I can't wait forever!" He walked over to her, appeal on his face and rampant need jutting between his legs.
"I just don't know..." she temporized.
"Well, I fucking do!" he snapped, and pushed her backwards onto the table. Zoe screamed a denial as Dean threw himself on top of her, the head of his cock pushing at her before finding her entrance and forcing its way inside.
Zoe screamed a second time as he stretched her. Dean was bigger than her dildo, but she could feel herself creaming around him. He bucked once or twice, and Zoe screamed a third time, orgasming wildly beneath him. The feel of her muscles clenching him spastically set off Dean's climax, and he jetted wad after wad of cum into her.
It wasn't enough, not for either of them. Zoe pushed Dean back onto his feet, and then slid forward off the table to squat on the floor and take him in her talented mouth. She'd always been a great cocksucker, but with the stud, she was beyond awesome -- and Dean was still massively aroused by the situation. It didn't take much time to bring him to another orgasm. Zoe cleaned him carefully, enjoying his hot spunk.
Dean's cock softened slightly in her mouth, and he began pissing into Zoe. The taste exploded on her tongue, and after a surprised instant, she realized it satisfied some craving she hadn't known she had.
Zoe started gulping down the warm piss, excited again. Creamy jism was dripping from her gash and it didn't take many strokes of her fingers against her oh-so-sensitive clit to bring herself off again.
Dean was dry, but Zoe couldn't get enough of him. Coating a finger with the scalding lube dripping from her, she worked it into his ass to massage his prostate. She felt a new frisson of excitement and anticipation as he instantly went quivering rock-hard in her mouth.
She was shocked when he pulled out of her grasp and stepped away, leaving her mouth gaping. Why was he stopping just when he was getting so nice and hard again? Zoe tried to focus on the words he was shaping with his mouth.
"...are you deaf? Do you *want* Mrs. Jones to catch us like this?" Dean asked her again.
"Zoe, is everything okay in there?" the librarian called, knocking on the door. "Did you hear the last bell ring?"
God, the bus! Where had the time gone? "Thanks, Mrs. Jones! I guess I just lost track of time; I'll be right out!" What had she been thinking? She hadn't been thinking, Zoe realized. And there wasn't time for it now. She grabbed her underwear and made an attempt to wipe herself off -- oh God, that felt so good -- and tossed the soiled garment in the trashcan. It looked like she was making a habit of losing underwear in that building.
Dean got a quick kiss goodbye as he was hopping into his pants, and then Zoe was flying out the door to the bus stop.
Behind her, Dean hesitated, and then retrieved the abandoned underwear from the trashcan. He was painfully hard, desperate with desire, and mentally kicking himself for being so stupid. How could he have forced Zoe like that? Having gone all the way, how could he have stopped her when he did? Her aroma still filled the air, driving him wild.
Dean brought her panties to his face and inhaled, then began licking and sucking the sodden fabric, driven to a frenzy by the feminine juices mixed with his own discharge. Unlike his solo sessions at home, no anal stimulation was required to drive the teen into a paroxysm of release that left him doubled over momentarily in pain as slime began geysering onto the wall beside the doorway.
"Are you okay?" Mrs. Jones asked from the doorway, surprising him. As he looked up, her expression flashed rapidly from concern to disapproval to surprise. Her hands flew to her crotch, but not quickly enough to disguise the rapidly spreading wet spot there, and she fled.
Dean rapidly finished dressing and likewise made a hurried departure, Zoe's underwear still in his possession.
Zoe spent a largely sleepless night pondering how she'd reached her present situation. Whatever she'd actually said the previous afternoon, it was clear from the way she juiced up thinking about it that she'd gotten exactly what she wanted from Dean. Examined by any standard she'd have used in previous years, it was as good as rape, plain and simple. What happened after that seemed perverse and degrading, even now.
The conundrum was, it was a perverse degradation she was looking forward to repeating. Zoe's mouth felt dry. Could the entire universe have swung so badly out of kilter without her noticing?
She thought, then, about going to her parents -- or somebody -- and telling them what she knew. Zoe knew they'd freak out and yank her away from Hyde; probably to a reform school somewhere! And possibly she was just exaggerating matters in her own mind. Zoe resolved to wait, and look around with fresh eyes, and talk with Dean. She recalled him saying something about Mariah, but she'd been so wired with anger and desire that she'd never gotten the details.
School the next day was a sobering eye-opener. It was as if Zoe had woken from a dream, but the dream was still going on around her. Nothing really seemed that different from the previous days, but now it felt twisted and unnatural.
Claudia had a dreamy expression on her face when they met at the bus stop, and masturbated herself almost continuously on the ride to school. Zoe oozed sympathetic desire into her panties but forced herself to behave. Most of the boys drank heavily from their water bottles from the moment they boarded the bus, and not a few of the girls tracked every movement of those bottles with eager expressions.
From the moment Zoe walked through the security gate and into the building, the smell of urine was everywhere, but it was a sweet, heady, intoxicating scent. She couldn't turn a corner without stumbling into another girl nursing from some boy's cock.
In geography, they had a pop quiz. The silent scritch-scritch of pencils was broken by the sound of running water when Crystal suddenly wet herself, soaking her skirt and leaving a spreading puddle beneath her chair. It didn't seem to faze her, as she continued to stare at the quiz while chewing on her pencil eraser, or any of the other students. Ms. Anders looked up from the papers she was grading for only a moment.
Second hour was complete chaos. Coach Gold was nowhere to be seen, and the junior girls milled about in the locker room, mostly naked. An argument about fisting evolved into an impromptu competition; Paige quickly volunteered to take measurements. Zoe changed into her bikini and went looking for the boys.
She found them by the pool. The juniors, and what looked a few senior holdovers from the previous hour, clustered beside the diving boards. Nearly everybody was drinking copiously from several large coolers of TRAINCO's Gatorade equivalent. Zoe could hear Shefali saying "proprietary formula" in her mind.
The blonde approached unnoticed, as everybody's attention was focused on the action on the deck. Most of the boys in the center of the crowd were naked. As she watched, Kevin stepped onto a short platform aligned with the end of the pool and fisted himself a few times. His erect cock looked huge. One of the other boys measured the distance from the ground to the root of his cock with a tape measure and called, "4 feet even!" before stepping back.
Amid shouted encouragement and cheers, Kevin angled his penis and began to pee, lofting himself slightly to try and extend the arch of his golden stream. Zoe thought it went a shockingly long distance, although the commentary she heard as it was measured with a tape suggested it wasn't one of the best efforts of the morning.
Zoe finally caught sight of Dean, thankfully near the rear of the crowd, and sidled over to tug on his arm. "Dean!" she whispered.
He turned, chugging a drink, smiled at her, and wiped his mouth on an arm. "Zoe! Am I glad to see you!" He stepped with her slightly away from the others. "Are you okay?" Dean asked with concern. "I feel bad about yesterday. I mean, I know what I did wasn't really right."
Zoe grimaced. "I think we both got what we wanted, Dean." A glance downward at the offending body part revealed he was partially erect and nearly ready to extend out of his briefs. She really wanted to stroke him, but refrained. "I wasn't thinking too clearly yesterday, either." She smiled her forgiveness at him. "Listen, what did Mariah tell you at lunch? I wasn't really listening yesterday," she sheepishly admitted.
"Something about Spots," Dean said."There's something going on there, something hidden that only a few people know about. She can get us in the door."
"Us, or you?" Zoe asked with a tinge of jealousy.
"Us," he clarified. "Mariah specifically told me the invitation was for you, but that maybe you'd listen if it came from me instead of her."
Zoe couldn't imagine how anything at Spots could account for what was happening around her -- but the offer was the only tangible lead she had. The question was, should she wait and try to learn more on her own, or go to somebody now?
Coach Zegmet shouted, "855 milliliters -- a new record!" and his voice was drowned out by cheering boys. "Give the man a prize!" Zoe realized some of the others had noticed her. So had the coach.
"You, girl! Get over here!" he ordered.
She thought about running, but Dean held her back. "Don't make waves! Remember the invitation -- we don't want anybody wondering about you."
Silently cursing her luck, Zoe walked onto the wet patio. She was acutely conscious of the many eyes and dicks pointed at her.
"Girl," Coach Zegmet addressed her while slapping the lanky youth next to him on the back, "you are looking at the champion pisser of Hyde High! Why don't you show him a little respect and have a taste of what he's offering?" The request was clearly intended as an order, and the crowd cut off any chance of escape.
She squatted, trying to stay out of the puddles, and sucked him into her mouth. He tasted different, but not bad. "Oh man," he exclaimed, growing hard, "she's got a stud; this feels fucking awesome!" He grabbed the back of her head and started fucking Zoe's face.
The first stream of urine hit her back a minute later. It was quickly joined by others. Zoe couldn't see anything, but it felt as if a dozen or more of the boys were directing their piss across every inch of her body. She concentrated on the rigid rod between her lips, urging it to give her its milky seed.
The inevitable conclusion to that quest arrived shortly, and Zoe's mouth filled with delicious gooey spunk. She savored the taste before swallowing, and let her benefactor pull away from her.
An unexpected shove made her lose her balance. Zoe rolled to the ground, coming to rest on her back. The circle of boys began hosing down her previously dry breasts, and the irregular pressure of urine raining onto her crotch made her pant.
Two of the senior boys knelt at either side of her so they could lift Zoe into a half-sitting position. The barrage stopped and Zoe looked up to see Kevin straddle her, penis dripping on her stomach, and heft a large laboratory jar nearly full of urine. "Coach said you needed to sample Tad's piss," he taunted her.
From the corner of her eye, Zoe saw Dean standing in the front rank of onlookers. With a sense of betrayal, she realized he was urgently stroking his hard tool as he watched her degradation.
Zoe had no further attention to spare. Kevin began pouring the urine on her face, while his accomplices held her head in place. The torrent was far stronger than the blonde could cope with, and she choked for air while simultaneously trying to swallow as much of the golden elixir as she could. Some part of her wanted it, but Zoe was furious at being forced this way.
Then it was over. The boys simply left her lying there, soaked and streaked with semen, and the coach herded them off to the showers. Dean remained behind and offered her a hand up.
"Dean," Zoe suggested, "I think there's too much going on here for us to handle. I think maybe we should tell somebody and try to get the school closed down."
"Why?" he asked, clearly surprised. "We both know TRAINCO is a crock, but the school itself is great! You've written that yourself, many times. We could get into the internship program -- there's nothing like it anywhere in the country! We're getting the best high school education money can buy!"
"Education!" screamed Zoe. "This is no education! Look at me -- what kind of life am I being prepared for? Am I going to intern in a brothel?!" She wiped a sticky rivulet from her eyebrow with a finger.
Dean looked -- and fisted his erect organ, making the tip drip. "You look pretty hot to me!" Before she could explode, he added, "Kidding! Seriously, you're an investigative journalist, and a damn good one. Even if nobody but you, me, and Ms. Petersen knows it. We're a great team. Have confidence in yourself, Zoe; we can do this."
Zoe wasn't so sure. The words were compelling, but did Dean have to stroke himself and look at her like that the entire time he was talking? Relenting, she pulled him towards her and he pushed the crotch of bikini bottoms aside, spearing her against the wall. The pounding of her back against the rough stucco and the delicious feel of Dean spreading her brought Zoe off quickly. He convulsed and filled her with a load of thick seed that seemed like it would never end, to the accompaniment of giggles and hushed whispers as members of the incoming sophomore swim class watched in awe. He really did have a big cock, she thought, watching it pull out of her. The other girls watched closely too, many of them apparently peeing themselves with excitement.
She could wait a day, at least. She'd been patient this long. But no longer than she needed to, Zoe decided. For once leaving Dean to the eager tongues of the JV girls, she tugged her suit back in place and paced into the locker room.
Disdaining the showers, she marched resolutely to the physics lab. Even by Hyde standards, the junior's disheveled appearance warranted second looks. Zoe flung open the door and stomped into the class, disrupting the lecture in progress.
Mariah's puzzled expression shifted to a beatific smile when she realized the sopped and dripping girl covered in male spunk approaching her was Zoe.
"8 PM," the junior stated tersely.
"9", retorted the senior. She stroked a fingertip across the point of Zoe's breast, enjoying the way the blonde caught her breath. "The wait will be good for you. And, Zoe -- dress to kill; it *is* the Valentine's Dance, after all."
"Fine." Zoe walked out the same way she'd entered, with a parting, "sorry for the interruption."
Zoe walked into Spots that evening looking like a TRAINCO wet dream. A near-sighted spectator might be forgiven for thinking she was wearing her usual uniform, but that was far from the case. The pinstripe skirt was much too short, for one, barely longer than the uniform jacket. The white blouse was entirely absent. She wore her favorite red fuck-me heels. They happened to match the red lace half-bra that supported Zoe's breasts without covering her sensitive nipples, but the buttoned jacket covered most of her chest, and a tie consisting entirely of silver sequins obscured her cleavage.
She wore red lace bikini panties, not too lacy, to catch any moisture; they weren't the thong that came with the bra, but Zoe had found the racier lingerie rubbed her tingling privates to the point of aroused distraction. Long dangly earrings reproduced the tie in miniature. She'd gone next door and allowed Claudia to apply mascara and eyeliner, in addition to vivid red lipstick.
Privately, Zoe thought the spray glitter was complete overkill. She was *not* Britney Spears, for God's sake. The hair was bad enough, but Claudia had wanted to do Zoe's entire body. The older girl had thought it was hilarious when she sprayed her bare privates and Zoe had orgasmed on the spot. She'd flatly refused to use any more, and had wiped off what she could, but that wasn't enough. Payback would be a bitch, she vowed.
Dean was dressed in much more subdued fashion, but Zoe really liked look of those tight slacks on him. She'd caressed him through the material on the drive over, leaving the outline of his engorged penis clearly visible. A little suffering for him would be good; she still hadn't entirely forgiven him for that morning.
Zoe had wondered more than once what Mariah would wear, but was flabbergasted to see her dressed virtually identically to herself! The hair color was different, and there was no glitter in it -- damn Claudia, anyway -- but otherwise it was like looking at herself in a mirror.
"Why, Zoe," the redhead exclaimed as she sashayed over, "we're wearing the same outfit -- how embarrassing!" She gave Dean a welcoming kiss, squeezing his cock as she brushed his lips with hers. Then Mariah repeated the process with Zoe, who shifted her hip to ward off the hand that quested briefly under her skirt. "Don't look too surprised; Paige isn't the only one who can hack computers. And I know where you like to shop."
Mariah took up her position beside Dean so the two girls framed him like bookends, and urged them across the club. Zoe saw any number of knowing looks as people accepted the coordinated outfits as evidence of collusion. Well, she'd given up on fruitless denials weeks ago, anyway.
They reached the mysterious door marked "Reserved for Private Parties Only," and Mariah pushed it open. The room grew suddenly quiet as the door closed, cutting off noise from outside. The click of Mariah setting the lock was easily audible.
Zoe and Dean looked around curiously. The room was furnished like a cozy, if spacious, private study, and empty except for the three teenagers. The entire left-hand wall was a single mirror, making the room look twice as big as it was.
"Come and have a drink," Mariah invited them, moving to a tray sitting on the desk. She handed two of the tall glasses to Dean and Zoe before picking up the last one for herself. "Cheers," the redhead toasted, "to good friends and better times."
Zoe sipped her drink but stopped after the first taste. "What *is* this?"
Mariah knocked back about a third of her glass. "Just the usual swill, but I spiked it with urine. I prefer it from girls as a mixer, because I think it has a fuller taste and more body. I made this myself; do you like it? Oh come on, Zoe, just try it."To be polite, Zoe took another sip. It actually wasn't that bad; it certainly tasted better than what she'd been forced to drink that morning, but perhaps it was just the ambiance.
"Where's the rest of the party?" Dean asked.
Mariah laughed lightly. "It's just us here tonight. I thought that would be more... intimate."
Zoe pushed to the point of the meeting. "Then what is it you wanted to tell us?"
"Tell you?" Mariah took another long drink. "I wasn't planning to tell you anything. I want to show you things."
"What things? Where?" asked Zoe, suspiciously. There was no place to set down her glass without getting closer to Mariah, so she took another drink instead. Maybe it was an acquired taste; it did seem smoother.
"Oh, Zoe," Mariah laughed again. "Someday the light will come on and you'll see it. Everything I want to show you is right here."
Dean re-examined the room more thoughtfully as he finished his drink. There was nothing that looked noteworthy or out of place, and no filing cabinets or computers that might hold interesting information. "Is this a trick?" demanded Zoe.
Mariah set down her empty glass and walked towards them again. Zoe, not wanting to be the odd person out, drained the remainder of her glass in a single swallow, but kept her focus on the other girl.
"I think it's long past time we got to know each other. There's been friction in the past, and I know some of that is because I didn't recognize the relationship you two have." She looked compellingly at Zoe.
"We can be friends, Zoe. Let's get to know each other, together, and learn to enjoy each other's company. I can show you some things; you can show me some things; we'll both have what we came for."
Zoe nodded, and Dean followed her lead.
"Good." Mariah's face wore the beautiful pixie smile that Zoe found so attractive. "Let's start with a simple little ice-breaker game." She turned to retrieve a deck of cards from the shelf beside the desk, and shuffled the deck twice. Fanning the cards in her hand, she held them out to them face-down. "Each of you, pick a card."
They both complied with the harmless request, which incidentally drew them closer together. Mariah chose a card for herself. "What did you draw?"
Zoe had the queen of hearts; Dean had drawn the five of spades; and Mariah revealed the two of clubs.
"Zoe, you remember our mirror game, don't you?" Mariah brushed her own nipple casually, but the reminder was unnecessary.
"Yes, why?" Dean looked a little confused, but Zoe had never really explained everything that had happened to her in that encounter.
"We're going to play it again. Now Dean, you drew the middle card, so you get to be our mirror. Zoe and I are the images on each side of you; whatever one of us does, so does the other. We stop when you want to."
Mariah tossed the cards on the desk, including the king of diamonds she had palmed. "I admit I stacked the deck this time," she giggled. "With the two of us looking so drop-dead gorgeous, how could art not imitate life?" She stepped to Dean's side, bracing herself on his arm, and planted a kiss on his cheek, one heel kicked back in the air.
"Zoe!"
The junior mimicked the pose, leaving some of her lipstick on his cheek.
"Good girl! Now it's your turn!" encouraged Mariah.
Zoe held onto his upper arm and pushed her butt out, legs straight, before pouting.
Mariah pulled herself against Dean and slid her crotch down his leg until she squatted beside him. Duplicating that maneuver got Zoe a little excited, but she remembered she needed to stay in control. For her turn, she rose, took a step back, and unbuttoned her jacket.
Looking faintly disappointed, Mariah mirrored her, but then removed the jacket entirely. Zoe shucked hers, and thought about what to do next. Dean was looking back and forth between them in obvious approval. The blonde discarded her bra; the lace made her itch anyway.
Mariah was topless now also, except for the sequined tie. Zoe thought she looked so beautiful, and it excited her to realize she herself was equally hot.
Mariah pulled on both nipples. Dirty pool, thought Zoe; her breasts tightened as she tugged her own stiff buds. "Don't I get anything out of this?" Dean asked.
Zoe stepped in and planted a hand on his straining member, squeezing it through his pants. A moment later, Mariah's hand covered hers and squeezed again. Zoe could feel Dean's reaction. Mariah unfastened Dean's belt. How did she mirror that? Zoe wondered.
She settled for an approximation, and popped the waist button before unzipping him. Zoe caught Mariah's approving nod, and in unison the two girls pulled his pants to the floor, freeing Dean's trembling penis. It looked good enough to eat, the tip already glistening.
Zoe tried to remember whose turn it was. Hers, apparently; Mariah was waiting. She ran her tongue up his leg from knee to hip. Mariah followed but rose to suck at his nipple through his shirt. Zoe teased the other nipple before kissing him on the mouth, sliding her tongue out to meet his.
She didn't like it so much when Mariah kissed him the same way, but fair was fair. Mariah placed Dean's hand under her skirt. Zoe couldn't see what happened, but obviously Dean knew. He reached for her and cupped her mound through her sodden panties, which made her whole body throb.
Wanting more, Zoe tore away her underwear and pushed Dean's fingers into her creaming channel, riding him. A pleased Mariah was only too happy to mirror her. Dean's cock was pulsing precum down its head and his breathing was hoarse.
Mariah removed Dean's fingers and lifted them to her mouth, licking and sucking them clean. Zoe didn't hesitate to follow the redhead's lead; the taste of her own juices excited her even more.
Struck by inspiration, Zoe realized she knew where there were more juices to be had, and how she could foreclose the other girl. She knelt in front of Dean and sucked his cock deep into her mouth. Then she held him there, caressing him with her studded tongue. Take that, Mariah!
Refusing to be stymied, the redhead crouched behind Dean. Spreading his buns, Mariah leaned forward and began spearing her tongue into his ass.
The dual stimulation rapidly got to Dean and he erupted in Zoe's mouth. Neither girl relented, and finally he was forced to hop aside, shouting, "stop already!"
The two girls looked at each other with heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips, and then Mariah leaned forward and licked a trace of jism from the corner of Zoe's mouth. They shared a sloppy kiss, with Zoe pushing some of Dean's creamy spend into Mariah's mouth, and sucking the spicy tang of his anus from Mariah's tongue.
"My God, you two are insatiable!" Dean exclaimed, watching them in mingled disbelief and arousal. The girls shared sultry giggles.
"You can shuffle this time," Mariah told him.
He obediently collected the cards from the desktop and started shuffling them.
"Were you actually planning to show us anything except a good time?" Zoe asked Mariah as she climbed to her feet.
"Yes, but the showing is in the showing," the senior hinted mysteriously, and changed the subject. "Aaah," she complained, "I can't believe you like these shoes!" Mariah unfastened them and kicked them off her feet, wriggling her toes in pleasure.
By mutual agreement, the girls shed their remaining garments before walking over to the desk.
"Cut?" queried Dean. He slid the shuffled deck across the desk towards Zoe.
She picked up the cards, and then tossed them into the wastebasket. "Not really. I want to be the mirror this time!" Neither of the other two was willing to disagree.
"Won't this be a little more complicated?" Dean wanted to know. "Nothing personal," he added, but swung his cock back and forth for clarification.
"Not as much as you might think," Mariah promised. She opened the door of one of the glass front bookshelves. The books themselves proved to be a false front, part of the door, and revealed several storage shelves.
She quipped, "meet 'Woody,'" and extracted a dildo attached to a harness. It was perhaps slightly larger than Zoe's, ever so slightly S-shaped, and covered with hundreds of little 4 mm-long fingers. Opposite the base of the dildo, on the inside of the mounting plate, there was a rounded pad covered with more of the fingers.
Stepping into the harness, Mariah pulled it up her legs until the mounting plate covered her sex, and snugged the straps above the curves of her hips.
Dean pulled off his shirt and Zoe moved a few paces so she was positioned between the others. She looked back and forth between them, and Dean graciously offered, "ladies first."
Mariah wasted no time before grabbing her "cock" at the base and pumping her hand up and down it. Her face wore an outrageously exaggerated expression of lust.
Zoe and Dean both laughed, but he gamely played with himself. His meat began throbbing as he considered what he wanted to do to his sensuous girlfriend. Dean already knew he was going to be giving her a royal fucking, but he wanted her ready first.
He bent to suck her erect nipple into his mouth, then increased the suction, drawing as much of her breast into his mouth as possible. Zoe gasped, and then squealed as Mariah directed her attention to the other breast. Her legs almost folded beneath her when Mariah began chewing gently on her inflamed nipple; Zoe was panting rapidly after Dean reciprocated.
He straightened a few fingers and reached for her dripping gash. "Don't let her cum too quickly," admonished Mariah, so he modified his plan and cupped her crotch, then wiped a trail of glistening wetness up her tummy.
"Whose side are you on?" Zoe moaned, as Mariah repeated the arousing caress. Past caring about rules in the face of her need, the blonde tried to finger herself, but Mariah intercepted her wrist too soon. "Damn," the redhead hissed, realizing she'd wasted her turn. Dean grabbed Zoe's other wrist, leaving her effectively immobilized."Building on Mariah's advice, Dean slowly touched the tip of his cock to Zoe's slit, pulling away when she rose on her toes and arched forward in a futile attempt to increase contact with it. Mariah smiled appreciatively at him, and Dean returned a grin. The redhead gracefully maneuvered her dildo through the same teasing contact.
Mariah eyed the moisture running down the inside of Zoe's thighs and then slapped the blonde's ass as hard as she could. Zoe screamed and then swore. "That hurt!" She looked imploringly at Dean, who seemed mesmerized by the red handprint on her cheek.
"Sorry," he shrugged, "those are the rules." Dean belted her with his off hand, but his greater strength evened things out. Zoe screamed again and writhed as though her ass was on fire. The erotic sight and powerful feeling of control made Dean's cock surge. Mariah's eyes were bright.
Zoe wailed, "Dean!" making it sound like an accusation.
It reminded him of who really deserved that kind of treatment. Releasing Zoe's wrist, Dean leaned across and jerked Mariah towards him. The roundhouse slap to her butt echoed in the room and caused her to stumble against Zoe momentarily.
He nastily chuckled, "payback," and turned his ass towards the girls in pointed challenge. Zoe rubbed her painful buns and watched Mariah strike him back. The redhead didn't put as much force into the blow, but her nails left a trail of angry red scratches across Dean's right cheek.
"Oops!" Mariah said, wearing her best waifish smile, when Dean whirled around in surprise. He was still fully erect and leaking, however, as he watched for Mariah's next move.
She elected to turn and embrace Zoe. The flustered blonde wanted to scream with frustrated desire as Mariah's tongue invaded her mouth, her aching breast was squeezed and massaged, and the dildo pressed against her tummy.
Mariah stepped back, a bit flushed herself, but Zoe was moaning softly and had her eyes closed. Slimy precum oozed from the tip of Dean's quivering rod at the sight of this hot girl-on-girl action.
A minute later, after Dean somehow found the strength to break his own embrace with Zoe, he could barely think. Zoe's breathing was a rapid series of short moans. Her diaphragm glistened where his cock had been trapped between them. She opened her eyes, desire burning in them, and pleaded, "fuck me!"
"Be careful," Mariah purred with delight. She was tight as a wire and burning up with arousal at the mind-fuck she was laying on them. It was obvious this wouldn't -- couldn't -- go on much longer.
All Dean knew was that he needed to be inside Zoe. He lifted her by the waist and lowered her onto his raging erection. Her slippery hot channel enveloped him, and Dean almost dropped Zoe as she began wriggling in an effort to impale herself more fully on him.
He could never describe where he found the self-control to lift the blonde back off again, or how he avoided her efforts to lock her legs around him. The entire length of his cock shone with Zoe's desire, and his weapon jerked in step with the pace of his speeding heart.
Zoe practically attacked Mariah, slamming the dildo inside herself and then rocking her hips back and forth. Mariah stiff-armed her back off the dildo, a feat made possible only by the dildo's relatively shorter length and the fact that the two girls were the same height.
The redhead laughed raggedly and tried to catch her breath. "I really like you, Zoe," she gasped, "so I'm going to give you what you want. Both of you." She tugged unexpectedly, sending Zoe stumbling to fall across the end of the couch.
Zoe froze at the touch of the slippery dildo between her tender buns. She'd never had anything except a fingertip or that fork handle there! "Noooo," she protested, struggling.
"Yes," insisted Mariah, who had all the advantages of position and leverage. She positioned the dildo against Zoe's rosebud and began pushing. The rounded end slid in slowly, coated in Zoe's own lubrication, one little soft rubber finger at a time.
Mariah looked sideways at Dean, who was breathing heavily through his mouth but making no move to interfere. Growing impatient, she reached beneath the junior and flicked a fingernail sharply against her clit.
Zoe squeaked and then grunted as two inches of the dildo suddenly disappeared into her tight back door. Mariah inexorably forced the remainder of the dildo into the screaming blonde until her own mound forced the mounting plate against Zoe's reddened ass.
"Baby," the redhead admonished her victim. "I know you'll love this." She touched something, and the dildo -- no, vibrator -- came to life. It began rotating and flexing inside Zoe's colon, and powerful vibrations transmitted themselves from the little fingers to hundreds of points within her body. Zoe's last scream transmorphed into a rising squeal of pleasureful surprise.
Mariah bit her lip as the fingers beneath the mounting pad transmitted equally strong sensations to the bare skin above her superheated cunt. Awkwardly spreading her legs, she wrapped her arms tightly around Zoe and rolled backwards.
Zoe's squeal rose briefly higher and cut off with a gasp as the maneuver momentarily forced the vibrator slightly out of and then into her spasming chute. She realized she was lying on her back atop Mariah, on the couch.
In a second, Dean was on top of her, thrusting himself wildly into her eagerly welcoming pussy. Zoe began orgasming violently and repeatedly, every part of her body energized with vivid erotic sensations. Dean's pounding forced her up and down on Mariah's vibrator, and his hot breath filled her mouth as they kissed. The hard points of Mariah's nipples rubbed against her back, and the redhead was working both of Zoe's nipples with dexterous and experienced fingers.
At some point later, Zoe knew she felt the others jerk spasmodically, finding their own release, but she had no notion of time. Mariah had either switched off the vibrator or its batteries were dead. The three lay in an exhausted heap for some time, still penetrating Zoe, and too tired to move.
Dean finally struggled free, disengaging with a wet plop as his softened and slimy dick pulled free from Zoe's grasping pussy. "God, I need to pee," he announced, looking for his pants.
"It *is* your turn, if I recall," Mariah breathed from beside Zoe's ear. "And I don't believe Zoe has called the end of this game."
Rebelliously, Zoe considered doing just that. But she was riding an endorphin high, and she remembered Dean's delicious taste. Zoe parted her lips in an invitation he did not hesitate to accept. She licked her cream from his organ before concentrating on keeping up with the heavy flow of tasty urine that flooded her mouth. It flowed rapidly down her throat, warming her insides, as Mariah's breath tickled the hairs behind her ear and a finger traced abstract designs in the sweat on her tummy.
"Mirror!" reminded Mariah, after Zoe had finished cleaning Dean's cock.
"Oh come on, Mariah," Zoe complained. "The game's over." She reached for Dean, who extended a helping hand to assist her in pulling free of the vibrator and standing up. The sensation from its withdrawal was reminiscent of pooping but distinctly different and more pleasureful. It left her ass feeling slightly greasy.
"It's hardly fair to stop in the middle of a round," Mariah said, tossing her hair as she stood up too.
Zoe looked down at the vibrator pointing at her. It was caked with her shit, especially closer to the head, as the fingers apparently did a good job of trapping the waste into which the vibrator had been rammed. "There is no way in hell I'm sucking on that," she flatly stated.
Mariah had started loosening the straps. "It might grow on you," she said off-handedly. "But the point is," she continued as she stepped out of the harness, "that Dean wanted to pee, not have you blow him. So do I." She set the equipment aside and waited.
It was fair, and Zoe remembered her fantasies. With conscious irony, she said, "I really like you, Mariah. So I'm going to give you what you want." The blonde sat down on the couch. "C'm'ere; I'm too tired to do anything but sit."
Mariah stood in front of her, giving Zoe a moment to examine the bare pussy that was so much like her own. The redhead's labia protruded slightly more, she decided, but showed the two small rings on either side to good effect. She pressed her mouth to Mariah's skin, licking and tasting the moisture, and couldn't resist tweaking the other girl's clit with her stud.
Zoe was pleased to feel Mariah jump slightly and exclaim, "I've got to have you do that again sometime soon! But not right now, please."
The redhead started trickling, and Zoe homed in on it, opening her mouth as Mariah relaxed and a torrent of piss rushed at her. The technique was a little different, and Zoe missed a few splashes, but soon her belly was warmer and fuller.
Mariah pulled her to her feet and kissed the errant droplets from her face and breasts.
"What about me?" Zoe wondered, as she realized that she too had a full bladder.
"Game's over," Mariah teased her with a smile. "But I'm thirsty and out of mixer. And I hear you're a pro at filling glasses!" They all laughed.
Dean was only too happy to hand them to her, one at a time, and Zoe felt nothing but happiness as she stood naked in front of her boyfriend and one-time nemesis and three times filled a glass about half way with her warm urine. It had a dark golden color and a tantalizing smell.
"It seems a shame to dilute it," Mariah said after inhaling deeply over her glass. "Then, 'bottoms up,'" Dean suggested, raising his glass to toast them.
The threesome emptied their glasses in a single draught.
Zoe asked Mariah, "is it your turn now?"
Mariah smiled eagerly as she replied. "No, I think we'll do a little freestyle. But maybe you can start by burying that cute little tongue of yours in my pussy while Dean regains his strength..."It was much later that evening that Zoe's lead finally developed, long after she had stopped worrying about it (or her curfew).
She was, again, hovering on the brink of orgasm. Perched on hands and knees above Mariah, Zoe rocked back and forth against Dean's cock, which he was sawing in and out of her stuffed asshole with long, powerful strokes. Her breasts heaved in time with her rhythm, their sway enhanced by the weights that swung from clamps screwed to her aching nipples.
Mariah worked her entire hand in and out of Zoe's stretched pussy in opposition to Dean's strokes; the depth of her penetration was limited only by the angle of her wrist.
It was all painful, or had been at one time, but now all of it was wildly arousing stimulation that made her drip and want to cum in the worst way. Mariah had showed her that.
Zoe looked down again, mind floating in a haze, and poked at Mariah with the needle she held. It was so cool the way the other girl's body jerked when the point went into the delicate skin of her pussy, but Mariah was soaking wet too.
Dean spasmed and went still, unloading his spunk into her ass in a continuous stream that burned inside her and soon overflowed onto Mariah's face. Zoe took the moment to aim carefully and stab the needle into Mariah's clit, amused at the swell of girl-juice and trembling it produced.
It took several moments more for her to realize Mariah was still shaking, even after the needle was removed. Literal froth was emerging from Mariah, and Zoe began to be concerned. She clambered aside and looked at the redhead, who looked like she was convulsing.
"...ohmygodohmygodohmygod," Mariah moaned, nearly incoherently. "Can't you smell it?" she asked brokenly, looking blankly through Zoe, before starting to shudder and pant again.
"I think she's really sick," Dean whispered in horror.
Zoe started looking around the room in panic, trying to restart her brain. "What do we do?"
Principal Edwards burst through the door, with the Spots bartender right on his heels. Zoe had let herself forget where she was. "It looks like anaphylactic shock -- Hank, get an EpiPen!" The other man disappeared, and Edwards looked at them. "She'll be okay, but you kids need to get out of here." When they hesitated, he added, "now!"
Shocked, Zoe grabbed her ID, jacket and skirt from the pile on the floor, and pressed them against her chest, relieving the strain from the dangling weights. She scampered after Dean, who had only his pants. Holding the clothing in front of herself, in a sudden fit of modesty, she stood in the darkened and deserted main room and looked at Dean as Hank ran back into the event room.
"It's lucky they got here so quickly," Dean said with relief. "But how?"
Zoe felt her mind starting to re-engage as she fumbled one-handed with the nipple clamps. "Eyes are watching," she whispered. "That's what she was trying to tell us!" She looked about, instantly guessing the significance of the sliver of light around the ajar office door to the left. Zoe padded silently towards the door, shrugging on her jacket as she went.
Dean caught up with her, tucking away his still-rigid organ and fastening his pants, as Zoe peered through the door. Awed, they walked in and looked through the wall. Hank was kneeling next to Mariah, who was resting quietly, and Mr. Edwards was talking animatedly on his phone. Dean drew her attention to the monitors on their left; obviously there were hidden cameras present too.
Looking quickly about, Zoe noticed a leather CD case sitting on the corner of the office desk, underneath a folded section of newspaper. She picked it up and found it already unzipped. There were several discs in it, but they were all unlabeled. She zipped the case closed again and folded it inside her miniskirt, bundling it against herself inside her jacket.
"Zoe!" Dean hissed quietly, pointing when he had her attention. Mariah had been moved to the couch, and Hank looked like he was about to exit the room. They raced to the door and beat him by a comfortable margin.
"Hank," Zoe asked, trying to disguise any lack of breath, "what's wrong with Mariah? Can we see her?"
"She'll be fine, Zoe," he replied comfortingly. She was flattered he remembered her name, until she recalled he'd probably been watching her all night. "You and Dean should just go on home. If you left anything, just come by for it tomorrow, okay? Mariah's resting and Mr. Edwards has called her mother to come and pick her up. Don't worry about her. Now don't trip on anything!" He steadily and unswervingly herded them out the door, which locked behind them.
"What time is it?" Zoe wondered. "My parents are going to kill me. And I need a shower."
Dean smiled. "Your locker room, or mine?" In the end, it was neither; they skinny-dipped in the pool and shared a final aquatic fuck before dressing to go home.
Dean gave Zoe a chaste kiss good-night. He held his very dirty hands ostentatiously behind him so nothing would get on her zipped-up hoodie. "I really apologize, Mr. and Mrs. Ryan," he repeated. "If only the spare hadn't been flat too, I would have had Zoe home on time. I hope you won't hold it against her."
"No, these things happen, Dean," Ken replied. "We're happy that she's home safe and sound. Drive safe, and get that other tire fixed!" He closed the door and Zoe bounced off to her bedroom. Husband and wife watched out the window until Dean drove away.
"I always knew she'd get that boy if she'd just be herself," Becky beamed at Ken. "You don't need to be a slut to get attention."
"But it helps," he retorted.
Zoe quietly locked her bedroom door and kicked off her flip-flops. She unzipped the hoodie and extracted the CD case, which she dropped on the bed. The hoodie and sweatpants were thrown in the closet, leaving Zoe clad only in a cotton bikini.
She padded to her bathroom to use the toilet. Zoe removed her underwear, noting the crotch of the panties was soiled. Squatting over the seat, she grunted and released streams of Dean's semen from her cunt and ass. The teen collected a few stray leaks with her fingers and licked them clean while she peed, then sucked on her underwear until it was merely damp.
Zoe plopped on the bed and considered the CD case. It made the most sense for the discs to be DVDs, rather than CDs. She leaned over and turned on her TV, muted the sound, and hit the eject button on the integrated DVD player. Zoe dropped in the first disc from the case, hit "Play," and leaned back to watch.
There was no menu; after a pause, "SoWet Productions Presents" appeared, followed a moment later by "Golden Schoolgirls." The picture changed abruptly to footage of Mariah. She was dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl and looked into the camera, a picture of naïve and conflicted innocence. She pressed her hands to her crotch and a rapidly growing dark spot appeared on the front of her plaid skirt.
Zoe hit the fast-forward button. The images skipped rapidly, but it was still possible for the blonde to recognize several of her classmates. She popped the disc and inserted the next one.
"Teen Ass Whores!" screamed the title. Zoe fast forwarded through it. The vignettes changed, but the cast was uniformly Hyde students, almost always including Mariah. She continued her review, skimming "Peeing for Pleasure," "Perverted Pain Sluts" (that one even featured Paige, a surprise), and several other titles with interest, stroking herself as she watched.
The last disc was titled, "Slut Sisters," and Zoe had to watch it at normal speed. It was footage of her first three-way with Mariah and Dean that evening, and it made her hot from the moment it started. Zoe stared at the screen, working herself urgently as she relived each moment, and brought herself off to a close-up of Dean's cock surging in her mouth.
When it ended with Mariah and herself sharing their sticky French kiss, Zoe hit the power button and stared at the blank screen.
With these discs in hand, she had powerful leverage on TRAINCO. Zoe was confident she could shut Mr. Edwards down in a heartbeat. But her body felt empty and there was a craving in her tummy that left her mouth dry. She hadn't expected it at all, but she had a true lover in Dean and a kindred spirit in Mariah. If she exposed this operation, would they be able to stay together, or would she have to give up the sensations she'd just been learning to enjoy?
Perhaps, Zoe wondered, there was a different way out of this? Mariah seemed to have been able to make things work out for her.
Her thoughts were disturbed by a faint bumping from her parents' bedroom. Apparently they were having a good night, too. Zoe heard something like a faint "smack," but it was barely distinguishable and she decided she'd imagined it. She fell asleep with a faint smile, surrounded by DVDs.
Zoe ditched Geography the next morning and headed straight for the Principal's office. She was surprised, and suspicious, to meet Mariah just exiting it.
The redhead looked ethereal but dazed, giving Zoe the impression she was drifting in and out of contact with reality. One hand hovered distractedly at her breast, absently abusing the erect nipple, and a trickle of something ran down the inside of her leg.
Zoe's thoughts were conflicted. Her breath caught at the frisson of excited memories and fantasies. She imagined slapping Mariah, making her feel pain, pissing on her; or was it the thought of how empty she felt, of how Mariah could fill her holes with her tongue, her fingers, a vibrator, or even her hand? She remembered watching herself in the video, looking as exciting and sexy as Mariah, making Dean -- and every other guy and girl who saw her -- cream themselves with the thought of having her. She moved closer.
"Can you smell it?" Mariah asked breathlessly. She seemed to be focusing more clearly on Zoe.
Smell what? Zoe wondered.For a second, she almost thought she did -- something slightly reminiscent of honey; sweet, compelling.
The next statement came as a complete surprise. "I've got a co-op internship with TRAINCO now -- I get to work for them for the rest of the semester!" It was the last thing in the world Zoe had expected to hear.
"But what about us?" she asked.
With a smirk, Mariah responded, "there are plenty of other girls and boys here to play with."
"I'm not like that!" protested Zoe, reflexively.
"I think you are." Mariah lifted the blonde's skirt and groped her, finding Zoe's bare cunt exposed and flowering open in juicy excitement. She pinched Zoe's clit, and Zoe shuddered on the brink of orgasm, trapping Mariah's hand with her own.
The pressure subsided. "Zoe, answer honestly. Do you want to go back to being the same girl that started this year?"
Zoe didn't know how to answer. She was the same girl, right? The wallflower who dreamed of being beautiful and popular? But she'd done things she would never have done a few months ago, not always completely willingly. And had she not just been fantasizing about exactly those things? She thought again of the video, how hot they'd looked, how nearly identical... She opened her mouth to respond, and hesitated again, unsure what words might come.
A dismissive voice broke the silence. "I think not." Judy Haskell was there, watching them, the door to Principal Edwards' office open behind her. Red lines marred the top of her blouse, as if blood from cuts on her breasts had stained them.
Mariah leaned in and kissed Zoe, her tongue darting in to tease before she pulled away to join her mother.
Zoe realized her hand remained where it had been bracing Mariah's, leaving her skirt awry and her sex exposed. Defiantly, she ran a finger slowly down her slit and transferred it to her mouth, maintaining eye contact with the older woman the entire time.
The corner of the older woman's mouth ticked in what might have been the beginnings of a smile.
"Do you smell it, Mom?" asked a distracted Mariah.
The tick disappeared. "Let's get you to the shuttle, honey." Judy guided her daughter from the outer office and down the hallway.
Zoe collected herself and remembered what she was there for. If there was some part of herself that she'd given up, she couldn't waste that sacrifice by stopping short now. She walked into the office and closed the door behind her.
Principal Edwards was sitting behind his desk; he gazed at her in silent inquiry.
Zoe read him the riot act. "You pervert! I know what you're doing at Spots! Filming pornography, and distributing it! That is so illegal! Not only is it pornography, you're doing it at a school! And it's obscene, it's filmed without knowledge or consent, it's..." Her energy level wound down as Paul failed to react.
Paul disagreed calmly, ticking points off on his fingers. "It's a totally independent side business that helps TRAINCO offset the costs of running the school. The courts have found it isn't obscene. While it's true TRAINCO operates both Hyde High and Spots, they are separate businesses at separate locations that just happen to be adjacent. We have documentation showing all of the actors are of age and consented to filming."
"What?!" shouted an outraged Zoe.
"Don't you remember that admissions paperwork you signed? Surely you read it?"
"Even if that's true, what about our ages?"
Paul was smiling now. "But you're all legal -- I'd be shocked, simply *shocked* to find out anybody lied."
Zoe sensed she was losing control of the argument. She probed in a different direction, guessing at connections. "You're telling me you're making these for profit, and you just sent Mariah off to some intern position? She's been in more of them than everybody else put together." Without thinking, she added, "and she's hotter than everybody else in them put together."
Strangely, Paul's smile widened. "Well, perhaps. It's true she is extremely popular with the viewers. And was -- is -- extremely enthusiastic. But there are other valuable services only she can perform for us. And there are other girls." He leaned forward. "You, for example. You were very... intriguing... last night."
Abruptly he stood, revealing he was not wearing trousers or underwear. A fascinated and repulsed Zoe could not resist studying his cock. It stood out horizontally from his groin, beet red, and was decorated with two bands of studs set into it below the head. A tight collar surrounding the root and scrotum held his balls away his body, and a few beads of blood dotted a welt that stretched most of the length of his organ.
"Take it as a compliment. I am no longer easily intrigued." He started around the desk towards her. Zoe scrambled for the door, but found it wouldn't open. She started screaming, but he laughed and grabbed her.
Edwards kissed her and Zoe bit his lip, but it didn't faze him at all. She tried scratching, but he was strong enough to control her wrists and march her back to his desk. He flung her across it, face down.
Fearing what was coming, Zoe lashed out with her feet. She landed a glancing blow once, hearing him grunt, but then he was between her thighs and she was effectively helpless. He pushed her skirt up over her back and chuckled, "of course," when he found her bare.
"You have been an exceptionally unruly and tiresome student," he observed, and lashed her behind with a short leather strap. Zoe screamed in pain and outrage, but he continued landing blows on her cheeks until Zoe was crying and certain the skin was being flayed from her body.
His hand unexpectedly probed her slit, and Zoe was suddenly humiliated as they both recognized her level of arousal. Edwards resumed the lashings, but worked his fingers in her pussy until he saw Zoe's hips were pushing to meet his hand rather than flinching from the blows to her ass.
Without warning, both hands grabbed her waist and the principal thrust his penis into Zoe's rosebud, mercilessly sheathing his entire length in her ass. Zoe shrieked in agony, a long hoarse howl that rasped at her throat, as the savage studs tore into her sensitive flesh and she experienced the worst pain of her life. The pain was so unbearable -- so unbearably good. She orgasmed.
Apparently uncaring, Edwards withdrew his battering ram and plunged it all the way home again. He continued the cycle, picking up speed as Zoe's shit and blood lubricated him and her sphincter gaped open.
Zoe gasped silently, unable to draw breath, as fire radiated out from her burning rectum, but her confused body could no longer distinguish the pain from pleasure and she came repeatedly. She lost control of her bladder and hot piss cascaded from her to rain on the floor.
Feeling his long-awaited climax approaching, Edwards sawed into the teen one last time. His penis pulsed, grudgingly, into her slick rear channel. After a moment, he began peeing. The piss enema began filling Zoe, but eventually began leaking out around the softening penis. The sting of the urine in her raw wounds provided her with one last small climax, but her body was drained of energy.
Still leaning into Zoe, Edwards picked up the phone on his desk and dialed an extension. "Shefali, I need you and a kit in my office, now. Pull Zoe Ryan's file."
The nurse arrived promptly, taking in the scene as she deposited her case on the guest chair and opened it. "Principal Edwards, I feel I must repeat to you that you cannot go around treating these girls like disposable toys." She sounded resigned to the situation.
Paul finally stood up and pulled out of Zoe's ass, releasing a surge of piss from her gaping hole. He started to walk around his desk, but Shefali stopped him and used a wipe to clean the worst of the shit, blood and slime from his penis.
Zoe just lay on the desktop, unmoving, and too enervated to react or even feel shame in the nurse's presence. She saw Principal Edwards' cock hanging in front of her; amazingly, urine was still running from it. Zoe thought she could almost smell the liquid, but knew she craved it. She opened her mouth and he inserted his penis. Zoe felt his studs clicking against hers as she closed her mouth and began nursing.
Shefali clucked her tongue as she began examining Zoe. "You have had a hard day today, Zoe. Just relax, keep drinking, and I will have you fixed up in no time." Her soothing hands were spreading cool gel across Zoe's butt, deadening pain but not sensation. More gel was spread across Zoe's labia and clitoris, and dabbed gently around the edges of her ravaged anus.
"You certainly were very eager here, Principal Edwards." The nurse sighed. "Did you even think to ascertain whether Zoe has had anal sex before, much less this kind, before proceeding with this?"
"Her boyfriend fucked her in the ass last night, and Mariah too, with a vibrator," Paul confirmed. He picked up his water bottle and took a long drink, nearly emptying it.
Shefali poked delicately at Zoe again. "He was undecorated, I would think. Well, so." She rummaged in her medical case. "This would be much more easily handled were you to plan it in advance."
"Many things could be handled more easily in advance," he said repressively.
"Zoe," the nurse said, "I am afraid you have several scrapes and tears in your rectum. I can treat them, and it will not hurt, but I must insert a tool into you in order to do so. I do not want you to be startled or frightened. Do you understand me?"
Zoe nodded slightly, but kept swallowing the continuing flow of warm urine.
"Very good then; I will start," Shefali warned her.
The teen felt something enter her ass, but it was thin and tickled more than anything else. A moment later, she felt soothing relief, which started from far up inside her intestine and then progressively flowed down to her anus. The pain was gone.
"That will have removed the pain, I think.Now I must treat you, which I remind you is not a thing of which you should be afraid. There was a subtle spreading sensation, and Shefali braced a hand against Zoe's lower back as if she were pushing, but nothing else. The procedure repeated a few more times, leaving Zoe with a vague feeling of fullness in her ass.
"Principal Edwards, I think that is enough now. I need to talk briefly with Zoe, and she cannot answer intelligibly with you in her mouth." Zoe was relieved, unsure of how much piss she had consumed; her stomach felt very full, although she enjoyed the feeling of warmth.
The Principal pulled himself free -- still dribbling -- and accepted a ring from Shefali, which he clipped around his penis, cutting off the flow. Zoe, looking sideways at the nurse, was stunned to see her hand and part of her forearm were glistening. Surely all of that hadn't been in her ass?
Belatedly realizing she'd spent all of this time lying on the desk with her exposed privates facing the doorway, Zoe started to push herself up, but Shefali gestured for her to stay in place and started wiping off her arm. "I am not quite yet done, Zoe, please relax and lie still. Now, I must repair a tear in your sphincter muscle which resulted from inadequate preparation on your part for penetration." She aimed a severe look at Principal Edwards, who shrugged it off and started donning his slacks.
"This is the muscle which holds your anus closed when you are not eliminating, you understand? I must ask if you plan to continue engaging in anal intercourse or other activities that will result in the introduction of foreign objects into your rectum?"
It was embarrassing to say so, but Zoe certainly wanted Dean that way again. "Yes," she rasped, finding her voice raw from screaming.
Shefali noticed her pain. "Ah, silly me. This I should have considered also." She fished a small bottle out of her case and crouched in front of Zoe. "Open wide, please." When the blonde complied, the nurse sprayed the bottle into her mouth for a second. Zoe's throat felt instantly better, and she smiled her gratitude.
"Now, your sphincter," continued Shefali. "The tear I will mend, better than new, but you must guide me regarding the tightness, the strength, you would desire." She recognized Zoe did not understand, and elaborated. "Some people like it very tight; like their partner to feel squeezed," she drew out the word. However, this limits the expansion of the muscle before you feel pain -- you are not hurt, mind you, but the sensation. Again, some people prefer this." Zoe couldn't imagine that was very common.
"Others, who wish to insert large or irregular objects frequently" -- again, she glanced meaningfully at the Principal -- "opt for a looser, more accommodating muscle. This results in a sensation closer to that of normal vaginal intercourse."
"What about, well, pooping?" Zoe had to ask.
Shefali laughed. "Do not worry about that! I am not a maniac, to forget what is the primary purpose of your anus! I will not make it so tight you cannot eliminate, or so loose you must go about in diapers. Although, with a very loose muscle, you may be more prone to leakage if you experience diarrhea."
That didn't sound attractive at all, Zoe thought. "I think I'd like something in the middle, like a normal person."
"I will do that," the nurse promised. "Your boyfriend, his penis is of average size?"
"He's pretty big," Zoe said, as Edwards silently mouthed "implant" from behind her.
"Then I will see to it you both enjoy your body! Please lie still, now." She walked back around the desk behind Zoe.
Zoe could hear her pulling on gloves, and then feel, vaguely, some cream or gel being spread around her crotch, from the top of her slit down past her anus and up the crack between her cheeks. Shefali was pushing and twisting her butt, but Zoe still couldn't feel what was happening.
The nurse changed gloves again, humming lightly under her breath. Her fingers brushed Zoe's clit, poking at it gently, and -- thunk! -- that sounded like the stud gun! Zoe wanted to move but Shefali's fingers were still working around her delicate clitoris, and she was scared to jostle something at a bad moment. Shefali started wiping her all over again, but finally the moment came when she said, "I'm finished; you can sit up now, Zoe."
The blonde rolled to her feet and immediately felt the fullness in her belly as she reached vertical. She pulled up her skirt to look at herself, and discovered the inside of it was soiled with blood and urine.
Shefali saw it too. "Not near my hard work, thank you very much! Please remove your clothes, Zoe; I am afraid they are ruined, and we do not need them getting you infected."
The skirt was a goner, and the bottom of her blouse was soaked, which meant she had to remove her jacket, which turned out to have spots around the lower edges anyway. Zoe was left standing in her bra, feeling goosebumps as Principal Edwards eyed her.
"Aaah!" Shefali cried, "into the garbage with these! Principal Edwards, please make yourself useful and obtain a new set of clothing for this poor girl. Something with a shorter length would be useful for today, if it could be found." To Zoe's vast surprise, he went.
The nurse smiled and confided, "men are like wild animals. If you are firm and show no fear, they believe you must know what you are doing." She held out a large cloth. "Here, clean yourself with this while I wipe down the desk."
Zoe complied, but turned her attention back to her clit. She found a stud, matching the one in her tongue, piercing the hood of her clitoris. The lower ball actually brushed her clit, vibrating against it when she touched the stud. That felt nice, she decided.
"Now, there is just one more thing that I must do for you, Zoe," Shefali said. "Do not make such a face at me -- I am doing this for your own good."
"What?" Zoe asked, grumpily.
"The medicine I have used on your rectum and anus is powerful and has no side-effects, but it is absorbed quickly into your bloodstream and filtered by your kidneys. You will excrete it in your urine over the next 12 hours, but it there is a chance it may damage your bladder if it is allowed to remain there for a significant period of time. Therefore, I will fit you with a catheter. This will allow your urine to drain away immediately, eliminating any possibility of harm. Also, it would not be a bad thing to drink large quantities of fluid, to provide extra flushing."
"A catheter?" repeated Zoe. "I have to wear a bag for 12 hours?"
"Oh no," Shefali reassured her. "You are a girl, and wear a skirt, and do not, I observe, wear undergarments. It is much more convenient to install a short tube and allow your urine just to fall to the ground. In fact, it is possible to forego the tube entirely, but many women may find it harder to direct their urine away from themselves."
"If I have to do this, I want a tube."
"Fine, have a seat on the desk, facing the chair. This won't take a moment!"
Zoe complied, and Shefali settled herself in Principal Edwards' chair, between her legs.
"First, I insert the tube," she explained, deftly matching action to words. "You can remove it easily, by just pulling it out, you see. But do not attempt to reinsert it afterwards, because we do not want you getting a urinary infection, do we? Now, nothing is happening yet, you see?"
Zoe had wondered about that, and nodded.
"That is because, unlike a standard catheter, I have not gone up past the sphincter muscle. Instead, we use a proprietary medication to paralyze the muscle for the required time." She brandished a syringe with a very long, very thin, flexible needle on it. Shefali expertly guided the point of the needle up the tube and out of sight. Zoe felt just the slightest twinge as the fluid was injected into her, and then the needle was removed, followed momentarily by a trickle of urine. "When the flow stops, you are done -- remove the tube and discard it. Until then, it would be best if you give your body a chance to recover, and do not engage in intercourse."
Zoe felt self-conscious as the yellow drops sprinkled onto the floor, and the rate of flow was increasing.
Shefali pushed back the chair and knelt, intercepting the steady stream rushing out of the tube with her opened mouth. After a minute, the flow had decreased to a tiny trickle and the nurse stood up. "There! Your muscle is asleep, and your bladder is emptied. I am done with you for today, Zoe! And I see Principal Edwards is here with some new clothing for you."
The teen hopped down, spitefully dripping as much as she could on the office chair, and walked over to receive her uniform while maintaining what distance she could from the man.
"Shefali," Zoe asked as she buttoned her blouse, "why is it that every time I see you for something, I end up with at least one thing more than I planned?"
The nurse laughed as she latched her case and lifted it. "I call it 'customer service,' Zoe. Have a good day. And good day to you, Principal Edwards." She walked out of the office.
Zoe knew as soon as she lifted the skirt that it was a duplicate of her miniskirt from the previous evening, rather than a regulation uniform skirt. She looked at the Principal as she stepped into it, taking care to avoid leaking on it.
"Shefali said 'something short,'" he explained. "That's short and vaguely in keeping with the dress code. And you look damn good in it."
"I'd look even better in heels," she suggested.
"Don't push your luck -- you don't have a medical excuse for those."
Zoe was straightening her new jacket when he asked, "see you at Spots? With Mariah gone, we have a big hole to fill."
The junior hadn't forgiven him, and didn't trust him. "Don't count on it! I'm not your whore!" She stomped out of the office, past the waiting janitorial cart, wishing she was as certain as she sounded.Could the degradation and humiliation of the confrontation all have been for nothing? Every step Zoe took rubbed the stud against her clit, generating a pleasurable warmth and growing desire; and she was thirsty.
By the time the school day ended, Zoe was in a fey mood. She was keyed up and, thanks to Shefali's prohibition, not in a position to do anything about it. Blowing Dean at lunch and draining him dry afterwards had been satisfying, but it did nothing to relieve the itchy craving she felt down below.
The blonde was also a bit bemused to discover she was a celebrity on campus. Her miniskirt attracted instant envious attention from the other girls; a surprising number of them also were fascinated by her catheter. It was one thing to show Paige, before swim; her friend had examined Zoe closely with wide eyes and reached out to stroke the stud with a finger, before asking if it had hurt. She'd looked disappointed when Zoe admitted the procedure had been painless. (She'd omitted everything except "temporary medical necessity" when explaining why the catheter was needed in the first place.)
It got worse during class, where she remained dressed and on display, folding towels while she tinkled beside the pool, while every other student in the class gawked at her. All of them apparently told all of their friends about her as soon as swim was over. After what felt like the millionth request to see or attempt to flip up her skirt, Zoe was reduced to brusque "no" or even "get your own" responses. Plenty of people got to see anyway, because she'd realized early on that she needed to pull her skirt up around her waist every time she sat down to avoid soaking it.
Judging by the unguarded feverish speculation Zoe overheard over locker banks between classes, when the speakers didn't realize she was present, there wasn't a soul on campus who didn't know the key facts by mid-afternoon: Mariah, Zoe, and Dean had been together privately at Spots; Mariah was gone; Zoe had been in a long private interview with Principal Edwards; she'd been wearing her "Z-skirt" when it concluded. The accompanying speculations generally were either amusing or alarming.
Great, I even have a fashion named after me, she thought with annoyance. Can't a girl just get laid in peace? It wasn't like she was the only person getting some. In fact, Zoe sulked, she probably was the only person *not* getting some! She masturbated in chemistry, ignoring the other students, but her self-induced orgasm brought only minor relief. Just out of frustration she teased two of the boys into letting her milk them after class.
In yearbook, Ms. Petersen seemed transfixed by Zoe's dripping urine. Her sentences were unusually disorganized and sometimes stopped in mid-thought. Every time Zoe looked at her, her teacher was gazing at her catheter tube. Finally Hannah just walked up to Zoe, firmly pressed her legs open, and began sucking gently on the tube like a straw.
This was too much even for the flighty Joanne, who had been leading a discussion about how to order the faculty pictures. Zoe's initial suggestion that they just alphabetize by name had met with a frosty reception. "Do you *have* to, like, flaunt yourself so much? Some of us are, like, trying to do real work. I don't know who woke up and, like, made you Principal Edwards' new pet. But, like, this is a team effort, and if you, like, don't want to be part of the team, well, like, screw you!" Hannah had to stand up and restore order to the classroom.
So now Zoe stood by the school entrance, watching the flow of uniformed students heading for buses or home, and nursed her temper while she waited for Dean. She derived some sardonic amusement from the hand printed sign taped to the door of the administration building: "NO Z-SKIRTS FOR SALE!!! They do not comply with school dress code policy!"
Dean met her with a quick embrace and a warm kiss. "Tough day, huh babe? Hey, I'm sorry again if I hurt you last night; I didn't realize anything was wrong."
"No, it's not your fault; I enjoyed it too. I'm just a little... tender. Shefali says I'll be good as new by tomorrow, and I can't wait!" Zoe squeezed his hard cock in emphasis. The blonde hadn't sorted it out in her mind, but she'd omitted all mention of her rape and blamed everything on her anal deflowering the previous night, and the new piercing.
"This isn't a problem for you, is it?" she asked him as they began walking towards Spots.
"Not at all," Dean assured her. "I want my shoes back too! And it's never a problem to drive you home. You know I'd pick you up in the mornings too, if you wanted."
"No, I like the bus," Zoe demurred. "It -- lets me keep an eye on things, I guess. But there's no rush getting home today, like this." She gestured at the yellow drops tinkling to the ground. "I'll just tell Mom and Dad I'm sleeping over at Claudia's or something."
It took a while to find somebody who would let them in, but eventually Zoe collected a bag with her missing clothes of the previous evening, including her prized shoes. There was another short delay while she relieved Dean's full bladder, and then they were on their way.
"I'm sorry about your seat," Zoe apologized, "I should have thought about this." She was peeing steadily into the upholstery of the passenger's seat and the aroma was pretty strong in the enclosed space.
Dean shrugged. "Nah, don't worry. The way I figure, I'm indirectly responsible, too. Besides, the car's a beater, and the smell reminds me of you. I kinda like it."
Her mother's car was already in the driveway, so Zoe headed straight next door and let herself in. She bounded up the stairs to Claudia's bedroom, and discovered her friend was not alone.
Claudia was wearing a strap-on dildo and pounding into another girl lying on the edge of the bed with her feet in the air. Curious and a little jealous, Zoe moved for a better look and recognized Joanne! The cheerleader squeaked in surprise, muffled by a ball gag in her mouth.
"Oh, hi Zoe, I didn't hear you come in," Claudia greeted her. She withdrew a bit, letting Zoe see the black rubber cock. It looked much wider and longer than the tool Mariah had used on her. It slammed back into the cheerleader hard enough to make her tits jiggle. "What do you think?"
"I think Joanne thinks I'm not, like, a team player."
"Maybe she doesn't know you well enough. She is a fucking pain in the ass, but I have to admit the bitch is starting to grow on me. She's still not fucking broken in yet," Claudia admitted, as she lifted Joanne's ankles a bit and shafted her a few more times in quick succession, quelling the other girl's feeble attempts to free herself. Zoe noticed Joanne wasn't using her hands for anything although they didn't appear to be restrained in any way.
"Hey, grab that fucking butt plug, will you?" Zoe followed Claudia's nod and saw it sitting on the nightstand next to an open jar of lubricant. She picked it up and pressed it into the jar to pick up a big dollop of jelly on the tip.
"May I?" asked Zoe. "I'd really love to show Joanne I can work on a team."
Claudia pulled out and stood aside, still holding Joanne's kicking ankles. Zoe took a moment to look at Joanne's stretched cunt, comparing it unfavorably to Mariah's or her own, and focused on the girl's winking rosebud. She twisted the plug into it, creaming as she listened to Joanne's muffled screams, until the narrowed base neared the ring of muscle and the cheerleader's asshole sucked it in.
"Thanks," Claudia said shortly as she lined up and started plowing the exposed cunt again.
"No problem. Uh, I was wondering if I could stay the night?" asked Zoe.
"Fucking bad timing," commented Claudia. "Joanne and I were planning some quality time together. Can't we do this another time?"
"It's my catheter," Zoe explained. "I can't let me parents see me like this." There was a puddle forming on the wood floor beneath her.
"Fuck. Look, there's a package of Depends in the fucking closet. You can fucking have them, okay?"
What was Claudia doing with adult diapers? Zoe wasn't sure she wanted to know. She collected the package; they looked bigger than her skirt.
"Quit stalling! You can fucking change at your house!"
That was Claudia. "Thanks," Zoe said, and headed downstairs. She was a little pissed that Claudia didn't have more time for her, and a lot turned on, and even more pissed she couldn't do anything about it. She headed out the back door, figuring it would be easier to evade her mother's glance, and nearly tripped over Paige.
Her friend was kneeling, totally naked, on the back porch with her hands clasped behind her neck and her chain swinging gently from her nipples; a small red heart pendant dangled from the center of the chain. From her position, she could see Zoe's obvious state of arousal clearly.
"Were you and Claudia...?" Paige whispered with a look of betrayal on her face.
Zoe instantly realized who Paige must have been scheming to hook up with these last few months. How ironic to find the two sisters had again fixated on the same person. Well, Paige didn't deserve to be kept in ignorance, and Claudia could clean up her own messes.
"No, Paige," she said. "I just came to borrow some clothes." She hefted the diaper bag, displaying a sheepish grin. "Claudia's in her bedroom -- go on up."
Zoe was able to avoid any further encounters before reaching the safety of her own room. After kicking off her shoes, she stood in the tub and released the finger she'd held over the end of the tube to block any betraying spills, feeling like a guy as she aimed the brief stream towards the drain. She quickly proceeded to unzip and remove her skirt, withdrew her catheter tube, and then pulled on one of the diapers.
It felt bulky, although not uncomfortable, and wasn't really too noticeable after she'd pulled a pair of sweatpants over it.Zoe exchanged her jacket and blouse for a sweatshirt and settled down to try and distract herself with homework before dinner.
Her reward for that dedication was a little free time to watch television with her parents after dinner. The shows were a bit dull, but it was surprisingly pleasant to engage in such a normal, routine activity. She might have stayed longer, but a whiff of urine made Zoe decide to cut the evening short.
Alone in her room, she stripped off her sweats, but the diaper seemed to be doing okay. Zoe started channel surfing, following up on a mental itch that had been bothering her. Whatever was going on at Hyde High, it just *couldn't* be a simple porno operation. Aside from the dubious financial aspects, normal people just didn't act that way. Zoe looked at the schools in the shows she hopped past -- schools with superheroes, with rock stars, with vampires -- and none of them looked anything like hers. Of course, maybe that was just playing to the censors, but there wasn't any hint of the sort of activity that was common at Hyde. And it wasn't just a few people hiding in a sea of normalcy; Zoe was reminded that nobody at Hyde seemed to be behaving like the sort of school kids she remembered from the previous year. Moreover, the faculty, including Principal Edwards, seemed just as affected. When had she lost sight of that?
Frustrated, she switched over to the DVD player and watched "Slut Sisters" again. Zoe was concerned about Shefali's instructions, so she settled for squeezing her thighs tightly together and wringing her nipples with her fingers. When had it become normal for her to have sex with boys? With girls? When had she decided that she not only would drink piss, but like it? It was ironic, really, that she, whose life had been impacted so profoundly by Amber's innocent cell phone topless photo, was now watching a graphic video of herself engaged in a three-way! Zoe couldn't resist sliding a hand into her diaper and tickling her needy clit until she jerked with release.
Feeling calmer, Zoe mused on the situation as she licked her fingers clean. How could she get to the bottom of what was going on? She certainly didn't intend to let her rape at the hands of Principal Edwards be for nothing.
Something of that attitude was still with Zoe the next morning. As Shefali had promised, she woke with damp diapers but a moderately full bladder. It felt good to pee normally again, and even better to masturbate in the shower, working herself vigorously both front and back while fantasizing the warm spray covering her came from Dean.
It was with a feeling of contentment and control that Zoe realized, half-dressed, that she had no uniform skirt. One was downstairs in the bottom of the laundry hamper, and she'd lost the other yesterday. Screw it, she decided; if Principal Edwards wanted to make something of it, let him! The blonde pulled on the Z-skirt, admiring herself in the mirror, and decided it didn't look as good on her without the heels, but that was a fight for another day.
Zoe realized she'd made an inspired choice by the time she made it to her locker before first period. In spite of the sign on the administration building, or perhaps because of it, the Z-skirt craze had spread. A surprisingly large number of girls had attempted personal modifications to their uniforms, and if some of the less successful attempts were turned away at the entrance, a number -- including Zoe herself -- were not. It was hard not to feel flattered.
She felt considerably more anxiety when she met Paige in the locker room before swim. Zoe hadn't seen her since leaving Claudia's yesterday, and it didn't take a genius to guess that Paige couldn't have been happy with what she'd found. Surprisingly, her friend seemed far more cheerful -- in her usual offbeat fashion -- than Zoe expected.
"Zoe, I just want to thank you for what you did yesterday," started Paige, with an earnest look on her face. "I mean, I was mad to start with, but then I realized it was all for the best."
It wasn't hard for Zoe to look interested, and a little puzzled. "Oh?"
"Well, I went up to Claudia's bedroom, like you said, and she was there fucking Joanne with this strap-on like there was no tomorrow. I guess you must have known she was there?" Zoe nodded, and Paige continued her story. "My spastic sister, can you believe it? At first I thought it was going to be just like with Kevin, but then Claudia called me over. I didn't want to go, but I'd spent all this time setting up this D&S thing with Claudia, getting her to the right mindset and all, and it was Valentine's Day, and I *was* standing there naked."
"So I go over to them, and Claudia gets off the spazz, and tells me to eat her out! I wasn't going to do it, but then she pushed me onto my knees and shoved my face into Joanne's pussy. It smelled pretty good -- you know? -- and she said I'd better start licking."
"I might have done it, but then that bitch started giggling! I pull back just a bit, and Claudia started whipping my butt with some strap or something. I don't think she was pulling her blows much, either." Paige turned slightly so Zoe could see the welts. "So I started licking her, and she was still giggling. I have *never* been so humiliated in my entire life!"
Paige paused, running one hand along the chain between her nipples, eyes unfocused. "The thing was, after a little bit, hypergirl wasn't giggling and all of us were breathing kind of hard. I was thinking she was even going to cum, but then Claudia told me to stop. She took off the strap-on, and I thought she was going to make me eat her out, but no -- she tells me, 'Paige, I want to see your fist inside Joanne, right now!'" Paige's eyes were focused on Zoe now. "You should have seen the look on Joanne's face! I was juicing so bad I think I would have cum like a crazy girl if I could have touched myself!"
"So I bunch up my fingers like so," Paige demonstrated, "and just slid them up inside her. She was so wet, and I guess that strap-on had opened her up a bit, it was like cutting warm butter. Even with that thing she had up her ass. What a slut!"
Zoe felt her pussy contract, squeezing moisture into her panties. She pushed them down, providing access for her fingers, and waited for her friend to continue.
"So then I start pumping her, and I'm really getting into it. It felt really good to pay her back for all the shit she's done to me, but I can see the fucking slut is really getting into it too. I know it has to be hurting -- my arm was really going into her -- but it was like she didn't care! And then Claudia sat right on her face, with her ass. I could hear the spazz start licking, and I know she was getting Claudia's asshole, 'cause I could see it wasn't her pussy."
"Then Claudia just leaned back a bit more, and started pissing in my face. I swear we were all cumming so hard we couldn't see straight. All I could think about was how good it felt to fuck over Joanne, and how good it must have made Claudia feel to be doing those things to both of us, and how much I was getting off on all of it."
"It made me realize this is what I am -- a piece of meat to be used by others. I don't have to worry about hang-ups or inhibitions! Let people do what they want; I enjoy it." With a shudder, she added, "I crave it. Let me thank you for showing me this, Zoe."
She slid to her knees in front of Zoe and buried her face in the blonde's sopping cunt, licking eagerly. Zoe released her bladder, emptying it into Paige's hungry mouth, and then began riding the other girl's tongue. It felt good, but Zoe knew she needed a cock.
The strangest part of the experience was after the end, when Paige was pulling on her bikini bottoms. "Zoe," she asked, "are you wearing a new perfume?"
Lunch seemed like it would never come. Zoe forced herself to wait, knowing it wasn't fair to Dean to fuck some other guy just because she couldn't make it another few hours. She would have trotted across the cafeteria to their table, but it wouldn't have been in keeping with her hard-won image.
When she caught sight of another girl nursing on Dean's cock, Zoe's first thought was rage. On reflection, however, Dean probably hadn't instigated it, and Nikki was no Mariah -- or Zoe. Like herself, Dean had needs; no harm there. But she was here now; Nikki could take a hike.
Kevin laughed from an adjacent table when Zoe walked up and pushed Nikki aside, causing a mouthful of Dean's thick scum to spill on the other girl's blouse. The blonde felt her bladder clench, but she was starting to become accustomed to the occasional loss of control, and didn't hesitate to direct the stream of urine onto her vanquished rival. "Looks like you almost lost yourself a boyfriend, Slow-ee!" the senior taunted her, as Dean attempted to apologize.
"Don't worry, I understand," Zoe reassured her boyfriend. She squeezed his tool tightly, and then began fondling his balls roughly, loving the way they bulged in his smooth tight sack, and delighted to see him leaking again already. She spared a mean look for Kevin. "Lost boyfriends? You should talk, Kevin -- I know where Joanne's getting it from, and it isn't you!"
Enraged, Kevin leaped to his feet, knocking Jana on her butt. "Bitch! I'll show you what she's getting!"
Zoe eyed his hard meat. Okay, so he had the largest cock on campus, but he really wasn't that much bigger than Dean. Just the same, she really did need a shafting, and she didn't want to waste any of Dean's juice. "Give it your best shot, but don't bother me too much -- I'm busy." She swallowed Dean, tasting a trace of his yummy piss before focusing on milking him to orgasm.
Kevin was energetic, and his slaps warmed her ass, but really Zoe thought he wasn't enough. She needed to reach between her legs and flick the stud above her clit repeatedly as he pumped her from behind."It was not enough," she mused later. "No wonder Joanne had moved on to Claudia's strap-on." | ft ws mf rape oral ScFi fsolo ff+ m+f reluc mc mf+ rim sm anal Mf Ff ff Ff mf m+f fsolo msolo MF m+f+ fist mc nc cbt inc rape reluc scat sm tort viol ws anal oral rim toys ScFi | Part 5 of 7 | Authors/Virtual_Scott/Prospects/Prospects5.txt |
92,271 | Ladytlj | Hunger Part 2 | Zach came crashing through the front door, his big feet stomping through the house.
"Dad! Emma! Where are you guys?" Zach was a sweet 21-year-old college kid in a man's body, but man what a body he had! At a little over 6 feet, he had already grown into his massive shoulders and arms. Needless to say, he was quite a ladies' man. And he was intelligent as well as good-looking.
His black hair was long, and he usually tied it back. His blue eyes were fringed with super-long, almost feminine, eyelashes and framed with brooding eyebrows. His strong jaw belied his sweet nature, but his masculine poise was always evident in the way he carried himself.
"Hey, Zach. What are you doing in town?" I asked excitedly, coming out of the kitchen. Zach attended college at Duke University where he studied engineering.
As I gave a small yelp, I ran up to my sexy stepbrother and threw my slender arms around his neck. Zach wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me to his rock-hard chest as I jumped up to hug him. I gave him a soft peck on his abrasive cheek and stepped back to look at him.
I was a twenty-two-year-old petite brunette with curly hair and, I've been told, innocently sexy features. I've got chocolate brown eyes, a pert nose, and kissable lips.
"Jarrett's going to be so happy to see you. Did anyone else come with you?" I asked, looking toward the front door to see if we had guests. Remembering the episode with Kevin (see part 1), I was sure that Zach was still dating Kevin's girlfriend and may have brought her home with him.
"No. Cheron is still back on campus. Since it's spring break, we've decided to take our vacations separately to cool things down a bit between us." Cheron used to be Kevin's girlfriend, and he didn't appreciate Zach horning in on his action. Zach's dad, Jarrett, and I had first-hand knowledge of the problems brewing between Zach, Kevin, and Cheron.
I didn't know Cheron all that well and had only partied with her twice. She was a beautiful petite black-Asian girl, and I could see why Zach was attracted to her. Her toffee-colored skin was unblemished, and she was a sexily built powerhouse. She seemed to be unaware of her innate sexiness. But you know what they say about still waters running deep.
"Zach---Kevin was here last week looking for you." I looked into Zach's questioning eyes. I rushed on. "He had a gun. Jarrett and I decided that we'd tell you about what happened when you came home for a visit. God, Zach, he was so mad." Jarrett was Zach's father. When I looked at Zach, I realized that he was just a younger image of Jarrett and just as sexy.
"Listen--Cheron and Kevin broke up long before I started seeing her." Zach told me, his eyebrows lowering, and thunderbolts coming from his stormy blue eyes. Then he realized that I told him that Kevin had a gun.
"Did he hurt you?" he asked, his eyes softening to look into my brown ones, promising retribution on Kevin if I said yes.
I trembled slightly as I turned away from him, my hand covering my eyes, pausing to run my hand through my soft, silky curls. My hunger for sex was welling up inside me, and I had to turn away for fear that he would see my desire. Last week was surely an eye-opening experience for my budding sexuality.
"No. He didn't hurt us, he just scared us." I didn't want to tell him that, although the evening had started out badly, I got a sexual workout that still haunted my dreams.
"I'll have a talk with him. I didn't realize that Cheron and Kevin hadn't officially broken it off," he said to himself, looking away and rubbing his hand over his chest.
"Well, he doesn't think things are over between them. Please, Zach, be careful," I said worryingly, trying not to look at the motions of his hand. I know that my nipples were becoming sensitive, rubbing against the inside of my black lacy bra. Unconsciously, my arm came up to hide my body's reaction to his actions.
The sound of the opening door brought Zach's and my eyes to see Jarrett standing there.
"Son, hello there! What are you doing in town?" Jarrett asked as he came over to Zach to give him a hug.
"I'm here over spring break. I leave on Saturday morning. Boy, do I need a break," Zach told them both, laughing, breaking the sexual tension between us.
"Well, son, good to have you home. I'm going to get washed up." Jarrett looked over at me and asked, "Is dinner almost ready?"
"Yes. We're having pizza." I was once again distracted from all the testosterone filling the room. My legs could hardly take me back to the kitchen because they felt so shaky.
Later on that evening, as we said our good nights, I knew that it was going to be a long sleepless night. I decided to take a hot shower to encourage my body to slumber.
Stepping inside the shower, feeling the hot water on my even hotter body, I realized that this was probably not a very good idea. The needle-like spray felt like magical tongues on my sensitive skin. I moaned as I slathered rich creamy soap over my hardened nipples; unbelievable soft breasts to trail down my tummy to the portal of my femininity. At this point, my cunt was throbbing, hungry for cock.
Rinsing off, I quickly turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my overheated body. As I opened the door, there stood Zach. I looked up into his eyes, I knew what he was after, and a delicious shiver ran through me. I stepped back wordlessly, and Zach stepped into the bathroom with me, closed and locked the door.
This was my stepbrother, for heaven's sake. But I knew that heaven had very little to do with this hunger. I thought to myself. Although he hadn't been my stepbrother for very long, in my mind I tried to think of him as a brother. I couldn't have a sexual relationship with him, could I?
"Zach, please, let me out of here," I begged, but hoping against hope that he would disobey my pleas.
"I need to talk to you," he said gruffly, his hot gaze encompassing my sweet-smelling body, scantily attired in a fluffy pink towel.
"Fine, just let me go back to my room and throw a robe on," I said.
"Oh no, I can't do that." He stepped closer to me, his hand coming up to cup the back of my head. My eyes closed in surrender. His fingers massaged this sensitive place until I was almost mad with desire for him.
"I came back home because I've missed you. I thought about you, dreamed about you, desired you, and I needed to come home to tell you." As he was talking to me, seducing me, he was pulling me closer to his magnificently shaped body. I didn't realize that my towel had become untied, and it was now around my feet. I closed my eyes as his hands were now on my fragrant skin, and my arms were up around his neck. I had to hold on for fear that I, too, would be on the floor around his feet.
I subconsciously rubbed my body on his, hoping to put out the fire but, of course, due to my actions, this was having just the opposite effect. His silky hair ran through my fingers as I began my exploration. His hair was loose and fell gently on his massive shoulders. My fingers trailed around the tip of his sensitive ears.
My tongue flickered out to moisten my suddenly arid lips. I could see in his lust-filled gaze that this was his clue to continue on this sexual odyssey.
"God, I want you." As his lips took possession of mine, he could taste acquiescence on my tongue. I realized that maybe I'd been too hasty in discounting Zach as a sexual partner. His lips were getting a response from me that I had withheld from my boyfriend, Aaron.
Aaron and I had been having sex for about 6 months. Since Aaron was more experienced than I, he was not anywhere close to Zach on the fuck-o-meter. Even though I had had hot mating sessions with Aaron, I could tell that Zach would be my equal in a sexual contest.
Zach's talented lips trailed down to the sensitive hollows of my neck. The flame that was lit earlier was now a raging inferno, and Zach had the hose to put out my fire. His erection pressed urgently against my stomach, and as Zach continued, I could feel it lengthening and growing even harder, searching out my feminine part to his masculine one.
He lifted his head as he hurriedly removed his shirt, pulling the bottom of it from his pants. My eyes roved over his hairy chest, and my hands soon followed suit. His chest had just the right amount of hair as I delved into it, the soft pads of my fingers caressing his male nipples into sharp points.
He gazed at me with hooded eyes and growled, "No more or it'll be over before we start." He grabbed my hands and gently placed them behind my back and held them in one of his large hands. This action bowed my body and thrust my breasts up as an offering to him. With his free hand, he caressed my breast, my nipple rock-hard in his soft palm.
His strong fingers plucked my nipple to even greater hardness, if it was possible. His hot mouth fastened on my willing tip. His tongue flickered quickly over it, and as he began sucking, I tried not to moan my pleasure, but it was impossible. His mouth was just too, too talented.He continued with the other one, not willing that it should be left out. My chest rose and fell with my breath rushing in and out of my lungs.
The pressure was gone from my breasts, and I opened my eyes to see him removing his jeans. It vaguely registered that he wasn't wearing underwear.
He grasped my hips and placed me on the bathroom sink. I gasped at the coolness of the countertop, but it couldn't ease the molten heat that emanated from my pussy.
Zach knelt at the edge of the sink, and he put each of my legs on his shoulders. I hooked my legs at the ankles and urged him closer to my throbbing snatch. He tentatively burrowed his nose in my tender cleft, moving my pussy hairs away from the place that he most wanted to taste.
His tongue laved my engorged clit. As he circled his tongue around my love button, I could feel the orgasmic tremors start. My hands grasped his hair, pulling him ever closer. My pussy refused to stay still as it began grinding on Zach's clever tongue. Zach's hands encouraged my hips in their motions.
"OHHH Zach, please, oh...oh...I'm cummmming," I whimpered. His tongue continued its stroking, eking out every quivering orgasmic spasm that flowed through my body.
As I quieted, Zach removed my legs and stood up. He reached down to grasp his cock to place it at the threshold of my steaming vagina. Once again, his hands grasped my hips to hold them in place as he began his earnest fucking of my twat. He slowly entered my creamy pussy and then plunged all the way to the hilt.
His prick was so large that it made me feel like a virgin all over again. "Zach, you're too big, ohhhhhh, stop... stop...stop," I pleaded, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. The burning pain that I had first felt had begun to ease, and pleasure replaced the pain. My legs wrapped themselves around Zach's waist in order to feel every inch of Zach's cock.
"Zach, don't stop, ohhhh pleassse don't sstttopp," I moaned savagely, my hips circling his magnificent prick. My hands reached up to hold onto Zach's shoulders, the only true stability I had in this world gone mad.
The hungry heat that filled my cunt was raging out of control. "Zach, fuck me, harder, uhhhhhh...." I could sense my impending orgasm was almost upon me as Zach's pistoning cock probed even deeper.
"Emma, baby, you are fucking fantastic. Your pussy is so hot," Zach moaned, the muscles in his back and arms stood out delineated by each ropy cord. "Take my cock, baby. Take it." His pumping escalated. "That's it, come with me, sweets." His masculine appeals sent my pussy to vibrating against his hard invading prick.
My mouth open in a wordless scream had Zach putting his mouth over mine to capture each gasping orgasmic shudder filling my body with sexual gratification. I could feel Zach's boiling semen fill my hot cunt, splashing against my sensitive cervix.
Zach wrapped me in his arms, almost to the point of pain with his strong squeezing. His head dropped to my shoulder, and I could feel his moist breath on my neck.
Gathering his strength, he left me, bending over to pick my towel off the floor to hand it to me.
"Zach....?" The rest of my question remained in the air.
"Go to your room, and we'll talk about this tomorrow," he muttered, his back turned away from me, giving my gaze access to his gorgeous ass, giving "buns of steel" a whole new meaning.
I hesitated, and he said, "Do it now, before I lose what little control I have left."
I hurriedly left for my room and closed the door. As I sank down on my quilted bed, my mind whirled with so many thoughts that I thought it would explode. What now? Do I pursue my interest in Jarrett, or Zach?
A sound from my walk-in closet alerted me to the fact that I wasn't alone. I turned my head and looked up and saw Jarrett coming closer to me. I realized that he had been waiting for me. Jarrett knelt by my bedside, and as I gazed at his handsome face, I knew that tonight wasn't over yet. I closed my eyes as Jarrett's face came closer. With parted lips, my mouth waited for the carnal kiss I knew was coming.
Oh, god, how I love these two men. How can I justify my behavior? I'm a prisoner of sexual hunger, and they both know how to stoke the fire to a blazing inferno.
I could feel my juicy pussy clench, waiting for, hungering for more male attention.
Jarrett loosened my towel like he was unwrapping a precious present. "Emma, you have the most incredible body. My whole body is aching to fuck you." His gaze traveled down my exposed skin, setting it on fire. My nipples begged for attention, and he didn't disappoint them.
His mouth came down and gave them the attention that they deserved. My body writhed with his ministration and the sparks that were arcing from the tips of my breasts to the very depths of my pussy.
I hadn't realized that he only had a robe on, but now even that was gone. My hands trailed along his neck to his strong shoulders. This was definitely no body of a 41-year-old man. I could feel his masculine strength overpower my feminine will. But I have to admit that it wasn't all that hard for him to overcome.
Jarrett covered my waiting, willing body. His hands gripped my hips, giving him complete access to my bubbling pussy, which I had conveniently given him access to by spreading my legs. He groaned as he completely seated himself in my cunt. "God, you are so wet for me." I didn't tell him that my pussy juice was mixed with his son's cream, giving me that super wet pussy feeling. He waited until I seemed to be acclimated to his size and then began the dance that was created back in Adam and Eve's time.
His hips took over from his mind, trying to fuck me deeper, harder, and faster than I have ever been fucked in my life. "Emma, Emma...." His mantra continued. My insides were liquefying, encouraging the orgasm that rolled through my love hole. Suddenly, I was there, gasping and moaning out the most awesome orgasmic pleasure that a man can give to a woman.
I didn't think it was even possible to reach the pinnacle of pleasure that my pussy had reached tonight. Jarrett stiffened, his head back, the corded muscles in his neck stood out in relief. His face was so sexually stimulating that another orgasm ripped through my cunt. Hearing Jarrett's savage groan, I could feel his ejaculation pulsating against my cervix.
Jarrett collapsed on me, rolling to the side, bringing me with him. My head was on his shoulder as my hand rested on his heaving chest. I could feel his heartbeat thunder through the tips of my sensitive fingertips. We rested until our bodies cooled down and heartbeats returned to normal.
No other words were said, and really weren't needed as he gently and quietly slipped out of my bed, picking up his robe and silently closed the door behind him as I drifted off to a dreamless, satisfying sleep. | null | Part 2 | Authors/Ladytlj/stories/hunger_part_2.txt |
92,277 | Ladytlj | Hunger Part 2 | Zach came crashing through the front door, his big feet stomping through the house.
"Dad! Emma! Where are you guys?" Zach was a sweet 21-year-old college kid in a man's body, but man, what a body he had! At a little over 6 feet, he had already grown into his massive shoulders and arms. Needless to say, he was quite a ladies' man. And he was intelligent as well as good-looking.
His black hair was long, and he usually tied it back. His blue eyes were fringed with super-long, almost feminine, eyelashes and framed with brooding eyebrows. His strong jaw belied his sweet nature, but his masculine poise was always evident in the way he carried himself.
"Hey, Zach. What are you doing in town?" I asked excitedly, coming out of the kitchen. Zach attended college at Duke University, where he studied engineering.
As I gave a small yelp, I ran up to my sexy stepbrother and threw my slender arms around his neck. Zach wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me to his rock-hard chest as I jumped up to hug him. I gave him a soft peck on his abrasive cheek and stepped back to look at him.
I was a twenty-two-year-old petite brunette with curly hair and, I've been told, innocently sexy features. I've got chocolate brown eyes, a pert nose, and kissable lips.
"Jarrett's going to be so happy to see you. Did anyone else come with you?" I asked, looking toward the front door to see if we had guests. Remembering the episode with Kevin (see part 1), I was sure that Zach was still dating Kevin's girlfriend and may have brought her home with him.
"No. Cheron is still back on campus. Since it's spring break, we've decided to take our vacations separately to cool things down a bit between us." Cheron used to be Kevin's girlfriend, and he didn't appreciate Zach horning in on his action. Zach's dad, Jarrett, and I had first-hand knowledge of the problems brewing between Zach, Kevin, and Cheron.
I didn't know Cheron all that well and had only partied with her twice. She was a beautiful petite black-Asian girl, and I could see why Zach was attracted to her. Her toffee-colored skin was unblemished, and she was a sexily built powerhouse. She seemed to be unaware of her innate sexiness. But you know what they say about still waters running deep.
"Zach---Kevin was here last week looking for you." I looked into Zach's questioning eyes. I rushed on. "He had a gun. Jarrett and I decided that we'd tell you about what happened when you came home for a visit. God, Zach, he was so mad." Jarrett was Zach's father. When I looked at Zach, I realized that he was just a younger image of Jarrett and just as sexy.
"Listen--Cheron and Kevin broke up long before I started seeing her," Zach told me, his eyebrows lowering, and thunderbolts coming from his stormy blue eyes. Then he realized that I told him that Kevin had a gun.
"Did he hurt you?" he asked, his eyes softening to look into my brown ones, promising retribution on Kevin if I said yes.
I trembled slightly as I turned away from him, my hand covering my eyes, pausing to run my hand through my soft, silky curls. My hunger for sex was welling up inside me, and I had to turn away for fear that he would see my desire. Last week was surely an eye-opening experience for my budding sexuality.
"No. He didn't hurt us, he just scared us." I didn't want to tell him that, although the evening had started out badly, I got a sexual workout that still haunted my dreams.
"I'll have a talk with him. I didn't realize that Cheron and Kevin hadn't officially broken it off," he said to himself, looking away and rubbing his hand over his chest.
"Well, he doesn't think things are over between them. Please, Zach, be careful," I said worryingly, trying not to look at the motions of his hand. I know that my nipples were becoming sensitive, rubbing against the inside of my black lacy bra. Unconsciously, my arm came up to hide my body's reaction to his actions.
The sound of the opening door brought Zach's and my eyes to see Jarrett standing there.
"Son, hello there! What are you doing in town?" Jarrett asked as he came over to Zach to give him a hug.
"I'm here over spring break. I leave on Saturday morning. Boy, do I need a break," Zach told them both, laughing, breaking the sexual tension between us.
"Well, son, good to have you home. I'm going to get washed up." Jarrett looked over at me and asked, "Is dinner almost ready?"
"Yes. We're having pizza." I was once again distracted from all the testosterone filling the room. My legs could hardly take me back to the kitchen because they felt so shaky.
Later on that evening, as we said our good nights, I knew that it was going to be a long sleepless night. I decided to take a hot shower to encourage my body to slumber.
Stepping inside the shower, feeling the hot water on my even hotter body, I realized that this was probably not a very good idea. The needle-like spray felt like magical tongues on my sensitive skin. I moaned as I slathered rich creamy soap over my hardened nipples; unbelievably soft breasts to trail down my tummy to the portal of my femininity. At this point, my cunt was throbbing, hungry for cock.
Rinsing off, I quickly turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my overheated body. As I opened the door, there stood Zach. I looked up into his eyes, I knew what he was after, and a delicious shiver ran through me. I stepped back wordlessly, and Zach stepped into the bathroom with me, closed and locked the door.
This was my stepbrother, for heaven's sake. But I knew that heaven had very little to do with this hunger. I thought to myself. Although he hadn't been my stepbrother for very long, in my mind I tried to think of him as a brother. I couldn't have a sexual relationship with him, could I?
"Zach, please, let me out of here," I begged, but hoping against hope that he would disobey my pleas.
"I need to talk to you," he said gruffly, his hot gaze encompassing my sweet-smelling body, scantily attired in a fluffy pink towel.
"Fine, just let me go back to my room and throw a robe on," I said.
"Oh no, I can't do that." He stepped closer to me, his hand coming up to cup the back of my head. My eyes closed in surrender. His fingers massaged this sensitive place until I was almost mad with desire for him.
"I came back home because I've missed you. I thought about you, dreamed about you, desired you, and I needed to come home to tell you." As he was talking to me, seducing me, he was pulling me closer to his magnificently shaped body. I didn't realize that my towel had become untied, and it was now around my feet. I closed my eyes as his hands were now on my fragrant skin, and my arms were up around his neck. I had to hold on for fear that I, too, would be on the floor around his feet.
I subconsciously rubbed my body on his, hoping to put out the fire, but, of course, due to my actions, this was having just the opposite effect. His silky hair ran through my fingers as I began my exploration. His hair was loose and fell gently on his massive shoulders. My fingers trailed around the tip of his sensitive ears.
My tongue flickered out to moisten my suddenly arid lips. I could see in his lust-filled gaze that this was his clue to continue on this sexual odyssey.
"God, I want you." As his lips took possession of mine, he could taste acquiescence on my tongue. I realized that maybe I'd been too hasty in discounting Zach as a sexual partner. His lips were getting a response from me that I had withheld from my boyfriend, Aaron.
Aaron and I had been having sex for about 6 months. Since Aaron was more experienced than I, he was not anywhere close to Zach on the fuck-o-meter. Even though I had had hot mating sessions with Aaron, I could tell that Zach would be my equal in a sexual contest.
Zach's talented lips trailed down to the sensitive hollows of my neck. The flame that was lit earlier was now a raging inferno, and Zach had the hose to put out my fire. His erection pressed urgently against my stomach, and as Zach continued, I could feel it lengthening and growing even harder, searching out my feminine part to his masculine one.
He lifted his head as he hurriedly removed his shirt, pulling the bottom of it from his pants. My eyes roved over his hairy chest, and my hands soon followed suit. His chest had just the right amount of hair as I delved into it, the soft pads of my fingers caressing his male nipples into sharp points.
He gazed at me with hooded eyes and growled, "No more or it'll be over before we start." He grabbed my hands and gently placed them behind my back and held them in one of his large hands. This action bowed my body and thrust my breasts up as an offering to him. With his free hand, he caressed my breast, my nipple rock-hard in his soft palm.
His strong fingers plucked my nipple to even greater hardness, if it was possible. His hot mouth fastened on my willing tip. His tongue flickered quickly over it, and as he began sucking, I tried not to moan my pleasure, but it was impossible. His mouth was just too, too talented. He continued with the other one, not willing that it should be left out. My chest rose and fell with my breath rushing in and out of my lungs.
The pressure was gone from my breasts, and I opened my eyes to see him removing his jeans. It vaguely registered that he wasn't wearing underwear.
He grasped my hips and placed me on the bathroom sink. I gasped at the coolness of the countertop, but it couldn't ease the molten heat that emanated from my pussy.
Zach knelt at the edge of the sink, and he put each of my legs on his shoulders. I hooked my legs at the ankles and urged him closer to my throbbing snatch. He tentatively burrowed his nose in my tender cleft, moving my pussy hairs away from the place that he most wanted to taste.
His tongue laved my engorged clit.As he circled his tongue around my love button, I could feel the orgasmic tremors start. My hands grasped his hair, pulling him ever closer. My pussy refused to stay still as it began grinding on Zach's clever tongue. Zach's hands encouraged my hips in their motions.
"OHHH Zach, please, oh...oh...I'm cumming," I whimpered. His tongue continued its stroking, eking out every quivering orgasmic spasm that flowed through my body.
As I quieted, Zach removed my legs and stood up. He reached down to grasp his cock to place it at the threshold of my steaming vagina. Once again, his hands grasped my hips to hold them in place as he began his earnest fucking of my twat. He slowly entered my creamy pussy and then plunged all the way to the hilt.
His prick was so large that it made me feel like a virgin all over again. "Zach, you're too big, ohhhhhh, stop...stop...stop," I pleaded, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. The burning pain that I had first felt had begun to ease, and pleasure replaced the pain. My legs wrapped themselves around Zach's waist in order to feel every inch of Zach's cock.
"Zach, don't stop, ohhhh pleassse don't sstttopp," I moaned savagely, my hips circling his magnificent prick. My hands reached up to hold onto Zach's shoulders, the only true stability I had in this world gone mad.
The hungry heat that filled my cunt was raging out of control. "Zach, fuck me, harder, uhhhhhh...." I could sense my impending orgasm was almost upon me as Zach's pistoning cock probed even deeper.
"Emma, baby, you are fucking fantastic. Your pussy is so hot," Zach moaned, the muscles in his back and arms stood out delineated by each ropy cord. "Take my cock, baby. Take it." His pumping escalated. "That's it, come with me, sweets." His masculine appeals sent my pussy to vibrating against his hard invading prick.
My mouth open in a wordless scream had Zach putting his mouth over mine to capture each gasping orgasmic shudder filling my body with sexual gratification. I could feel Zach's boiling semen fill my hot cunt, splashing against my sensitive cervix.
Zach wrapped me in his arms, almost to the point of pain with his strong squeezing. His head dropped to my shoulder, and I could feel his moist breath on my neck.
Gathering his strength, he left me, bending over to pick my towel off the floor to hand it to me.
"Zach...?" The rest of my question remained in the air.
"Go to your room, and we'll talk about this tomorrow," he muttered, his back turned away from me, giving my gaze access to his gorgeous ass, giving "buns of steel" a whole new meaning.
I hesitated, and he said, "Do it now, before I lose what little control I have left."
I hurriedly left for my room and closed the door. As I sank down on my quilted bed, my mind whirled with so many thoughts that I thought it would explode. What now? Do I pursue my interest in Jarrett, or Zach?
A sound from my walk-in closet alerted me to the fact that I wasn't alone. I turned my head and looked up and saw Jarrett coming closer to me. I realized that he had been waiting for me. Jarrett knelt by my bedside, and as I gazed at his handsome face, I knew that tonight wasn't over yet. I closed my eyes as Jarrett's face came closer. With parted lips, my mouth waited for the carnal kiss I knew was coming.
Oh, god, how I love these two men. How can I justify my behavior? I'm a prisoner of sexual hunger, and they both know how to stoke the fire to a blazing inferno.
I could feel my juicy pussy clench, waiting for, hungering for more male attention.
Jarrett loosened my towel like he was unwrapping a precious present. "Emma, you have the most incredible body. My whole body is aching to fuck you." His gaze traveled down my exposed skin, setting it on fire. My nipples begged for attention, and he didn't disappoint them.
His mouth came down and gave them the attention that they deserved. My body writhed with his ministration, and the sparks that were arcing from the tips of my breasts to the very depths of my pussy.
I hadn't realized that he only had a robe on, but now even that was gone. My hands trailed along his neck to his strong shoulders. This was definitely no body of a 41-year-old man. I could feel his masculine strength overpower my feminine will. But I have to admit that it wasn't all that hard for him to overcome.
Jarrett covered my waiting, willing body. His hands gripped my hips, giving him complete access to my bubbling pussy, which I had conveniently given him access to by spreading my legs. He groaned as he completely seated himself in my cunt. "God, you are so wet for me." I didn't tell him that my pussy juice was mixed with his son's cream, giving me that super wet pussy feeling. He waited until I seemed to be acclimated to his size and then began the dance that was created back in Adam and Eve's time.
His hips took over from his mind, trying to fuck me deeper, harder, and faster than I have ever been fucked in my life. "Emma, Emma...." His mantra continued. My insides were liquefying, encouraging the orgasm that rolled through my love hole. Suddenly, I was there, gasping and moaning out the most awesome orgasmic pleasure that a man can give to a woman.
I didn't think it was even possible to reach the pinnacle of pleasure that my pussy had reached tonight. Jarrett stiffened, his head back, the corded muscles in his neck stood out in relief. His face was so sexually stimulating that another orgasm ripped through my cunt. Hearing Jarrett's savage groan, I could feel his ejaculation pulsating against my cervix.
Jarrett collapsed on me, rolling to the side, bringing me with him. My head was on his shoulder as my hand rested on his heaving chest. I could feel his heartbeat thunder through the tips of my sensitive fingertips. We rested until our bodies cooled down, and heartbeats returned to normal.
No other words were said, and really weren't needed as he gently and quietly slipped out of my bed, picking up his robe and silently closed the door behind him as I drifted off to a dreamless, satisfying sleep. | null | Part 2 | Authors/Ladytlj/www/stories/hunger_part_2.txt |
92,361 | Graf Enberg | Gabrieles kleine Familiengeschichte | Zwei Tage hatte sie Ruhe vor ihren Erpressern gehabt. Nun stand sie vor dem Bügelbrett und hatte noch jede Menge Arbeit vor sich, als die Tür sich öffnete. Sie wurde bleich, als neben Wolf, Kevin und Eva noch eine weitere Person ins Zimmer trat. Es war ein junges Mädchen, nicht allzu groß mit einer ähnlichen Frisur wie Kevin, doch schien sie ihr Haar blond zu färben. Lässig hatte sie ihre Hände tief in die Hosentaschen gegraben und sah sich neugierig um.
Wie um seine Macht beweisen zu müssen, ging Wolf auf Gabriele zu, küsste sie und fasste ihr demonstrativ unter das Hemd. "Hm, frisch rasiert", konstatierte er. "Du weißt eben genau, wie ich es mag." Er setzte sich neben King und strich über dessen Kopf.
"Darf ich vorstellen: das ist Julia." Er deutete auf das Mädchen, die ihr freundlich zunickte. "Kevins neue Flamme. Sie ist zwar erst vierzehn, aber scharf wie ein Rettich, wie Kevin immer sagt." Die Kleine kicherte und knuffte ihren Freund. "Aber keine Angst, Gaby", fuhr Wolf fort, "für dich bleibt auch noch genug." Er wandte sich an seine Freunde: "Auf was wartet ihr? Geht ins Schlafzimmer und bereitet alles vor, wir sind gleich soweit." Die drei kamen seinem Wunsch umgehend nach.
"Nur mal aus reiner Neugierde: Wo schläft Stefan jetzt eigentlich, wenn King hier so auf seinem ehemaligen Bett thront?" fragte er Gaby.
"Er schläft jetzt auch im Schlafzimmer, Herr", antwortete Gaby verschämt.
"Na, na!" hob er belehrend seinen Zeigefinger. "Dass du da nicht einmal in Versuchung gerätst. Ich glaube aber nicht, dass er schon weiß, wozu er seinen kleinen Pimmel außer zum Pissen noch gebrauchen kann. Genug geplaudert, ab ins Arbeitszimmer", grinste er und erhob sich. Gabriele folgte ihm ängstlich.
Sie sah, wie Kevin damit beschäftigt war, die Videoausrüstung aufzubauen, während die anderen das Bett freiräumten. Sie warfen die Sachen achtlos ins Wohnzimmer.
Kevin drückte ihr einen Zettel in die Hand. "Lies dir das durch und versuche es dir zu merken. Denn gleich lächelst du in die Kamera und sagst das Sprüchlein auf." Gabriele schluckte, als sie die Notiz überflog.
"Eva sucht euch jetzt noch ein paar geile Fetzen aus, dann können wir gleich loslegen", kommandierte Wolf.
Ohne Scheu schlüpfte Julia aus ihren Klamotten und Eva half ihr in die feinen schwarzen Nylons, die auch Gabriele schon einmal tragen musste. Auch für das junge Mädchen waren die hohen Absätze ihrer Stilettos anscheinend Neuland. Gabriele bekam einen Catsuit aus grobmaschigem Netzgewebe, der allerdings ihren Schritt vollkommen barließ. High Heels vervollständigten auch ihr Outfit.
"Okay, okay", fieberte Wolf. "Erste Szene: Ihr zwei Hübschen räkelt euch auf dem Bett, befummelt euch etwas und küsst euch. Und dabei will ich Zunge sehen, viel Zunge." Er benahm sich wie ein unterschätzter Hollywood-Regisseur. "Wenn ich winke, setzt ihr euch auf, lächelt in die Kamera und sagt euren Spruch auf. Erst Julia, dann Schwenk auf Gaby. Und Action!"
Gabriele kroch zu Julia auf das Bett, nahm sie in den Arm und küsste sie leidenschaftlich. Langsam wanderten ihre Hände über den flachen Bauch des Teenagers und erkundeten ihr blankes Fötzchen. Die Kleine schien schon zu triefen. Nach einigen Minuten gestikulierte Wolf wild, so dass Gabriele fast zu lachen anfing.
Wie aufgetragen setzten sie sich nun. "Hallo! Ich bin die Julia, vierzehn Jahre alt und ich bin schon ganz kirre, da mich mein Freund Kevin Leuther gleich zu einer Frau machen wird." Dabei winkte sie keck in die Linse, während Gabriele es kaum fassen konnte. Doch schon war ihr Gesicht im Fokus und sie zwang sich ein Lächeln auf.
"Hi, ich heiße Gabriele und bin 43 Jahre alt. Ich bin stolz, dass mir mein Meister Wolf Herrmann heute mein Arschloch entjungfern wird."
"Und Cut!" schrie Wolf. "Das läuft ja wie geschmiert. Also gut, nun erst ein bisschen Blasmusik, aber etwas Zurückhaltung, die Damen. Es soll ja nur ein Vorspiel sein. Gleiche Reihenfolge: Julia, dann Gaby." Die beiden Jungs waren im Nu nackt und stellten sich auf das Bett, wo die Frauen bereits knieten. "Und Action!" rief Wolf, während Eva nun filmte.
Sofort stülpte die Kleine ihre Lippen um Kevins kleinen Penis und saugte wie eine Wilde. Plötzlich griff er ihr ins kurze Haar, um sie zu stoppen, doch als er seinen Schwanz herausgezogen hatte, spritzte er schon seine ganze Ladung über ihr Gesicht.
"Stop!" Wolf sprang vom Bett. "Kannst du dich nicht einmal etwas zügeln?" tobte er.
"Sorry", murmelte Kevin. "Aber das geht schon gleich wieder."
"Also gut", beruhigte sich Wolf etwas. "Schau, dass dir deine Kleine wieder etwas Leben in die Lenden zaubert. Eva, komm auf diese Seite, Gabriele kann's schon nicht mehr erwarten. Und Action!" Mit auf dem Rücken verschränkten Händen küsste Gaby nun Wolfs Schwanz, umspielte mit der Zunge seinen Schaft, leckte seine Eier. Dann verschwand sein Rammler in ihr, tief, immer tiefer. Bis zum Anschlag. Sie konnte ihre Atmung kontrollieren, entspannte ihre Halsmuskulatur. Sie entließ ihn wieder fast ganz, noch einmal tief einsaugen, etwas schneller, heftiger. Gabriele gab sich alle Mühe, sie wollte, dass der Angeber abspritzte, sie wollte, dass die anderen auch sahen, was er für ein Aufschneider war. Wieder war sein Hammer tief in ihrer Kehle, ihre Nase stieß an seinen Schamhügel. Da merkte sie, dass er soweit war. Er versuchte augenblicklich zurückzuziehen, doch sie machte es ihm so schwer wie möglich. Fest schloss sie ihre Lippen um seinen Schaft, saugte wie von Sinnen, ließ ihre Zunge schnell spielen … Schon quoll sein Saft in ihren Mund, über ihr Gesicht, spritzte auf die Laken.
"Scheiße", knurrte er. "Wir machen eine kurze Pause." Damit stapfte er aus dem Zimmer. Zufrieden stellte Gaby fest, dass nicht nur sie verschmitzt grinste.
Nach einiger Zeit kehrte Wolf mit Eva zurück, die ihm seine Männlichkeit wiederhergestellt hatte. "Lasst uns weitermachen", meinte er lapidar. "Gabriele, du bist wieder dran. Du sagst deinen zweiten Satz auf und machst dann den Mund weit auf, weil ich dich knebeln werde. Dann drehst du dich um und reckst deinen Arsch schön weit nach oben. Wenn ich fertig bin, wirst du mir mein Rohr dann noch schön sauberlutschen. Und Action!"
Die Tränen in Gabrieles Augen waren nicht gespielt, als sie sagte: "Mein Gebieter, bitte weihen Sie meine Arschfotze mit Ihrem Zauberstab ein." Wolf nahm eine große rote Knebelkugel, presste sie in ihren Mund und verschloss die Lederriemen an ihrem Hinterkopf. Dann drehte sie sich um und gab ihm ihr Hinterteil preis. Sie spürte, wie Julias Hände ihre Backen auseinanderzogen. Wolf befeuchtete seinen Schwanz noch etwas mit ihrem Fotzensaft, strich ein paarmal durch ihre Kerbe und platzierte dann seine Eichel direkt an ihre Rosette. Sie versuchte sich zu entspannen, als er versuchte einzudringen. Sie stöhnte laut in ihren Knebel, als er ihren Schließmuskel weitete, und sobald seine Eichel mit komplettem Durchmesser in ihr war, schrie sie. Doch der Knebel verrichtete sein Werk und es war kaum etwas zu hören. Sie fühlte ihn immer tiefer und tiefer, bis er ganz in ihr war. Langsam zog er wieder zurück, um dann wieder nach vorne zu treiben. Immer schneller, schneller und tiefer. Langsam wich der Schmerz der Lust und nach einiger Zeit stieß sie ihm in gleichmäßigem Rhythmus ihr Becken entgegen. Da fühlte sie seinen Saft in ihren Darm schießen, wieder und wieder, bis sein Stolz schrumpfte.
Er zog sie am Lederriemen des Knebels hoch und löste diesen auch gleich. Wortlos deutete er auf seinen schlaffen Penis, dem man deutlich ansah, in welchem ihrer Löcher er sich eben noch befunden hatte. Angewidert beugte sie sich hinab und nahm ihn in den Mund. Sie lutschte ihn sauber, bis er sie demonstrativ von sich stieß.
"Wenn uns das keinen Oscar einbringt", triumphierte er jetzt wieder. "So, Julia: Showtime. Jetzt noch ein kleines Mädchen, gleich eine erwachsene Frau. Ablauf: Du küsst deinen Kevin erst, legst dich dann auf den Rücken, Kevin macht dich ein bisschen mit seiner Zunge heiß und dann – leb wohl, Jungfräulichkeit. Und Action!"
Und so kam es. Die beiden küssten sich wild, dann ließ Kevin seine Zunge in ihrer Spalte rotieren, bis sie sich wie eine rollige Katze wand und sich wohlig zurücklegte. Kevin setzte seinen Schwanz an ihrem nassen Fötzchen an und drang vorsichtig in sie ein, bis er einen Widerstand spürte. Mit einem heftigen Stoß überwand er ihr Hymen. Julia stieß einen kleinen Schrei aus, woraufhin Kevin etwas zögerte, bevor er anfing, sie rhythmisch zu ficken. Erst sah es so aus, als ob Julia nur Schmerzen dabei empfände, doch schon bald gab sie glucksende Laute der Lust von sich. Doch wie immer kam es bei Kevin viel zu früh. Er pumpte seine Ladung tief in Julias Pussy, wobei Gabriele inständig hoffte, dass die Kleine an Verhütung gedacht hatte.
"Scheiß auf Citizen Kane, das ist der Film des Jahrhunderts", rief Wolf in seiner ganzen Bescheidenheit. "Packt alles zusammen, wir müssen uns an den Schnitt machen. Und Musik, Herrgott, Musik. Wir brauchen ein paar heiße Beats darunter."
Als alle beschäftigt waren, nahm Gabriele das junge Mädchen zur Seite und fragte, ob es ihr gut ginge. "Ich fühle mich großartig", jubelte diese unbekümmert."Ich könnte gleich noch einmal." Damit hüpfte sie aus dem Schlafzimmer.
Sie waren schon alle fast aus der Tür, als Wolf noch einmal zurückkam. "Hätte ich fast vergessen", meinte er und warf einen Beutel auf einen Sessel. "Das Wetter soll jetzt schlechter werden. Dafür habe ich euch zwei Regenponchos mitgebracht, wenn ihr mit dem Köter rausgeht. Und dann tragt ihr ausschließlich die Ponchos!"
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Wieder erwachte Gabriele von den Geräuschen, die sie nun schon seit einigen Nächten kannte. Stefan gab sich zwar alle Mühe leise zu bleiben, doch in der Stille der Nacht war das ein unmögliches Unterfangen. Sie hatte lange darüber gegrübelt und nun überwand sie sich zum Handeln. Sie knipste unvermittelt das Licht an und stützte sich auf ihren Ellbogen.
"Du, Stefan", sagte sie sanft. Doch der stellte sich schlafend, räkelte sich ein wenig. "Lass das", ermahnte sie ihn und strich ihm über das Haar. "Ich weiß, dass du wach bist. Ich möchte nur kurz mit dir reden." Ängstlich öffnete er die Augen ein wenig. "Jetzt sieh mich an, du Schauspieler", lachte sie demonstrativ gelassen und knuffte ihn. "Weißt du, ich fühle mich schuldig, weil du in unserer kleinen Wohnung so überhaupt keine Privatsphäre hast. Und jetzt, da du schon ein junger Mann bist und natürlich gewisse Bedürfnisse verspürst ..."
"Ach, Mami", seufzte Stefan langgezogen und drehte sich verschämt von ihr ab. Sie nahm seinen Kopf fest in den Arm, drückte ihn und suchte ihn zu beruhigen. Sein Gesicht war puterrot, er suchte ihrem Blick auszuweichen.
"Du brauchst dich doch nicht zu schämen, Stefan. Das macht doch jeder. Und es ist doch überhaupt nichts dabei."
Jetzt sah er sie mit großen Augen an. "Jeder? Du meinst, du auch?"
Das hatte gesessen. Doch sie musste ihrem Sohn beistehen. "Klar. Manchmal. Warum denn nicht?" sagte sie möglichst beiläufig. "Glaub mir, das ist vollkommen normal. Was ich eigentlich sagen will, ist: Wenn du dich einmal etwas entspannen willst ... Ach was, dummes Gerede. Wir sind doch keine wildfremden Menschen. Wenn du also onanieren willst, dann tu es, wenn dir danach ist. Es stört mich nicht und ich schaue auch nicht hin. Wenn du willst, gehe ich sogar raus. Aber ich will nicht, dass du die halbe Nacht wachliegst und darauf wartest, bis ich eingeschlafen bin. Du brauchst deinen Schlaf, das ist wichtig. Also, was sagst du? Ist das ein faires Angebot?"
Er gab ihr einen dicken Kuss auf die Wange. "Du bist wirklich die allerbeste Mami auf der ganzen Welt!"
Sie lachten beide ausgelassen, bevor Gabriele in ihrem Schränkchen kramte und ihm eine Packung Papiertaschentücher zuwarf. "Die solltest du vielleicht dazu benutzen", neckte sie ihn. "Ich bin es nämlich leid, das Bett jeden Tag frisch zu beziehen."
Jetzt legte er seinen Kopf an ihre Schulter und sie nahm ihn wieder in den Arm. Nun war er wieder ihr kleiner Junge, nicht mehr der pubertierende Teenager. "Willst du denn nicht weitermachen?" fragte sie ihn, als er schon fast wieder einschlief.
"Ach", grinste er, "morgen ist doch auch noch ein Tag."
"Tut mir leid, Schatz, dass meinetwegen das Zelt schon wieder abgebaut wurde", lachte sie und löschte das Licht.
Als sie gegen ein Uhr von ihrer Arbeit zurückkehrte, begrüßte sie King freudig. Sie gab ihm frisches Wasser und wollte sich anschließend umziehen. Als sie die Schlafzimmertür öffnete, erschrak sie fürchterlich. Kevin lag auf dem großen Bett und über ihm ritt Julia auf seinem Schwanz. Die beiden bemerkten sie erst, als sie fast vor ihnen stand.
"Hallo, Gaby", begrüßte Julia sie freundlich, ohne jedoch auch nur einen Moment innezuhalten. Gabriele brachte kein Wort heraus, wie angewurzelt stand sie da und starrte auf das Liebespaar. Da stöhnte Kevin auf, griff seiner Freundin hart an die kleinen Brüste und schoss sein Sperma in ihr süßes Fötzchen. Diese rieb nun schnell an ihrem Kitzler und erreichte dann auch einen Orgasmus. Sie ließ sich nach hinten fallen und gab ihrem Liebhaber einen langen Kuss. Dann sprang sie auf und holte sich aus der Küche ein Glas Wasser, bevor sie anfing sich anzuziehen.
"Wir waren beide den ganzen Tag so geil, dass wir einfach mal dein Bett benutzt haben", erklärte sie und band sich ihre Schuhe zu. "Kevin meinte, es stört dich nicht." Dieser war bereits abmarschbereit und drängte Julia. "Tschüss, Gaby!" rief sie noch, als sie schon die Treppe hinabstürmten.
Gabriele war verärgert. Selbstverständlich störte es sie, dass diese Halbstarken ihre Wohnung nun auch noch als Stundenhotel nutzten. Wütend machte sie sich daran, die Bettwäsche zu wechseln.
Heute waren sie recht lange auf der Hundewiese gewesen. Es machte sie einfach glücklich, ihren Sohn so ausgelassen zu sehen. Und die Blicke der anderen Hundebesitzer ignorierte sie mittlerweile. Einige, meist Männer, grüßten sie sogar freundlich. Aber ein Gespräch mit ihr hatte bislang noch keiner gewagt.
Es wurde dann auch recht spät, bevor sie ins Bett gingen. Und als sie das Licht gelöscht hatte, merkte sie auch gleich, dass ihr Sohn begann zu masturbieren. Er konnte zwar nicht sehen, dass sie lächelte, merkte jedoch, wie sie zu ihm blickte.
"Es stört dich doch wirklich nicht, Mami?" fragte er und hielt inne.
"Nein", antwortete sie mit beruhigender Stimme. "Und wenn du möchtest, gehe ich noch ein wenig ins Wohnzimmer."
"Nein", antwortete er dann mit einigem Zögern. "Aber nur, wenn es dich wirklich nicht stört."
"Es ist wirklich okay. Ich weiß, du brauchst das und es ist ganz natürlich. Lass dich nur nicht stören." Ihre Worte schienen ihn zu beruhigen, denn langsam kam wieder seine Decke wieder in Bewegung. Verstohlen schaute Gabriele auf die immer flinkeren Bewegungen. Dann griff er sich mit der linken Hand ein Taschentuch und ejakulierte, wobei sein Atem stoßweise ging.
"Und, war es schön?" fragte sie ihn, um die Spannung etwas zu lockern. Er nickte nur etwas verlegen, woraufhin sie ihm einen Kuss auf die Lippen hauchte. "Dann schlaf jetzt gut, mein kleiner Mann." | Fmm; blackmail, inc, humil, spank, best, deutsch | 9 | Authors/Graf_Enberg/Gabrieles kleine Familiengeschichte/05 Fmm blackmail inc humil best deutsch.txt |
98,836 | Elf Sternberg | Gravity | Z'Razzi tried not to look nervous as he boarded the Terran shuttlecraft. He had volunteered for this mission. It shouldn't have bothered him. Nobody yet had been hurt aboard the Freedom, but that didn't mean it wasn't a leaky, noisy, dangerous place to visit, much less live in for the next couple of months. He had expected to be nervous, but as the airlock closed, he found himself gripping the chair with knuckles tighter than he would have liked to admit.
"Sir?" The voice came from Specialist Hunter, a physician and the person he would be seeing the most during his six-month rotation. "Are you okay?"
He turned his head to see her. "I think so, Specialist Hunter. I am not accustomed to your transportation."
"You can call me Doctor Hunter, Sir. Or just Doctor. Or Doc. How about just Shashi? 'Specialist Hunter' is way too formal, Specialist Zajhar."
He was impressed by her pronunciation of his name. "Then you must call me Raz, Shashi." He immediately felt better using her chosen name. It would reduce the impossible formality that would exist between him and this person with whom he would be living, and from whom he would be enduring endless pokes, needles, and probes. On the other hand, it meant that he would be on more intimate terms with her. He was not prepared for that at all. "I am sorry."
"For what?" she asked. "Being nervous? I'm scared to death, Raz. I've never been in space before, and now I'm about to do a six-month rotation on the Space Station as its chief medical officer. And I don't need to remind you that the Station is a million parts all built by the lowest bidder."
Raz nodded, understanding perfectly what she meant. He understood that "the lowest bidder" still had to meet certain safety requirements, and that the lowest bidder in each and every case had run over budget anyway, but that didn't make him any more comfortable. "I believe we will survive."
"I'm sure we will," she said. "The Russians did. Spacelab did, even if nobody wants to talk about it. I never did understand why we gave Mir the benefit of the doubt as the first manned space station. What was Spacelab?"
"An experiment?" Raz offered.
"They're all experimental," Shashi replied. "And they will be until people are born, and die of old age, in them. And probably not until a few generations after that will we get used to the idea that some people will live out their whole lives never visiting the Earth." She smiled. "I can't wait."
"Nor can I," he admitted. "I wonder what will happen after that, though. What would be humanity's next evolutionary stage? Do you have one planned out? I don't think we do, on Pendor."
"I don't think you can plan one out."
"No? That strikes me as odd. We plan many things out-- our agricultural expectations, our educational plans, our construction schedules."
"We can't plan those things out at the top levels," Shashi replied. "It just isn't in the nature of our governments to plan that far ahead, unless maybe for war. Planning for peace isn't something countries do. They just live with it when it happens."
"I have come to understand that," Raz replied with a smile. "I can understand why your species hasn't yet begun to plan its future as a whole. Maybe it is because there are many futures available to you and you will choose more than one of them."
"What about Pendor, then? Does it have a future?"
Raz found himself surprised that he would be engaged in such a conversation so readily, but he was happy for the distraction. And it meant that at least one member of the crew accepted him as a fellow, if only for now, if only conditionally. He tried to answer the question as best he could. "It has a future, certainly. But if there is a plan for that future, I don't know of it. I haven't even seen the matter debated in the media and you would think that it would show up there."
"Huh," Shashi commented. She tapped on the thin-screen monitor by her arm rest. "Hey, do you play chess?"
"I do. Not very well."
"Then we're even," she said. "Pull up a game. It's 'xboard' on the menu."
They were thirty-one moves into the game when the shuttle docked with the station. Raz had actually found Shashi a formidable opponent, although the computer judged both of them only as fair players.
Raz thanked the pilot, whose name he could not recall, and wriggled his way through the airlock and into the ISS Freedom. "Permission to come aboard?" he asked.
"Permission granted, Specialist Zajhar," said a large block of a human mel. He held out his hand. "Commander York Lutz. This is my second, Brad Burien. It is an honor to have you."
Zajhar seized the human's meaty paw in his own and shook with familiarity. He had gotten used to this interim ritual between privacy and intimacy. "I'm happy to be aboard."
"And we're very honored to have you with us." Raz knew what he meant. The tensions between Pendor and Terra had become serious since the death of Donna Lewis Shardik. 'Death' wasn't the right word. 'Murder' was closer to the truth. Raz understood; he was here to help mend fences.
Lutz continued, "Your equipment is being offloaded from the shuttle right now. I understand that the reactor you will be installing has a lifespan of thirty years, right?"
"That is correct."
"And is that based on usage patterns, or is that just the lifespan of a typical Pendorian fusion reactor?"
"That's the lifespan regardless of usage. It has a maximum output that cannot be exceeded, and whether you use it or not, it will shut down in thirty years. You're free to disassemble it after that, if you wish. It will be somewhat radioactive, however; we recommend dropping it into the sun."
Commander Lutz stroked at his chin. "Well, we'll get you settled in in just a moment." He turned his attention to the next person, Shashi, and performed much the same ritual. "Now that both of you on are board, Brad will show you to your bunk."
"If you'll follow me?" said the other mel, a slightly more compact version of the commander. As they were led down the tube, the second pointed to various facilities-- communications stations, water stations, the hygiene closet, rescue facilities, emergency centers, and the like. Raz took careful note of the placards set in many places indicating where to go and what to do if there was an emergency. He had trained in Houston, of course, but there was a difference now that he was free of gravity. They left Shashi behind at her own quarters in a different module. He would have to find his way around with a reference to 'up' or 'down.' He felt that it presented a greater challenge than he had anticipated. And every time he thought about the thin metal shell that protected him from the hard vacuum of space his heart sped up with alarm.
"This is your living space," Lt. Commander Burien said to Raz as they glided into a room near the center of the space station. "This is the US Habitation Module, your home for the next six months." He pointed to a dark, red flap of canvas over a scaffold-like frame. "You're there, next to Specialist Chang. He's in Research 3 right now."
A grunt came from the curtained box besides the one Burien had indicated for Raz. "No I'm not. I'm trying to sleep!" A hand reached out under the curtain, undoing a few spaced snaps, and a head peaked out. "Hey, you're Specialist Zahjar!"
"And you must be Specialist Chang," he observed.
"Yossi," the man replied. "Please, call me Yossi."
"I'm Raz, then."
"I'm going back to sleep," Yossi replied, as if nothing interesting were happening outside.
Burien, however, took a moment to rap on the metal of the frame. "Yoss, were you up all last night again?"
A deep sigh came from behind the curtain. "Yes. I needed to stay up and watch the iridium metallurgic process myself."
"That's what cameras and computers are for, Yoss. What if there's an emergency? Command needs you to be at full capacity when you're awake."
Yossi stuck his head out of his compartment. "Yeah, I know. But I have an obligation..."
"Which you can meet and still get enough sleep." Brad pushed Yossi's head back into the compartment in what Raz hoped was a playful gesture. Yossi grumbled something in a language Raz didn't recognize and rebuttoned his compartment.
He found his own box, a compartment little larger than a coffin, with netted bags for his personal equipment, not that he had any other than the clothes on his back, the spare set, and the fusion system being unloaded from the Atlantis. The only consideration he had was his uPadd, this one custom-built with an incredible amount of memory, a rarity on Pendor where constant contact with AIs made such extravagance unnecessary.
"Hygiene facilities?" he asked Burien.
The officer indicated a small closet at the end of the cylindrical space with both a hose and a fan. "It keeps the water flowing in one direction."The same is true of the heads, which use airflow to keep everything in one place after you've gone. Everything is quite well-sealed here.
As he spoke, a red ball about fifteen centimeters in diameter floated into the room. It hummed very gently as it slid by. In the front of it were three small glass ports, one of them clearly a light of some sort not now illuminated. "Ah, one of the maintenance robots," he said. "I was told about these, but they don't work on Earth so I didn't get to see one in operation."
"Right," Burien said. "Drone, attention." The red ball stopped in midair. "Illuminate the exit." The light on the ball came on, and it sailed towards the hatchway Raz and Burien had come through. "Cease illumination. Resume previous task. End command." The light went off and the ball floated back into the sleeping chamber intent on something. "They'll respond to your orders if you need them. They make very useful flashlights, for one thing. And with their vacuum cleaner port keep the place dust-free."
Raz nodded. He didn't need the tour right now; it had been a long flight from the Pendorian vessel to this one, and right now what he wanted most of all was sleep. "If you don't mind, Sir, I'd much rather just head to bed right now."
"Be my guest. Orientation is in nine hours. You know the rest."
Raz nodded as he hauled himself into the cubicle next to Yossi's. He was grateful Yossi didn't snore. Then he was out.
Over the next four weeks he learned that the Space Station crew got along well because they wanted to as much as because they had to. These were people much like the crew of the Pendorian starships that had brought him here; they wanted to be in space and any personal difficulties would be put aside to make that happen. The two women on board were treated like members of the crew, although it was obvious to anyone who cared to observe that Cosmonaut Helenka was engaging in some serious off-duty recreation with Astronaut Burien. Shashi, on the other hand, fended off the attentions of the others in the station.
"You're always so quiet," she said to him. "You never say a word. Not even 'ouch.'"
"Do the others say ouch?"
"Some do, some don't. Doesn't the daily draw hurt?" she asked.
"It does, of course." He rubbed his arm where she had withdrawn the needle. "And shaving that patch is not something I would prefer to do."
"And you have to do it every day."
He nodded. She smiled and patted him on the muzzle. "I'm grateful that you decided to come on this mission, Raz. You make the mission more exciting. And it's rewarding to consider that very soon we will be able to ditch the solar panels."
"Are they that troublesome?" he asked. "It seems to me like an excellent alternative power supply. It is the one used on Pendor."
"Solar?" she asked. "I thought you guys used fusion."
He shook his head. "All non-mobile power comes off a regionwide power grid. The grid is fed by solar panels in orbit around the sun."
"How does the power get to the ground?"
"Microwave beams aimed at several isolated reception stations along the rim wall of the outer ring."
"I see..." she said, letting her thoughts trail off. "A defensive weapon?"
"I can see that it could be used for that, although I would not have thought of it if you hadn't mentioned it. Thus far there is nothing to defend ourselves from, but that may change in the future. No, it will change. You will get into space, and when it is a commodity, there will be those among you who will make it dangerous."
She sighed. "You're probably right. I can't help but wonder if Burien and Helenka will make a kind of detente' in their own right." She looked into his eyes. "You're so much better than that, Raz. You're not a walking bundle of testosterone."
"No, but I am a walking bundle of a closely related molecule that serves the same purpose in my species." He grinned to cover up the nervousness he felt. He did not really want this conversation going in its current direction. "It just would not be proper to express it here. We must live with each other for another one hundred and fifty days. I would not want to jeopardize the smooth functioning of this station."
"It would not jeopardize anything," she said, her voice dropping down below where microphones would probably pick it up. "It would just be another way to exercise, let off some steam, and relax."
"I do not get that impression from the briefing. It was very clear on our responsibilities towards one another. And it was very clear that NASA is not interested in experiments of that nature." And although he was reluctant to admit it and show a kind of ignorance in front of a Terran, he was not familiar with such experiments himself. Although, he admitted to himself, if he had to schedule such experiments, Shashi would surely be the person to do them with. He was less inclined towards the other members of the crew. Yossi was the only other one to whom he was attracted, but even there he would not know how to proceed. Not that Yossi showed the slightest interest in males.
"No, what it said was that NASA is not prepared to delve deeply into the private lives of the very professional and very human people it puts into space." Her hand touched his arm gently, in a manner completely other than the one she used when she was drawing blood. This time, it started his blood pumping faster. "Would you, could you, with a human?"
His mind raced with the possible consequences of such a decision. He didn't know if he wanted to get this involved. He didn't know what would happen if he proved to be a failure.
He found himself caught between the Pendorian reputation for sensuality and his own history of reluctance, between the Pendorian character of honesty and openness, and the developing rivalry between Terra and Pendor. He decided one last dodge. A simple one. "What if it doesn't work?" he asked.
"If it doesn't work I won't have any hard feelings. Come on, Raz, you can't tell me that in the month you've been here you haven't learned how to jag off in complete silence?" He nodded, feeling the tips of his ears warm with the suggestion. "If you think that's hard," she said, "consider that I didn't get to bring a vibrator with me, I'm no good with my hands, and I haven't got a boyfriend up here." She floated closer to him. "I hope I'm not presuming too much when I hope that you're good with that tongue."
"I would not know."
She looked at him with a curious glance. "You've never gone down on a woman?" She quickly corrected herself. "Or any female?"
Caught, he admitted, "I have never done anything with any woman, Shashi. Or any man."
"How old are you?" she asked, surprised.
"Forty-two years, Terran."
"And you've never done anything with anyone?" She floated close to him, looking him over. "Why? Or, I mean, why not?"
"The opportunity never really presented itself. I was an engineer, a... what do you call it? A 'geek.'" He paused. "And while that is no stigma where I am from, it meant to me that I spent most of my time on my interests. Having a relationship never moved up in my priorities."
"Can I make it move up now?" she asked.
He felt a tension across his shoulders. "Do I dare?"
"Like I said, no hard feelings if we don't have fun. I'm trusting you not to be some crazed rapist, not that that's possible after all the head shrinkage they did at Houston." She smiled at him in a distinctly new way. "What do you say?"
He reached out and touched her cheek with the furred back of his hand. She reacted with surprising warmth, tilting her head to make the contact more solid, closing her eyes as she did so. "I would like to try."
She glanced down at her watch, then reached for a small pouch in one of the storage boxes. "Then come with me. I'd like to show you something." She floated up towards the hub, and then back towards Connective Node 1, then down to Pressurized Mating Adapter 3. "Remember the other part of your cargo? It was more living space." Where PMA3 had been was now a standard hatch, through which he could see a relatively huge open space that the two of them glided into. "This is the pressure-maintained tent that we got. The walls are made of the same stuff as our suits, only in more layers. Nobody's using it yet and it's meant as a rec-room of sorts, so let's recreate."
She turned to him. "Now, while everybody else is asleep..." She pulled him close. "Have you ever kissed anyone, Raz?"
"Just my mother," he admitted with a grin.
"Oh, boy," she said with gentle exasperation, then kissed him lightly on the muzzle. His body reacted strangely to the touch, with impulses both wanting and scared, and he supposed that that was normal. He kissed her back; he seemed to know what to do, if only by applying what he had seen in Terran movies.
He didn't know quite what to do when he felt her tongue against his mouth. He tried to return the favor as best he could, touching her tongue and lips delicately with his own. That worked, if her reaction was anything to judge.
They floated together in the vast and empty recreation room. Her hands found the zipper of his jumpsuit. With an efficient zzip! she peeled his clothes off of him with the expediency of a starving person peeling a banana. He was left with just a pair of shorts covering his erection. "I appear to have let the cat out of the bag," she said, her hand reaching for his shorts.
"Wait," he said. "I would like to see you naked, too."
"Take those off, then. And hold my hand." She held out her hand and he took it. She unzipped her own suit and shrugged her way out of it until it hung on the one wrist that he held clasped in his own. "Take the other hand," she said. He reached for it and she broke the grip on the first. With her one free hand, she grabbed the small mysterious pouch out of the pocket, then pushed her clothes away from the two of them.She was a small woman of dark skin and black hair, what little there was of it. Like most spacers, she had chosen to wear a close-cropped skullcap up top and little more. She was blessed with a fine, full figure and surprisingly large breasts for her size. Raz wondered where she had hidden them; he would have never suspected such bounty from the clothes he had seen her in. Her face was average, with a sharp nose and wide, curious eyes. Only the relative bulkiness of her jaw and chin kept him from thinking her a truly beautiful woman.
But his detached observations didn't prevent his cock from standing straight up. He could feel desire starting to burn in his chest, desire for this human woman with plans of her own.
She pulled on the zipper of the pouch with her teeth, and a length of rope emerged, three meters of thin cord. "Tie it about your ankle," she directed. "I'll do mine, and we won't have to worry about drifting too far apart."
He grinned as the two of them both set to the task at the same time, drifting apart as they did so. But she had been right; once done, they couldn't have drifted too far away from one another. She pulled herself to him, and in a moment Raz had his hands full of naked Earthwoman. She grinned up at him. "I intend to turn you into the best lover I've ever had."
He thought about that. "Will that make me a good lover to others in the future?"
"Trust me. The skills are transferable," she said, kissing his chest. "You smell good. And your fur reminds me of a cat I once lived with."
"I like the way you say that," he whispered, getting hotter as he thought about it. "Most people say they own a cat or have a cat."
"No, most cats own their humans," she said. Her hands were at his sides, touching him in ways he had never experienced before. She seemed to know exactly where to touch him, how to arouse him. They eased down his hips and across his skin to close about his cock. She had his shaft firmly in one hand while she steadied the two of them with the other. He groaned quietly as she stroked him. His hands were on her breasts, touching them, squeezing them softly with just his fingertips. She moaned herself as he drew a light touch across one nipple.
It was almost more than he could bear, this woman giving herself to him in this manner. She pulled with one arm, pressing her body against his. The warm smell of her hair reminded him of home, but where he couldn't begin to think. "Raz," she whispered. "I want you to..." She giggled. "I don't suppose you'd know what I meant if I said 'eat me,' would you?"
"I've read enough to know," he grinned. With both hands, he pushed her upwards until a thick patch of pubic hair lay before his eyes. With a gentle kiss, he probed inwards. She spread her legs for him. The smell was rich and wonderful, and the taste had an undeniably sweet tang to it. It wasn't until he'd already located her clitoris that he realized he was actually kissing a fem's sex; it hadn't occurred to him that this intimacy was actually his.
"Oh, yes. Just lick me there," she whispered. "Just like that." He opened his mouth further and pressed against her flesh, against that tiny nub that rolled like an appleseed over the tip of his tongue with every flicker. Her legs tensed, and he felt them press against his shoulders. He needed his hands to keep her in place. The string holding them together floated just within his visual range. Her pubic hair was wet with fluids from both of them. Her body tensed, and her back arched against a gravity that was not there. She came with a moan that she suppressed by pressing her mouth against her forearm.
"Oh, Raz. You're a natural! But then, I'm sensitive now. It's been too long since I had a lover." She descended to be eye-to-eye with him, hugged him, and kissed him, not at all reluctant to taste her own wetness on his muzzle and fur. "You feel so... good. The fur is wonderful. I wish I could sleep with you."
"I talk in my sleep," he said. "I'm glad you liked that. I didn't know if I would do it right." He wanted to touch her, and her skin invited him to do so. He pressed his hands to her ass. She moaned, "Put yourself inside me." She lifted her legs as she did so, wrapping them around his thighs.
With his free hand, he guided his cock into her. His fingers brushed against the warmth and wetness, a prelude to the enveloping feel of her body as he entered her. "That's it," she whispered.
"Yes," he gasped. He knew this was supposed to feel good; he hadn't been prepared for how good. His heart pounded in his chest, his whole body yearned to merge with hers as they slid together.
He would thrust his hips towards her, and with her legs, she would draw them back together. It took effort, but it was worth it! Shashi came again, this time muffling a cry against his shoulder. Her soft breasts crushed against his chest. His cock was close to bursting, but for some reason, his body was not ready to come. It was the effort of it, the strength it took. He finally came with his own, silent gasp of pleasure, his semen streaming into her willing body.
They floated together then, unmoving. He noticed that they had drifted close to the wall but hadn't quite yet touched it. He closed his eyes and luxuriated in the warm feel of her against him, her hands on his shoulders, her buttocks against the thin fur of his palms. He listened to her breathing, slowing down as she came back to reality.
He felt something touch his leg. At first, he thought it might be her, or their clothes that had been floating around, or maybe it was just the string. But then he heard a sound, a distinctly mechanical whine. And then another near his back, and a third near his head. He opened his eyes to see one of those red maintenance drones closing in on him, the custodial port open. The whine he heard was the vacuum cleaner.
He let go of Shashi. "Huh?" she murmured softly.
"Shashi! Help!" He was being attacked by six of the things! They were all around him, attaching themselves to him in all manner of places. "Shoo! Go away!"
Shashi looked at him, the look in her eyes halfway between concern and outright laughter. She recovered enough to order, "Drone! Attention! Self-maintenance. Return to your cubicles."
The drones stopped and slowly jetted towards the maintenance egress. "I guess they've never seen you naked. They must have been programmed to recognize you dressed or something. All this loose fur must need to be cleaned up." She giggled. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"
"No, just embarrassed me." He brushed his fur down where the vacuum cleaners had pulled it up.
"Next time we close the maintenance egress." She pulled on the string, and after a second of fumbling, they were again embracing. "If you want a next time."
He warmed to her suggestion readily. This was an experiment worth repeating. "Do you want a next time?"
"I'd like one."
He smiled. He realized that she was going to complicate his life in ways he had definitely not planned and wasn't sure he wanted to encourage. But, he supposed, that was what made life exciting. "I would too." | null | Journal Entry 161 / 00110 | Authors/Elf_Sternberg/Journal_Entry_00110_161_000_Gravity.txt |
107,482 | pointless | Angela's Present | Zoey couldn't help but be happy as she sat in her bed with a young and beautiful angel curled up beside her. Hell, beautiful wasn't even the right word to describe her after the weekend they'd just spent together. Zoey couldn't even begin to think of a word to fit her and the wonderful things they'd shared over the last few days. She actually had to resist the urge to wake the young woman with a kiss and remind herself that she'd earned her rest. No, Zoey would just have to sit there and enjoy the simple pleasure of gazing upon Angela's sleeping form until she awoke on her own.
Zoey really did feel that she owed the young woman a lot. She'd given her so much over the last few days and asked for so little in return. She'd helped her reawaken feelings Zoey had almost given up for dead over the last year. She'd helped her to remember just how wonderful sex could be when you shared it with someone you cared for and loved, and she did it all without even once asking for Zoey to return the favor. Of course, Zoey had done just that with both pleasure and zeal, but she hadn't had to, and that in and of itself was something special and rare.
To think that Zoey had actually passed this all up on so many occasions before was almost too much to bear. Sure, she'd had her reasons, some silly and some not so much, but after all that had happened between them, they all seemed so meaningless, so ridiculous that she'd actually apologized for them several times over the course of their weekend together, only to have the apologies either politely laughed off or completely ignored in favor of more shared pleasure that made Zoey completely forget anything and everything that might bother her.
The reasons were valid, though. Well, some of them were. Like the fact that they worked together. That was going to be hard come Tuesday when the holiday was over and the restaurant they both worked at re-opened. Not in that awkward, one-night stand kind of a way, but still she had a feeling that she might have a hard time hiding the way she now felt towards her young friend. Not that it would be a big deal with anyone who counted since her boss just wasn't the type to care about who was fucking who as long as the customers were happy and no one was fucking around while they were on the clock. Even the more unimportant, but cattier members of the wait staff that might care would eventually get over it. They always did.
There was also the fact that Zoey had a hard time thinking of Angela as anything but that cute, young woman who lived down the hall who was willing to watch her daughter for essentially pocket change. Technically, Angela was still that girl even now as she laid sleeping so peacefully in the nude next to Zoey, but in most ways she really wasn't. Sure, she still watched Jennifer on occasion, but there was one big difference: She was no longer a cute and seemingly innocent little fifteen-year-old, but instead, she was now a beautiful and very worldly nineteen-year-old who cursed like a sailor, smoked... | null | null | Authors/pointless/Angela's Present.txt |
108,102 | null | null | Zum Glück war der Weg nach Hause für Julia nur kurz und sie war niemandem begegnet. Ihre Eltern waren auch nicht da, und so gab es keine besorgten Fragen, als sie hoch in ihr Zimmer stürmte und sich die Klamotten vom Leib riss, als wenn sie in Flammen stünden. Sie rannte ins Bad und sprang unter die Dusche. Mit eiskaltem Wasser versuchte sie die Demütigungen der letzten Stunden abzuwaschen, aber als sie zitternd mit blauen Lippen wieder herauskam, fühlte sie sich noch genauso schmutzig wie zuvor. Sie verkroch sich in ihrem Bett und rollte sich unter der Decke zusammen. Wie hatte sie sich bloß so in die Scheiße reiten können? In weniger als zwei Stunden musste sie sich mit Schneider treffen. Sonst würde der ganz sicher ihr Leben zerstören. Sie war ganz sicher, dass dieser Mensch keinen Augenblick zögern würde, die Bilder, die er von ihr gemacht hatte, überall zu zeigen. Niemand würde ihr glauben, dass er sie dazu gezwungen hatte. Dazu hatte sie schon zuviel auf dem Kerbholz. Aber das war noch nicht das Schlimmste. Allein der Gedanke an die vergangenen Stunden ließ vor Angst und Scham zittern, aber er trieb ihr auch den Saft in ihre Muschi. Darüber wurde sie fast wahnsinnig. Immerhin war sie gerade mal 13 Jahre alt. Klar, sie hatte schon mal auf einer Party mit einem Jungen rumgeknutscht und ihn ihre Brüste anfassen lassen, und das hatte auch Spaß gemacht, aber mehr war noch nie gewesen. Sie war zwar technisch gesehen keine Jungfrau mehr, dafür hatte der runde Griff ihrer Haarbürste gesorgt. Aber sie hatte noch nie mit einem Jungen geschlafen oder auch nur einen Schwanz angefasst. Dieser Schneider hatte Sachen von ihr verlangt, von denen sie nicht einmal im Traum gedacht hätte, dass sie das in Gegenwart eines anderen Menschen tun würde. Ihre Finger waren schon wieder auf dem Weg zu ihrer Spalte. Der Gedanke daran, wie sie sich breitbeinig vor dem verhassten Pauker gefingert hatte, machte sie wahnsinnig. Das Schwein hatte sie dabei auch noch gefilmt. Das war so abartig und so geil!
"Aaaaaah! Dir soll der Sack platzen, wenn du dir das Video ansiehst, du geiles Schwein! Aaaaahhmmmmmhchhhh! Oooooohjaaaaaaaaaa!"
In die Gedanken an die Ereignisse in der Schule mischten sich Erinnerungen an die Geräusche, die sie gelegentlich aus dem Schlafzimmer ihrer Eltern gehört hatte. Die Vorstellung, wie ein dicker Penis, statt ihrer Finger, in ihrer Spalte ein und aus fährt, trieb sie endgültig in den Orgasmus.
Langsam kommt sie wieder zu sich. Ihr Blick fällt auf den Wecker auf dem Nachttisch.
"Scheiße! Schon halb sieben und jetzt kann ich nochmal duschen."
Julia sprang aus dem Bett und rannte ins Bad. Unter der Dusche fragte sie sich, wann sie sich eigentlich entschieden hatte, Schneiders Forderung nachzukommen.
"Ist ja auch egal. Ich habe eh keine andere Chance."
So schnell sie konnte, machte sie sich frisch und warf sich wieder in Rock und Shirt. Dann stürmte sie aus dem Haus und machte sich auf den Weg zum Treffpunkt. Sie war gerade ein paar Minuten an der Bushaltestelle, als der rote Kombi des Lehrers am Rinnstein hielt und die Beifahrertür aufging. Sie atmet noch einmal tief ein. Dann stieg sie in den Wagen. Sie hatte kaum die Tür wieder geschlossen, als der Lehrer schon los fuhr. Wortlos, ohne Gruß oder auch nur eine beleidigende Bemerkung ging es aus der Stadt hinaus, immer auf der Landstraße entlang. Schneider würdigte Julia keines Blickes, und die bekam allmählich wirklich Angst. Sie waren schon eine gute halbe Stunde unterwegs, und kein Mensch wusste, wo sie war. Es wurde allmählich dämmrig, und sie würde höllenischen Ärger zu Hause bekommen, falls sie überhaupt wieder nach Hause käme. Der Gedanke machte ihr eine Gänsehaut und trieb ihr die Tränen ins Gesicht. Sie begann zu schluchzen.
Da richtete Schneider zum ersten Mal das Wort an sie.
"Hör auf zu flennen und hör mir genau zu. Ich werde das nur einmal sagen."
Er war rechts ran gefahren und hatte ihr Gesicht mit spitzen Fingern in seine Richtung gedreht.
"In 10 Minuten sind wir da. Du kannst jetzt noch zurück. Dann fahre ich dich wieder zur Bushaltestelle zurück, und am Montag gehen die Dinge ihren Gang. Oder du kommst mit. Dann wird niemand von deinem Betrugsversuch erfahren, und du kannst am Montag ganz normal weiter zur Schule gehen -------- zumindest was das angeht. Einen kleinen Vorgeschmack, was dich erwartet, wenn du mitkommst, hast du heute ja schon in der Schule bekommen. Das war erst der Anfang. Also, was soll es sein?"
Julias Gedanken rasten. Sie konnte noch zurück, einfach wieder nach Hause und hoffen, dass die Geschichte irgendwie nicht so schlimm werden würde. Aber es gab Gerüchte an der Schule, dass Schneider an einer anderen Schule mehrfach dafür gesorgt hätte, dass Schüler geflogen waren. Und noch etwas machte ihr zu schaffen. Sie war sich gar nicht sicher, dass sie zurück wollte. Ihre Gefühle spielten völlig verrückt. Der Nachmittag in der Klasse war demütigend und widerlich gewesen --- und supergeil. Wenn sie jetzt mitführe, würde es sicher nicht bei Fotos und ein wenig Selbstbefriedigung bleiben. Schneider würde sie sicher ficken, und ihre beste Freundin, Simone, hatte erzählt, dass es toll gewesen war, als ein Freund ihres Bruders sie das erste Mal gefickt hatte. All dies ging ihr blitzartig durch den Kopf.
"Ich....ich....ich fahre mit!", stieß sie hervor.
Schneider ließ den Wagen wieder an.
"Ausziehen!"
Der Befehl kam völlig beiläufig, ohne dass Schneider auch nur einen Blick an sie verschwendet hätte. Julia zögerte nur kurz, bevor sie das Shirt über den Kopf streifte und den Hintern vom Sitz hob, um den Rock auszuziehen.
"Wirf den Kram auf den Rücksitz und stell die Füße auf 's Armaturenbrett. Schieb' dir die Finger in die Spalte, aber wehe du kommst. Ich will dich nur schön feucht haben, wenn ich dich gleich besteige."
Ein paar Minuten später biegt Schneider in die Zufahrt zu einem abgelegenen Gehöft ein und parkt den Wagen vor dem Haus. Gasfackeln beleuchten flackernd den Hof und lassen in der Dämmerung Schatten auf den Hauswänden tanzen.
"Los, raus!"
Julia hat kaum mitbekommen, dass sie angekommen sind. Zu sehr war sie damit beschäftigt, sich zu wichsen und dabei nicht zu kommen. Zweimal hatte sie sich nur knapp beherrschen können. So stolpert sie jetzt überrascht aus dem Auto, als Schneider die Tür aufreißt. Er zerrt sie vor die Motorhaube und drückt sie da auf den Boden. Die spitzen Steine des geschotterten Hofes bohren sich in ihre Knie.
"Aaauuuah!"
"Schnauze!"
Er zerrt ihren Kopf an den Haaren in den Nacken und zwingt sie, ihm ins Gesicht zu sehen.
"Jetzt darf die kleine geile Sau endlich meinen Schwanz und meine Eier auspacken und bekommt ihre tropfende Hurenvotze gestopft. Da freut sie sich bestimmt sehr drauf. Los, mach schon!"
Zitternd fummelt Julia am Reißverschluss der Jeans herum. Endlich hat sie ihn geöffnet und holt einen unglaublich langen, dabei aber dünnen Schwanz heraus. Der Sack dazu ist hingegen massiv und prall gefüllt.
"Na endlich! Und jetzt beweg dich."
Sie immer noch an den Haaren festhaltend zerrt Schneider Julia auf die Beine und schubst sie auf die Motorhaube. Er tritt zwischen ihre gespreizten Schenkel und zerrt sie an den Fußgelenken nach vorne, bis sie mit dem Arsch auf der Kante liegt. Jetzt reicht sein dünner Penis locker bis an Julias Bauchnabel. Die Wärme der Motorhaube, auf der sie liegt, das Gefühl von Schneiders Pimmel an ihrem Bauch und die Beschimpfungen, mit denen der Lehrer sie demütigt, treiben Julia fast schon in den Orgasmus.
"...und damit niemand behaupten kann, ich würde schwanzgeile Gören, wie dich zu irgendetwas zwingen, wirst du dir meinen Riemen jetzt selber in deine Möse schieben."
Julia war inzwischen Alles egal. Dieses Schwein von Schneider hatte sie mit seinen perversen Spielchen völlig kirre gemacht. Allein die Berührung seines Schwanzes auf ihrem Bauch brachte ihr Vötzchen zum Zucken. Mit beiden Händen griff sie nach seinem Riemen und staunte noch einmal kurz über seine unglaubliche Länge. Selbst über ihre beiden nebeneinander liegenden Hände schaute er noch mindestens 8-10 cm hinaus, und dieses Stück schob sie sich in einem Ruck in ihre nasse Spalte. Da war es dann auch endgültig mit der Beherrschung von Schneider vorbei. Er riss ihre Hände von seinem Schwanz und rammte ihn aufbrüllend so tief es ging in Julias Unterleib.
"Jaaa, du kleine dumme Göre. Jetzt wirst du gefickt, bis dir der Saft aus den Ohren quillt, und dann geht es erst richtig los. Wenn ich erstmal abgespritzt habe, werde ich dir meinen Schwanz in den Arsch schieben, bis meine Eier bei jedem Stoß gegen deinen kleinen Görenhintern klatschen. Wenn mir das dann zu langweilig wird, schiebe ich dir meinen verschmierten Riemen in den Hals bis hinunter in deinen Magen. Wenn deine meine Sackhaare deine Nase kitzeln, same ich direkt in deinen Hals ab."
Julia bekommt von dieser Tirade nichts mit. Der Schmerz, den Schneiders erste brutale Attacke in ihrem engen Vötzchen verursacht hatte, ist unter seinen tiefen harten Stößen längst der Lust gewichen.Mit weit aufgerissenen Augen starrt die Schülerin ins Leere und taumelt von einem Orgasmus in den Nächsten. Vor ihren Augen blitzen Farben und ihre Lustschreie haben sich zu einem Geheul verbunden.
"Aaaaaoooohhaaaauuuuuuummmmmmm! Hchhhchhcsssss! Sscheeeeiiiiiiiieeeeee! Guuuuuuuuuuuhut!"
Wieder krampft sich die junge Möse zusammen und Ströme ihres Geilsaftes fließen auf die Motorhaube.
"So, jetzt soll jeder sehen, was du für eine Schlampe bist. Jeeeetzt!"
Schneider zog seinen Riemen aus Julias Möse und spritzte in hohem Bogen über den Körper des Teenagers ab. Die ersten Schübe klatschten bis in Julias Gesicht, auf ihren Hals, die Brüste und die nächsten landeten auf dem Bauch. Als schließlich nur noch ein paar letzte Tropfen träge aus der Eichel quollen, wischte er sie an ihrem frisch gefickten Vötzchen ab.
"Bravo! Der kleinen Sau hast du es ja ordentlich besorgt. So kann jeder schon von weitem sehen und riechen, was das für ein abgeficktes, dummes Dreckstück ist. War eine geile Nummer und die Fotos sind klasse geworden. Die werden unseren Freunden noch viel Spaß machen."
"Die Kleine ist aber auch die geborene Sklavennutte. Wenn ich vorher gewusst hätte, wie leicht sie zu kriegen ist, hätten wir sie schon lange eingeritten. Naja, besser spät als nie!"
Währenddessen ist Julia wieder zu sich gekommen und hat voller Panik und Entsetzen registriert, dass sie nicht mit Schneider allein ist. Neben dem Referendar, der sie gerade gefickt und mit seinem Sperma von oben bis unten eingesaut hat, steht Hausmann, ihr Mathelehrer. In der einen Hand hält er eine sehr professionell aussehende Digitalkamera, in der anderen ein Stachelhalsband, wie man es für große, widerspenstige Hunde verwendet und eine schwere geflochtene Leine. "Waaaas? Das war nicht abgemacht! Ihr könnt doch nicht einfach Aaaaaaauaah!"
Schneider hatte blitzschnell Julias Haare gegriffen und den Teenager mit einem brutalen Griff von der Motorhaube auf den Boden geschleudert. Hart war sie in den Dreck geknallt und lag jetzt heulend am Boden. Erde und Staub klebten in dem frischen Sperma, das ihren Körper bedeckte.
"Was können wir nicht tun?"
Diesmal ist es Hausmann, der spricht. Als Julia versucht sich aufzurichten, setzt der Lehrer einen Fuß auf ihren Rücken und presst sie zurück in den Dreck. Schmerzhaft werden ihre prallen Tittchen in den Schotter gepresst.
"Schön unten im Dreck bleiben, wo du hingehörst."
Julia kann das hämische Grinsen des Mannes regelrecht spüren.
"Du bist bloß Fickfleisch und wirst wie Fickfleisch behandelt. Außerdem bist du doch freiwillig hier und mein geschätzter Kollege hat dir bestimmt vorher gesagt, was dich erwartet."
"Das ist nicht wahr!!"
Der letzte Rest von Widerstandswillen den Julia noch aufbringen kann, steckt in diesem Aufschrei.
"Er hat mich dazu gezwungen. Er wollte mich von der Schule schmeißen lassen, mich anzeigen. Ich hatte doch keine Wahl!"
Julia heulte dicke Tränen in den Dreck. Ihre Peiniger nahmen das mit Befriedigung zur Kenntnis.
"Ja sicher! Und jedes dreizehnjährige Mädchen zieht sich auch sofort aus, wenn es beim Pfuschen erwischt wird. Alle deine Freundinnen haben das so gemacht, nicht wahr? Sich ausgezogen, sich in obszönen Posen fotografieren und beim wixen filmen lassen. Alle deine Freundinnen, die schon mal erwischt wurden, sind anschließend mit dem Lehrer mitgefahren, ohne zu wissen wohin es geht und haben sich ausgezogen, als er ihnen gesagt hat, dass er sie ficken will."
"Für wie blöd willst du die Leute verkaufen?"
Schneider setzte die Demütigungen und Beschimpfungen von Hausmann nahtlos fort.
"Du bist nichts weiter, als eine läufige Hündin, die eine Möglichkeit gesucht hat, ihre Brunft auszuleben. Und so wirst du hier auch behandelt werden!"
Hausmann hatte inzwischen seinen Fuß von Julias Rücken genommen. Gerade als das Mädchen erleichtert aufatmen wollte, traf sie ein Tritt in die Seite.
"Auf die Knie, Hündin!"
"Auuuaaaauuuuuu!"
Sie war wohl nicht schnell genug hochgekommen. Da hatte Schneider einfach ihr Ohr gepackt und zerrte sie jetzt daran auf die Knie. Mit routinierten Bewegungen legte ihr Hausmann das Hundehalsband an und hakte die Leine ein.
"Bei Fuß!"
Lachend zerrte der Lehrer an der Leine. Julia fiel nach vorne und die Stacheln drückten sich schmerzhaft in ihren Hals. Sie hatte keine Chance auf die Füße zu kommen und krabbelte hilflos neben den Männern her durch den Dreck. Die Demütigung war perfekt. Neben der Eingangstür ins Haupthaus war, wie bei vielen Höfen in dieser Gegend ein großer Steintrog angebracht. Normalerweise diente das Wasser darin dazu, dass der Bauer sich nach der Stall- oder Feldarbeit die Stiefel säubern konnten, bevor sie ins Haus kamen. Zu diesem Trog zerrte Hausmann Julia.
"Wasch dich gefälligst. Ich will nicht, dass du meinem geschätzten Kollegen die Bude versaust."
Julias Widerstand war, zumindest für den Augenblick, gebrochen. Ohne Zögern kletterte sie in den Trog und begann sich Dreck und Sperma abzuwaschen. Das Wasser war eiskalt und sie begann bald zu zittern. Als die Männer sie wieder aus dem Wasser ließen, war sie blau gefroren. Direkt hinter der Eingangstür befand sich ein Windfang mit einer Garderobe, bevor man in die eigentliche Diele und weiter ins Haus kam. An dieser Garderobe leinte Hausmann den zitternden Teenager an.
"Hier kannst du erstmal abtropfen!"
Dann war Julia allein in der dämmrigen Garderobe. Wie ein Hund angeleint, hockte sie zitternd und frierend auf dem Fliesenboden. Das hatte sie nicht gewollt. Aber ihre Lehrer hatten ja recht. Im Nachhinein betrachtet hörte sich die ganze Geschichte so saublöd und albern an, wie sie war. Hatte sie wirklich nur ein Alibi gebraucht, um ihrer Geilheit nachzugeben? Ausgerechnet mit Schneider? Verwirrt und ängstlich rollte sie sich zitternd auf dem Boden zusammen.
Lange dauerte ihre unbehagliche Ruhepause nicht. Schneider kam herein und zerrte sie wortlos durch die Diele in das riesige Wohnzimmer des Hauses. Hier war der Boden mit Eichendielen belegt und im Kamin brannte ein großes, prasselndes, Feuer. Vor dem Kamin standen zwei große Lehnsessel und dazwischen ein lederner Hocker. Zu dem führte Schneider Julia. Sie musste sich dort hinknien und den Oberkörper auf dem Lederhocker ablegen. Die Hände musste sie hinter dem Rücken verschränken. Dann nahm ihr Schneider zu ihrer großen Erleichterung das Stachelhalsband ab. Allerdings ersetzte er es direkt danach durch ein breites, stabiles, Lederband. Ähnliche Lederbänder legte er ihr um Hand- und Fußgelenke. All diese Bänder waren mit verschiedenen Ösen versehen. In diese hakte Schneider jetzt eine Spreizstange ein, die ihre Beine auseinander halten würde. Die Handgelenke hakte er mit einem Karabiner hinter ihrem Rücken fest. In diesen klinkte er noch ein stabiles Seil ein, dass über eine Rolle in der hohen Decke lief. Hausmann hatte sich inzwischen aus einem der Lehnsessel erhoben und zog jetzt das Seil straff. Ihre Handgelenke wurden nach oben gezerrt und Julia bemühte sich auf die Beine zu kommen, als der Schmerz in ihren Schultern immer stärker wurde. Durch die Spreizstange zwischen ihren Füßen, war das nicht so einfach und jedesmal, wenn sie wieder nach vorne fiel, schoss ein scharfer Schmerz durch ihre Schultern. Als sie es schließlich geschafft hatte und aufrecht stand, den Oberkörper weit nach vorn gebeugt und nur von dem Seil gehalten, das Hausmann inzwischen an einem Haken in der Wand befestigt hatte, trat Schneider vor sie. Auch ihr Peiniger war inzwischen, genau wie Hausmann nackt. Er war, im Gegensatz zu seinem älteren Kollegen, athletisch gebaut und sein unglaublich langer Schwanz stand schon wieder steif von seinem Unterleib ab. Er pendelte genau vor Julias Gesicht.
"Schau ihn dir gut an. Der wird heute noch bis zum Anschlag in deinem Hurenarsch verschwinden. Aber jetzt ist erstmal Herr Hausmann dran. Er musste dich ja schließlich schon viel länger ertragen als ich. Außerdem hatte ich ja schon ein wenig Spaß mit dir, Dummfick."
Er geht zu seinem Sessel und klatscht im Vorbeigehen kräftig auf Julias strammen Arsch.
"Aaauuh!"
Vier Finger zeichnen sich auf der einen Hinterbacke ab.
"Na, meine Kleine. Freust du dich schon?"
Hausmann steht vor ihr, schmächtig aber über und über behaart. Sein Schwanz ist kurz aber ungeheuer dick. Wie eine riesige Rübe, hängt er zwischen seinen Beinen.
"Weißt du, du warst immer meine Lieblingsschülerin. Doof, aber immer ein geiler Anblick. Ich habe mir immer vorgestellt, meinen Hammer in deine kleine, enge, Hurenvotze zu rammen und dich zu meinem Spielzeug zu machen und jetzt werden wir zwei ein wenig spielen."
Hausmann geht zu einem Schrank in der Ecke. Als er zurückkommt hat er ein paar Krokodilklemmen und einige Gewichte in der Hand.
"Aaaaaauuuuuuuuuuu!"
Die erste Klemme biss in Julias rechten Nippel. Der Schmerz erschien ihr unerträglich. Das kalte Wasser und die rauhe Behandlung auf dem geschotterten Hof, hatten ihr zartes Brustfleisch sowieso schon massiv gereizt. Das machte es jetzt um so schlimmer. Sie hatte sich noch nicht von der ersten Nippelklemme erholt als Hausmann auch schon an der anderen Brust eine Klemme anbrachte. Wieder gellte ein Schmerzensschrei durch den Raum.
"Schrei nur, mein Schatz. Hier hört dich keiner außer uns und wir genießen dein Gebrüll."
Jetzt nimmt der sadistische Lehrer die Gewichte, die er mitgebracht hat. Es sind Angelbleie für das Grundangeln, jedes etwa hundertfünfzig Gramm schwer. Er hängt sie an die Klemmen.
"Ooooaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuh"
Julia brüllt jetzt tatsächlich vor Schmerz. Zufrieden lächelnd hebt Hausmann ihr tränenüberströmtes Gesicht an und leckt ihr die Tränen von den Wangen.
"Hast du Spaß, kleine Hure? Es wird noch besser."
Er leckt ihr noch einmal übers Gesicht und widmet sich dann ihrer Kehrseite.Rücksichtslos drückt er ihr zwei Finger in die enge Möse.
Dadurch fangen die Gewichte an ihren Nippeln an hin und her zu schwingen.
Zischend atmet Julia ein, um nicht wieder laut loszubrüllen. Immer tiefer
schiebt ihr Peiniger seine Finger in ihren Leib. Schmerzen in der Möse
gesellen sich zu denen an ihren Nippeln. Immer heftiger fickt sie Hausmann
mit seinen Fingern, und immer heftiger zerren die Gewichte an ihren
Brustwarzen.
"Das gibt es nicht!"
Überrascht zieht Hausmann seine Finger aus der Teenagermöse.
"Das Fickfleisch ist schon wieder geil. Die dumme Nutte läuft
tatsächlich aus, Richard! Fühl mal!"
"Mensch Klaus, ich hab dir doch gesagt, das dumme Miststück ist die
geborene Sklavin. Sowas seh ich doch."
"Ja schon, Richard, aber das ist noch besser. Die Sau ist nicht nur
unterwürfig und will benutzt und gedemütigt werden. Die steht auch echt
auf Schmerzen. Das ist ein Traum."
"Wir werden viel Freude miteinander haben, mein kleiner Liebling."
Gierig vergräbt der perverse Lehrer sein Gesicht in Julias Vötzchen und
schlürft ihre Säfte. Wie wild schaukeln die Gewichte an ihren
angeschwollenen Zitzen hin und her.
"Aaaaauuuaaaaaooooooooooooooh jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Unter dem Ansturm von Hausmanns saugendem Mund und seiner spitzen,
harten Zunge an ihrem Möseneingang kommt Julia in einem langen,
zuckenden Beben ihres Vötzchens.
"Aaah, das war gut, mein Honigtopf. Jetzt wollen wir aber weiter
spielen."
Boshaft kichernd greift Hausmann sich die linke Schamlippe des
keuchenden Teenagers und zieht sie lang.
"Aaaaiiiiiiiiiih! Hchssss. Hchsssss. Hchsssss!"
Der Schrei gellt durch das ganze Haus. Anschließend ist nur noch das
zischende Atemholen des gequälten Mädchens zu hören. Hausmann hat ihr
eine Klemme mit Gewicht auf die Schamlippe gesetzt.
"Gefällt es dir, mein Herz? Zwei Klemmen hab' ich noch für dich. Dann
darfst du meine Rübe genießen."
Im Hintergrund bricht Schneider in Gelächter aus. Julias Gedanken
rasen. Noch ZWEI Klemmen? Dann wird ihr klar, was Hausmann vorhat.
"Bitte! Bitte nicht! Ich halte das nicht aus. Bitte!"
"O doch, mein kleiner Liebling, sicher wirst du das aushalten. Weißt
du, dir bleibt nichts anderes übrig."
Die nächste Klemme findet Halt an Julias rechter Schamlippe.
"Aaaaiiiiiiiiiih!"
"Na siehst du, das war doch nicht so schlimm. Aber gleich werden wir
sehen, was du wirklich aushältst."
Zärtlich streichelt er ihre tropfende Möse. Die Gewichte klicken leise
aneinander. Mit seinem Mittelfinger fährt Hausmann durch die Spalte und
tippt zart auf den Kitzler des Mädchens.
"Oooouuuhm!"
Julia stöhnt leise auf.
"Siehst du, mein Schatz, das macht dich doch auch geil. Warte nur mal
ab, wenn die Zähne der Klemme sich tief in deinen Kitzler bohren und das
Gewicht an ihm zerrt. Solche Gefühle hast du noch nie gehabt, das
garantiere ich dir."
Julia kam nicht dazu, auf diese furchtbare Drohung zu antworten, denn
jetzt setzte Hausmann seinen kurzen, dicken Pimmel an ihrer Möse an und
bahnte sich seinen Weg in ihren Unterleib.
"Uuuuuuuuuhhmmmm! Aaaaaaaaaaiaaaaiaaaaauuuh!"
Julia schrie vor Schmerz und Lust. Die Gewichte schwangen unter ihr hin
und her, ihre Zitzen waren inzwischen tief violett und fast taub, ihre Arme
fühlten sich an, als würden sie ganz langsam aus den Schultern gezerrt.
Die Gewichte an ihren Schamlippen sorgten für einen brennenden Schmerz, der
sich mit der Lust vermischte, die ihr das langsame, stetige Eindringen von
Hausmanns Monsterrübe bescherte. Schneider vergnügte sich inzwischen
damit, ihr immer wieder seinen langen Riemen ins Gesicht zu schlagen und
sie ab und zu kurz in den Mund zu ficken.
"Du solltest diese Maulficks genießen. Wenn er erst mal tief in deinem
Stutenarsch gesteckt hat, hast du beim Lutschen vielleicht nicht mehr
soviel Spaß."
"Oooooaaaaaaaah! Uuuuuhmmm! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
"Ja, Schatz, jetzt ist mein kleines Lieblingsspielzeug ganz in deiner
Hurenvotze verschwunden. Wenn du dich ein bisschen dran gewöhnt hast,
werde ich deine Spalte stoßen und die Gewichte an deinen Votzenlappen und
deinem Euter so richtig schön zum Pendeln bringen. Wenn du dann kommst und
deinen Orgasmus herausbrüllst und ich dein Löchlein flute, dann kommt die
letzte Klemme an deine Klit. Dann wirst du für uns brüllen..."
Als Hausmann begann, sie zu stoßen, explodierte Julias Welt endgültig in
Lust und Schmerz.
"Auuuaaaaaaahuuuuuuuuhmmmmm! Ooooooooooaaaaahhahh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Biiiiiitteeee! Aufhören! Hört doch auf! Biiiiiiitteeeeeeeeee!
Ooooooooooooooh!"
Keiner der beiden Männer stört sich an den Schreien des Teenagers.
Hausmann rammt schnaufend seine Rübe in die obszön gedehnte Möse, und
Schneider macht Großaufnahmen von Julias tränenüberströmtem Gesicht und
den darunter schaukelnden Tittchen, die von den Gewichten in die Länge
gezogen werden. Irgendwann ist es dann soweit:
"Oooooh Goooottt! Ich kommmeeeeee! Ich kooooooooommmmmmmmmmeeeee!
Oooooooooh meeeinn Gooooottchhhhcccchchchssssssssss!"
Trotz all der Folter und der Schmerzen brach sich da ein gigantischer
Orgasmus Bahn. Hausmann stieß noch ein paar Mal zu. Dann bückte sich
diese perverse Schwein und tastete nach Julias Klitoris. Mit einer Hand
hielt er die Schamlippen beiseite. Dann setzte er sorgfältig die
Krokodilklemme auf den dick angeschwollenen Lustknopf seines Opfers. 300
Gramm Blei hängen daran.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaiaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuhhhhhaaaaauuuuuaaaaaaah!"
Der infernalische Schrei ist noch weit draußen zu hören. Dann fällt
Julias Kopf nach vorne, und sie wird bewusstlos. Hausmann ergießt sich in
dicken, klebrigen Schüben in die zuckende Möse. Schneider hockt mit der
Kamera vor der geschundenen Möse und macht Nahaufnahmen von den gedehnten
Lippen und der Klit, an der jetzt 300 Gramm Blei zerren. Ein paar dünne
Bluttropfen sind zu sehen. Dann macht er noch einige Bilder von Julias
Arsch und dem klaffenden Loch, das heute Morgen noch eine ungefickte
Mädchenmöse gewesen war. Jetzt ist es ein dunkles Loch, aus dem dicke
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