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Her knees weakened, but she stayed standing, wanting to show him she was ready for any instruction. She hurriedly reached behind and began massaging her clit again. Her hand dropped down one shelf and she leaned over further, arching her ass out more. Dan pushed the vibrator to maximum and dropped the controller onto the small of her back. She could feel the plastic controller slap on her skin and could sense him retreat a few steps. She realized she was just a toy fucking itself for his amusement. She desperately wanted to turn her head and watch him watch her, but she forced herself to keep her head down and still. "Keep going, Jessica. Show me how much the words make you need to get off. Show me how much you are a slave to your own body. Let it take control. Let it take you places your mind won't let you go." Jessica whined softly and shoved the vibrator around her wet cunt. Dan stared at her beautiful full, round ass as it trembled before him. The fingers of her left hand reached around her cheeks and pressed the vibrating egg against her wanting clit, as her other hand grasped desperately onto the shelf above her head. Jessica spread her legs wider and tried to show him her dripping pussy lips and make him feel the intense lust that was coursing through her. If he wanted to fuck her, she'd let him. At the back of her mind was Tim's face, buried deep and staring at her. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and told herself this was just something she needed to explore and then she could be with him again, fully and honestly. She wanted to know what it was about this man and his writing that excited her so much. She needed an answer to everything that was pushing and seeking out of her. If she could only just find it, she could bring it to Tim and he could- CRACK! Her ass stung and burned again and her eyes watered. "You relaxed and started to release. I never told you to do that," Dan said evenly. Jessica looked behind her to see him and try to explain, but instead she saw him lift a leather belt and whip it across her bottom. She yelled in pain and closed her eyes and ducked her head. "Sorry! I'm so sorry! I'll be good from now on!" She heard herself saying the words, but couldn't really believe it was her saying them. There was a small part of herself that was horrified by what she was doing, and what she was letting him do to her, and kept telling her to stop and get dressed and leave. She wanted to regain control of herself, but she also wanted Dan to take over her actions and write her in and out of all of this. "Turn around and face me," he commanded. Jessica straightened and grabbed the vibrator's controller as it dropped off her ass. She turned and looked at him and kept the egg pressed against her clit. He moved in close to her and she felt her back press against the bookcase. His lips approached hers and she had a fleeting thought of denying him a kiss for Tim's sake, but then his head turned down and she could feel his teeth sink into her neck. He nibbled and licked and sucked from her collarbone up to her left ear lobe and she sighed heavily and pressed the vibrator close to her clit. That's when she felt the fingers of his right hand squeeze her left butt cheek, right where it met her thigh and where his belt had stung her. She gasped and could feel her pussy lips open wide in supplication. His left hand grabbed her throat and squeezed lightly and forced her face to look up. He pushed her head back against the shelf and brought his face close to her lips. Jessica opened her mouth and her knees felt like jelly and her legs begged to sink down. He was practically holding her up by her throat, but not in strangulation. Dan's lips brushed her cheeks and glided over her mouth. His breath reeked of cigarettes and alcohol, but still she tried to arch up to take his kiss. He kept her held steady and denied her need. His right hand released her ass and moved slowly over her hips and up her quivering stomach to rest between her heaving breasts. They were full and beautiful and firm and Dan admired them as he held her up. Jessica pushed the vibrator up hard on her clit as he pinned her and inspected her body. She could feel the rising swell of excitement in her pussy lips as she submitted to being Dan's new doll. Just a pretty thing for him to play with, she thought madly to herself. She had never wanted to be so used in her life and almost wanted to sob out the joy of it. Dan released her throat and used both hands to grasp her pink, hard nipples. He twisted and pinched them severely as he pressed himself against her shaking body. "AAAHHH!" Jessica yelled out with pain and desire. "You're a toy, Jessica," Dan muttered in a low and even voice, almost reading her mind. "You're just a pretty little toy, with pretty little buttons and knobs." He savagely twisted her nipples again and pushed hard against her tits and Jessica felt her back slam against the bookcase. A couple of books fell out and crashed to the floor and she cried out again and felt the wave of orgasm start to push over the seawall of her restraint. "You need only for someone to pull your string and you'll sing." He dropped his right hand to her pussy and pushed two fingers up inside of her as his index finger stretched out and touched her asshole. The other hand he used to grasp her face again and hold it still while he kissed her open and silently screaming mouth. "FFFUUUCK!" She yelled into his lips as she came and crashed and tried to sink, only to be held up by his large, strong hands. There was another wave that pushed over her as she shuddered and a last smaller one that fell down to her toes and seemed to stay and sit there in a tingling puddle. Dan removed his hands gently and pulled her to him in an embrace. Jessica's head rested on his shoulder as he held her and she wanted to sleep. It was the most terrific orgasm she had ever had and it had wiped her out. Again, as if reading her mind, or probably just body language, Dan reached down and scooped her up off her feet and carried her to the bed. She was about to try to rouse herself and give him some kind of reason why she couldn't sleep with him -- mostly because she was just exhausted -- when she felt him put blankets over her and cover her naked body. His hand caressed her cheek and he kissed her forehead. "Get some rest. I'll be right here," he said and then returned to his desk. Jessica's eyes watered and she almost reached out to him, but the blankets were so warm and the tingling in her toes had mellowed and spread a delightful sensation to the rest of her. She slept. Jessica's eyes opened and she blinked several times before she could remember where she was. The bedroom had grown dark, except for some bright glow coming from somewhere below her feet. She remembered everything that had happened and slowly pushed the blankets aside. The glow was coming from the computer monitor as Dan sat there staring at it and occasionally tapping something out on the keyboard. He looked miserable. The harsh light from the screen aged him some ten or fifteen years and the sadness she had seen weeks ago was fully present on his face. He rested his cheek in a hand that also gripped a cigarette while the other moved and danced slowly over the keyboard. His expression never changed and Jessica had the impression of him as some kind of bored pianist, just trying out different notes and hoping if he just gets one string right, he could maybe sleep tonight. She watched him, but he didn't seem to notice her. "Do you know why a man and a woman can't stay together?" He asked the computer screen. Jessica suddenly knew he was really addressing her, had known she was awake probably since she first moved. She propped herself up on her left arm and held the blanket over her breasts. She looked at him for a few seconds before responding. "I'm not sure..." "Because it's just easier not to." His voice sounded strange - slightly drunk and terribly sad. She didn't know what to say, but he waited patiently. "I don't think it has to be that way," she said after a long pause. "I used to think so, too... Used to think it was worth the struggle... Now..." Jessica felt awful and contemplated leaving, but she dismissed the emotion and focused on his pained expression. She couldn't fathom how to bring him out of his misery, but she knew how to distract him at least. He had let her read his writing and had brought her to an ecstasy she didn't know existed before. She knew she didn't want him to fuck her, not like this, but she had to reach out and tell him how wonderful his gifts were, what they meant to her. She withdrew the blanket and slid off the bed. She held her nude body slightly arched to display her breasts and walked slowly over to him. He watched her from the corner of his eye and snubbed out his cigarette. She came to stand beside him and reached out, purely by instinct, and ran her left hand through his hair. He pinched his eyes shut and breathed out sharply through his nose. "Just go," he whispered. "I don't want you here." Jessica heard the lie in his words and caressed his soft hair and pulled her nails along his scalp. He leaned his head against her hand and asked her to leave again, but this time with no conviction at all. Jessica placed the index finger of her other hand on his lips. "Shhh," she whispered. "Just relax. Let it go for a little while. Just for a bit." Dan groaned and he tried to sit up. Jessica reacted by leaning over him and kissing his lips. He let her kiss him for a second, then lightly pushed her away. He wished he could stand up, but doubted he could manage it. "You're beautiful, Jessica, and any man would be crazy to refuse your affection, but the next time you want to kiss me, I need it to be because you want me, not because you feel sorry for me. You understand?" Jessica nodded. She didn't mean to pity him, but she couldn't think of the right way to say it. Instead, she simply touched his face and smiled and said, "I'll see you Sunday." Then she put on her clothes, took some time in the bathroom adjusting her appearance and quietly left the apartment. It was 10:30, but she didn't think either her roommate or Tim would question her coming home a little late. She wasn't expecting him that night and her roommate largely kept to herself. Still, even if Tim paid her a surprise visit, she was sure she could shoo him away by claiming she needed to study, which she did. She had cheated on a couple of boyfriends in high school, but that was different. Everyone seemed to be doing it and she was never very sure how she felt about the guys she dated, so it didn't bother her too much. Even though she wasn't sure this was cheating at all, it still bothered her. Tim was different. She loved him more than she had loved anyone yet. She concentrated on the train tracks as she waited for the subway and gave herself over a little to self-loathing. Tim would never understand if he found out... Jessica wasn't sure she understood it either. She calmed her worry with the thought that the next time she was there, she would have the same kind of control she had tonight. She could simply clean the apartment and never knock on his door. Or, she thought as she felt a tingle stir in some mysterious corner of her libido, she could choose to enter and close the door and give herself over to his command. Hello everybody. I know you've heard this before but this is a true story. This happened in the late 1980s so a few details are fuzzy. The names have been changed to protect the innocent, and the guilty. It happened my second semester at Penn State. I'll be using my Jim character from a former story to describe me. It was a Wednesday in early April when there was a pounding on my dorm room door. A close friend, Kevin, burst into my room and was breathless. His best friend from high school had joined a fraternity at Gettysburg Univ. (yes the same site as the major battle during the US Civil War). Well this frat was the major social party place there. They were having a huge party that night. I didn't have class until 1 PM on Thursday and Kevin was driving so I decided to go. We waited for our mutual friend Scott to get back from class and off we went. When you left for road trip you left your ID behind unless you drove. This way you could lie if you got busted for underage drinking. Never knew if it worked since I was never busted. Still, I didn't bring any form of ID. We took the 2 and ½ hour drive down to Gettysburg. We met with Kevin's friend, Rob, and grabbed dinner. Then it was party time. It was great fun. We were chugging beers, partying, and flirting. I went off to the bathroom and when I returned two ladies were chatting with Scott and Kevin. They were Sarah and Jane. Sarah was a hottie. She was tall (5'8" or 5'9") had curly blond hair and very buxom and very pretty. She was VERY into Scott. The other, Jane, was also pretty and buxom but a bit heavy set. Not overly big but not as slim as Sarah. Since Scott and Sarah were ignoring us Kevin and I were talking with Jane. Kevin tells me the Jane knows a secret about Penn State guys. And it's a secret she wouldn't share with Kevin. I pull Jane aside and ask about the secret. Jane whispers into my ear: "Don't tell anybody, but I heard that Penn State guys are great fucks" Ok, I'm 18 and ½. I slept with two women before this. I stunk up the bed. I know this. My response was pure brilliance. Misleading, but brilliant. "I've never been told that I disappointed anyone." Ok, the ladies I slept with never called me again. But, technically, they never complained. So the flirting continues. Kevin is hitting on Jane big time while Jane and I are hitting on each other big time. Scott and Sarah are doing their thing. Jane starts ignoring Kevin and keeps hitting on me. After a while we run out of beer and it's Kevin's turn to wait forever and fetch the beer. As Kevin leaves to fetch the beer, Jane and I realize Scott and Sarah are gone. I ask Jane where she thinks the two went. "They went to the battlefield. That's where most students go to hook up," said Jane. Ok, I find it rather morbid that couples would go to a battlefield to hook up and get it on. But, hey, I'm visiting and trying to be friendly. After some more flirting, and waiting for Kevin to return from that damn beer line, I got my courage up "Where do you go to hook up?" I ask. "My sorority suite." "Do you want to go there?" "Yes" We go to her suite. And now the fun begins. Before I get to my "fun" let me tell you what happened to my friends. Kevin returns from the bar with the beers to find himself alone. He chugs the beers and almost hurls. He was quite proud he didn't puke since he has a moderate tolerance for beer. Still, I know he wasn't happy. To this day, if you ask Kevin, Jane weighs 300 pounds; is very ugly and has a huge wart on her nose. I always laugh at his description. I know from other experiences that being dissed gives you a bad view on things. Not to mention a bad memory. Scott and Sarah go to the battlefield and nothing happens. Sarah doesn't let Scott do anything. Scott ends up with a classic case of blue balls. He wanders back to the frat and meets up with Kevin. Scott goes to the conveince store and gets a pound of lunch met and a loaf of bread. Scott then sits on the curb, not a bench or chair but the curb, and he eats the meat. Then he eats the bread. Ok, Jane and I wander to her sorority suite while fondling each other. Hey, it's almost 1 AM nobody can see us. And then the sex begins. The suite is loaded with chairs and couches. So, naturally, we strip and start fucking on the floor. We quickly get rug burns. Her ass gets burned and my knees get burned. Damn. We move to a chair. It's too narrow and the arms of the chair are too high. We can't get it on properly. She can't lower herself on me. We finally decide to use a couch. The couch has about 5 feet of empty space behind it. There's absolutely nothing behind the couch. Just empty space. She jumps on top of me and we start fucking.We are fucking. She is riding me. We are moaning. We are talking dirty. We are pounding each other. We are reaching orgasm. Then. Click. The door to the suite opens. In mid thrust Jane jumps off of me and leaps behind the couch. I am alone on the couch. And... I'm a man in a girl's dorm 150 miles from home. With no ID! Naked!! With a massive hardon!!! I grabbed a very small throw pillow that barely covered my cock. I laid on the couch naked. I knew I was in big trouble. Jane hid behind the couch offering no help. The woman walked in. She stopped when she saw me and said, "Sorry. I didn't know the room was busy." She then walked out. To this day, my biggest regret was that I did not invite her in to join us. P.S. after a couple hours sleep, Jane and I did get it on and it was the first time I made a lady orgasm. I'm sure she had better sex since but at least I learned what a man needs to do. Dear Mistress, I write this letter per your instructions. As you and I have already talked about before, this letter is about my favorite fantasy. However, you already know about my vampire fantasy. So I wanted to tell you about another fantasy. The one with me as the naughty school boy and you as the sexy headmistress. See, I was very bad today. I was caught dropping pencils to look up the other girls skirts during class. Ms. Cleese was very upset with my behavior and sent me to your office. I walk in, sit down and look you over. You have your long black tied up, your wearing a white pearl and matching earrings. I can see your large D sized breasts pushing against your while long sleeved silk shirt. I watch you move and sit on the desk crossing your legs. I grow hard as I look from your shiny black high heels, up your black nylons, to the high cut black plaid mini skirt. I think I catch a glimpse of a black garter. You tell me you know why I was sent to your office. You grab a ruler and slap it in your hand, as you scold my horrible actions. I look at the ground and turn red, embarrassed that I was caught. I also grow more embarrassed and red as I think shameful thoughts about you. You stand up and move closer towards me. Sweat beads on my forehead as I watch you pace back and forth in front of me. As I start to cross my legs, you stop, grab my legs and spread them apart. You move your head down and stare at the bulge that's in my pants. You tell me what a sick minded boy I am, as you walk to your closet and pull out some rope. My eyes grow wide from fear as you walk back towards me. When I try to stand up, you yell at me to stop and sit down. I yell back at you asking what happens if I don't. You explain you will fail me and kick me out of school. I sit down my face red with anger now. Then you tie my hands behind the chair and remove my shoes. When I ask you what you are doing you slap my face and tell me to shut up. Then you tie my feet to chair as well. I look up at your face as you laugh wickedly. I squirm trying to get free, then you bring your foot up and kick me in the chest knocking me on my back. Fear grips my body as you laugh and stand over me. Then my fear slides away as you squat down and pull your black panties to the side. You sit on my face as you tell me to stick my tongue. Filled with amazement I do as you with no hesitation. You grind your pussy into my face as you unzip my pants and pull out my cock. You moan as you slowly stroke my cock up and down. As I slide my tongue past your slit, I feel your pussy clamp down on it and milk my tongue. I feel your body shift down as you gently lean down and blow on the head of my cock as you start to stroke it a bit faster, using my pre cum to lube it up. I hear you moan louder as you grind your pussy harder against my face. I moan louder, both from pleasure and pain. The pleasure as you lean down a bit more and lick the tip of my cock then blow on it. The pain from my hand still tied behind my back and being pushed into the floor. I hear you moan louder now and feel your hips moving wildly back and forth quickly over my face. You being to lick all over my cock and curl your tongue around it. I move my head up trying to push my tongue as I can into your wet cunt. You shift your body a bit and rub your clit back and forth over my nose and lips. I cry loudly into your pussy as you slide my cock into your mouth and suck with oh so much force. I feel myself getting close, you yell at me to cum with you. I scream as my cock lets go and shoots my thick jizz in your mouth, over your tonsils and down your throat. My tongue cramps as I feel your pussy muscles clinch hard and violently on my buried tongue. I can hear your muffled moans as we cum together, in this sinful manner. You leave me tied up but set up right and laugh as you walk to your desk. I'll tell you what you do to me in the next letter Mistress but at this time, I believe it is best to cut this short. From, Your Sexy Slut

_Just something I whipped up. It's non erotic since it deals with pre-coming of age. It's basically the premise for more post coming of age. Call it a background or prologue. Yes. Prologue will do. Imagine that. A prologue that was actually written prior to a story beginning._ Being a fan of quite a few types of Literotica stories and authors and being creative myself I whipped this up in about an hour. I'm no J.K.R. where some voices in my head sit me down for a session and it all flows through me or stuff like that but hey, I think I'm pretty darn good. So. I'm stepping up and posting a story here. All those that like it. Great. Enjoy. All those that don't. Well I really don't care. However, if you have any constructive (yes that's a key word) criticism, I might not be happy to hear it but at least I'll give it a read. ******************************** Damn. Where do I begin? High School? Well just a little bit before actually but that would only cover half the story that lead to where I'm at now. I guess an introduction would be in order. My name is Brian, or at least it used to be. I'm in my mid forties, again, at least I used to be. A number of years have passed since the party. Aaron, a friend of mine who at the time was a chemist, alright as he'd put it, biological chemical engineer was having a weekend party. One of those'remember old times' type parties mid forties guys have in an attempt to relive glory days. I can remember it clearly, but then again, I've always been known to be able to remember any and everything. 80's music was droning along and all our high school buddies that were still in contact with each other were hanging around the rather lavish house. Just goes to show, the geeks with all the letters behind their names did rather well. Aaron's wife, a self proclaimed Wiccan was 10 years younger than the average age. The prime trophy wife as he'd say under his breath only when she'd not be within earshot. I'd always suggested he should be careful, lest she turn him into a frog or some such. Needless to say, Anne and I didn't entirely get along very well. Sure we'd be civil to each other for Aaron's sake, but neither of us would pass up an opportunity to take some form of verbal pot shot at each other. Considering my gift for sarcasm, it'd usually see her on the more wounded side and playing up the part to Aaron. Unfortunately for her, he'd most often play the mediator taking my side in the end. In school I wasn't a jock, nor was I one of the geeks. It was more like I had a foot in several of the teen angst worlds. Jock, geek gothish loner. Call me a paradoxical introverted extrovert if you will. In any case I think I scared Aaron in school so he'd buddy buddy up to me and save himself grief from being picked on by the other high school social classes. When I first started high school I was already larger than most of the seniors. At well over 6 feet and 200 plus pounds in grade 9 I was pretty much left all by my onesies. My long hair gave people the mistake I was a rocker dude. Being a history buff, I kept my hair long to state my Celtic ancestry, and since most of the other kids were of Italian or Hispanic back ground it was pretty much like old Rome all over again. There I'd be, between classes. One giant Celt standing out in a sea of 5 foot 1ish heads. Needless to say, in school, my circle of friends and I were pretty much left alone from bullies. But I digress. I'm spewing details of a life that seems like a life time ago. Back to the party. At around 5 am the party was well on it's way to having died down. Most of the re-unionists, if you should put a name to them, had already left, and the remaining ones were making their goodbyes. Yes, yes. Long gone were the days of our 20s where we could party all night, stay awake all day and party again the next night. Age. They say it'll do it to you every time. Being that late Aaron had already crashed. Around 3:30 in fact. He never could hold his booze. This left Anne and myself all alone. Now don't get any wrong ideas, I didn't have an available ten foot pole to touch her with. Not that I'd betray my friend Aaron like that anyway. Just that any thought of her and I just creeps me the hell out. She wasn't ugly or anything. As I mentioned, she's a bit of a trophy wife. It's her personality, if you could call it that. While still standing at the open door expectantly, the airhead decided to get a bit snippy with me. "Are you going to call a cab or try your hand at driving drunk?" I have this air of calm about me. My facial expression accentuates a certain deliberation in my already deep voice. "Neither." I responded in an almost monotone state. "Excuse me?" Came her reply. For Aaron's sake, since she'd probably wake and badger him I decided to try and take the static down a notch. A sigh and a change of my expression in an attempt to lighten the situation, I told her. "I arranged with Aaron to crash on the couch." Which is what I'd done. Blame him for not clearing it with 'his boss' Living on the other side of town, I wasn't about to make the trip in my own car let alone wait for a cab. I wasn't drunk but I wouldn't sit behind the wheel of a car. Trying to add to lightening the situation up I told her in an almost cheery manner. "After I sleep this off, I'll be out of your hair early in the AM" After which I gave an open handed palms up gesture with a halfhearted smile. Anne, gave a scowl and a snort almost slamming the door, before storming past me on her way upstairs. "I suppose you'll want a pillow and a blanket." She spat over her shoulder. In a return to my monotone almost mechanical voice I replied. "If it's no inconvenience." Like I mentioned. She's get this personality thing. It just generally conflicts with my good nature, or something like that. With a disgusted tsk of her tongue, Anne paused on the stairs giving me a snarled expression. I chuckled to myself as I shook my head. Pointing to the kitchen I said to the general air. "I think I'll have one more drink." Then accentuated a happy march towards the kitchen. "Serfo Con Razo Neroxat" Anne spat in my direction as she turned to proceed up the stairs. "Excuse me?" I said in a quizzical manner. "You ok?" Anne paused once again and gave me a genuine smile. "I will be." She said in a sickeningly sincere sweet tone before continuing upstairs. "The pillow and blanket are in the hall closet, goodnight." Then I heard the master bedroom door close. "Yeah that was weird." I said to myself out loud then shook my head and headed to the kitchen. Checking the fridge, I noticed there was no more domestic beer so I decided to grab the last bottle of what looked like some imported cooler. Crack. Tsssst. And a quick whiff. I couldn't place whether it was berry fruit or lemony citrus. "Skoal" I chuckled as I raised the glass in Anne's general direction. A toast if you will to once again getting my points. Oh sure I knew it was childish, but you know those types of people you just don't want to get along with. I chugged a mouthful as I headed to retrieve a pillow and blanket from the closet and made my way to the sofa. Sitting down rather than laying I remembered to set my alarm cell phone to wake me. 9 AM. Should be enough time to clear out before Either Anne woke up or worse yet. Their snotty nose son returned from relative visiting. Yeah. I didn't like the prodigy of the wicked witchy poo. At 12 I found him to be a sniveling annoyance at best. Always whining to get his own way and most often even over riding my connection with Aaron. And rightly so, it was his son too but with the mother and son around, I usually tended to make myself scarce. The next morning was the kicker. I slept in. You can't really blame me with the amount of drinks I had but that damn hang over felt heavier than normal hangovers. "Rise and shine sunshine!" Came the cheery voice. "Ahh fuck." I muttered to myself as I grabbed my cell phone and checked the time. Noon thirty. Well that's a day shot to hell. Stretching and sitting up I got extra dizzy. Something didn't feel right. In fact everything around me seemed proportionately larger. Not taking much note of it since my priority was to empty my bladder, I staggered up and headed for the washroom. The next thing I heard was some girl shrieking as warm liquid seem to make it's way down my inner legs. Cursing every profanity I could think of and some new ones I created in some unknown made up language set just for such an occasion, I realized that scream was me. I must have blacked out, because the next thing I remember I was back on the couch laying down with a cold compress on my head. "I've always liked the name Deidre." Came a familiar woman's voice. It was Anne's voice. She was arguing with Aaron and he was seriously dishing out some major chastising towards witchy poo. "The man has a spine after all." I thought to myself. Attempting to speak and finding only a squeak forthcoming compared to the bass I'm used to caused me to clear my throat a few times before venturing explode with. "WHATTHEFUCKJUSTHAPPENED?" The sudden exclamation caused both Arron and Anne to abruptly turn their attention to me in silence. For several minutes the only thing that could be heard was the snickering of a young lad. Slowly in a menacing manner I turned my attention towards Richard. "Mind your fucken manners kid or I'll make you wish your parents correct and punish you." Although my voice was a squeak of it's normal state, it had the desired effect. For several minutes not a sound was heard until Anne piped in and say. "You mind your tongue young lady or I'll wash it out with soap." Again with the snickering and I had to do everything possible within my self control not to launch myself at the boy and pull his bottom lip over his head in some form of facial wedgie. That was almost five years ago. That wasn't a cooler I drank as you all might have gathered. That was some funky concoction Anne had made up in an attempt to try her hand at her husband's profession. Nor was what she uttered on the stairs an actual spell of sorts. Yeah Like she'd be a real Wiccan or some such. She had just recited some mispronounced words she'd misread in one of her grimoires. The whole change thing was some universal fluke with none of the singular events being the individual catalyst that caused it all. Aaron and his work was an advantage as he calculated that I ended up being just younger then Richard..It took me a while to get used to what I call'my condition'. The body functions as far as balance and such being a major point. Also having to sit while I take a wizz. Sorry, I mean 'go pee' Pfft. Well arrangements were made that while'my condition' was in place, that Aaron and Anne would adopt me. Aaron continued his tests for a while as I became a human pin cushion. After acquiring enough sample material he set to work on something of a proverbial cure, which he still works on when time allows. Having refused completely to prance around in pretty dresses and skirts I ended up getting Richard's hand me downs. Yeah that makes me a tomboy according to the others around'my age'. I had to toughen myself up majorly as I wasn't intending being in my condition even for as long as I have been. Punchball hurt like hell at first. That's where you take a basketball and instead of throwing around to each other you punch it. Designed to toughing up the fist, elbow, head, knee or what ever else you decide to hit the ball with and to be able to maneuver. Great practice should an actual fight break out. And they did. Several dozen in fact. Although I basically was acing school, having done it all before, it seemed like I was spending a lot of time in the office. "Wanna play spin the bottle?" "Wanna punch in the head?" Sure I spent time at other kids houses that I'd formed a friendship with but I'd most often be on the sidelines during those types of games. Once around was enough and on the other side thank you very much. Some thought I was a developing lesbian which I also shrugged off and declined with breaking heads. Although I was extremely rough and tumble, even when I was beating the crap out of 'one of the guys', I'd never kick them in the nuts. It's just a cheap shot done by girls who have no alternative. Besides. I know how it feels. As nasty of a feeling as that is, I still say guy's have it lucky. Especially when it comes to having one's period. Hell's Bells That ain't fun. The first few times I had mine it felt like it was a roller coaster that I wanted to stop and get off of even though I knew where it headed. Anne and I had by that time made a basic truce. As much as I would hate to give her credit, she ended up being quite good with her mothering skills. The hormonal emotions fluctuating all over the place I ended up dropping a tear or ten for absolutely zero logical reason. She just let me cry and consoled me, mentioning nothing of it afterward. Ahh shaddap reader. It's a fricken chemical thing. Don't look at me like that. Piss-ant. Anyway. Then came developing a more adult physical appearance. No. Now I definitely wanted to get off this roller coaster. Which brings us up to speed basically where I'm at now. It's Thursday. The day before my supposed 18th based on the occurrence of my condition. Having Adapted the name Deidre when Aaron and Anne adopted me, I ended up with the nickname 'Double D' This nick name thing doesn't sit well with me. I still don't have the hang of shoving my arms half way up my back to do up any bra clasps let alone getting them undone. It's a male thing damn it. Besides, I don't wear them damn frilly things anyway. Sports bra. So I cheat. Blah. At least I can still punch the crap out of people if I need to. Or run for a Frisbee without giving myself a black eye. Richard turned out to be a kind of cool step brother. Not the wimpy geeky nerd I suspected he would be. He's already 18 and he'll run a defensive for me if I need it to keep the guys from asking for a date, kiss or other such crap. And no. I ain't into Richard that way. That's just ew. Yes I said 'ew' It's girly. So what. Doesn't mean nothin, I used ew even in my prior condition. At a month away from the end of high school, again damn it, and one day away from my 18th I've developed a close circle of friends. Different then the type of friends I had before. My height and gender and I guess disposition would be contributing factors. My circle of friends includes Todd. A former Junior High bully that I beat the crap out of. He ended up being a high school football jock. Go figure. Jackson, or Jack for short seems to try to be the tough guy, bad boy. He's always chasing some skirt or other. I said skirt. I don't wear em, piss off with that thought. Tanner is the quiet one. Philosophical and pseudo Emo. He's got the looks that Jack thinks he has but doesn't have the motivation. Steve, Sam, and Donny are all on the basketball team and I always shoot hoops or play two on two with them. Those are the guys. The girls of the group are Amy. She's basically the slut. Even Richard had a go at her for a couple of weeks. They'd dated about a month after his birthday till she got bored. Then there's Sara. Miss High and mighty holier than thou. Karen, the head cheerleader. Yea we got all kinds in our group. Karen is a tease that's for sure. It's her job I guess as head cheerleader. Karen managed to get Amy and Sara signed up as cheerleaders for senior year. She tried to get me in on it to but I wasn't having any of that noise. Besides. I'd rather play sports than watch or cheer for them on the side lines, although they wouldn't let me on the football team, I'm still sure I can beat the crap out of any one of them. Finalizing the circle of friends is Amber. The fat chick. Sorry. I mean 'girl with the gland problem' Yea. It's her glands that make her eat 3 Big Macs for lunch. Sure I used to be able to, but that's when I was a giant and needed that amount of food to maintain. Although I wouldn't put one of those things in my mouth. I mean seriously. Have you seen what's in them. They're nothing like the picture in the commercials. Again. Ew! So you're basically up to the point where I'm at in life. Second time around and all that jazz. My plans for tomorrow. A birthday dinner with'mom' and 'dad' and Richard, then the circle of friends are going to the beach. Yea 'Ooo Aaah'. Alcohol, my 18th birthday and we're all going to 'experiment' with it. Yea. I thought that was laughable the first time I was 18. Experiment with alcohol. Come to think of it. My actual last experimentation with alcohol is what got me into this mess. I might just take a pass on the booze. In any case. I'll let you all know how the beach party went. BDSM has enabled me to save my relationship, leave a cycle of domestic abuse and salvage what's left of my heart. My name is Matthew Dixon and I'm a big and tall black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a graduate of the Sprott MBA program at Carleton University, and work for the Canadian Revenue Agency as an auditor. I have one hell of a confession to share with you, folks. You know that guy with anger issues who crosses the line and puts his hands on his woman? That used to be me. I'm ashamed to say that once upon a time, I struck my wife, Sharon Vincent-Dixon, and the mother of our sons Elijah and Marcus, in anger. I had to attend counseling as a result, and although I hated it at the time, it enabled me to see within my own soul, and make the necessary changes. Growing up in the City of Kingston, Jamaica, my family's household was deeply dysfunctional. My parents, Marianne and Jeremiah Dixon used to fight all the time...literally. My mother was the violent one, and she used to absolutely dominate my father. To the point that in my eyes, Pops wasn't even a man. He always let my mother beat on him, and always fled, rather than stand and fight. I swore as a youth that I would never let a woman treat me this way. I saw women as treacherous, deceitful and abusive. I thought all women were like my violent and controlling mother, and when she died of a heart attack in Kingston, even though I was in Canada at the time, I rejoiced. Sadly, my father missed her so much that he became depressed. Good riddance, I thought. I left my old life behind and focused on the future. I graduated with honors from Carleton University, got hired by the Canadian government and began working towards my future. Shortly after I graduated, I met a wonderful woman, Sharon Vincent. Born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father, Jacques Vincent, and a French Canadian mother, Erica Tremblay, Sharon was exotically beautiful. The tall, curvy and caramel-skinned chick with the green eyes, deliciously round butt and angelic face simply took my breath away. A whirlwind romance followed, and we got married. Sharon Vincent and I got hitched, and a year later, our twin sons Elijah and Marcus were born. We bought a house in the Barrhaven suburb of Ottawa. Sharon completed her Master's degree in Nursing at the University of Ottawa, and began working at the Ottawa Hospital's Civic Campus. Just a couple of highly educated and successful immigrants living in our nation's Capital, that's Sharon and I. All was fine for the next ten years, until Sharon and I began having problems. We both work long hours, our sons are growing, and paying the mortgage on our large house certainly added to our stress levels. Sharon changed from the sweet and good-natured woman I married into a mean-spirited, loud-mouthed broad who got critical of my damn near every move. It's like I couldn't do anything right anymore. One night, Sharon and I were arguing, nothing unusual there, when I got MAD and struck her. Man, I'm ashamed to say that I popped my wife and the mother of my sons on her mouth. I struck her like I would strike another man. I was shocked by my actions, as was Sharon. That night, Sharon took our sons and drove off. I sat alone in our bedroom, thinking about what I've done. I lay there, feeling anger and remorse. Seriously, how did it come to this? Sharon and I used to be so passionately in love. We had a good thing going. And then she started becoming a loud-mouthed, controlling bitch...like my mother. My dead mother whom I still hate to this very day. Sharon never pressed charges against me, and returned to the house three days later, with our sons in tow. You must attend counseling or we're through, Sharon said firmly, and I nodded. Gently, Sharon hugged me, and told me that we would get through this. I began attending both one-on-one psychiatric sessions with Dr. Minerva Suleiman, a Lebanese Christian gal with an office in downtown Ottawa, and anger management support group meetings in the east end. I spoke to other men with anger issues. They weren't monsters. Whether black, white or Chinese or whatever, they were normal guys with normal lives. I met cops, grocery store owners, lawyers, and even a church deacon. Normal men whose anger got the best of them, who were trying to be better. That helped a lot, talking to men who'd gone through what I'd gone through. My psychiatrist, Dr. Minerva Suleiman, was a big help. The Lebanese Christian lady told me that a lot of men from conservative cultures carried extra baggage and didn't know how to deal with them. The lady seemed to understand my anger and pain, and told me something in confidence. Mahmoud Alzahrani, the guy the good doctor is now seeing, also has anger issues but she's helping him become better. Learn to trust the woman in your life, Dr. Minerva Suleiman said, and I nodded. I left her office, then went home and had a heart-to-heart talk with my wife Sharon Vincent-Dixon. I sat my lady down and talked to her, about my difficult upbringing, and how watching my violent mother abuse my father made me distrust women. When I finished my story, Sharon wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. I love you Matt, Sharon said, hugging me tightly. I have something else to tell you, I said hesitantly, and Sharon looked at me pensively, then nodded. That last part of my confession was even harder to admit than the rest. Look, there's no easy way to say it, so I am just going to say it. I like watching freaky porn. BDSM porn. And not just any BDSM porn. I like the type where women violently dominate men. I showed Sharon the stuff I kept hidden on my section of our password-protected computer. Oh wow, Sharon said, as I showed her an endless array of videos and pictures of female domination and male submission. Women tying men up and pissing on them. Women fucking men in the ass with strap-on dildos. Women inserting their FISTS inside men's asses. Sharon looked at me, stunned. My wife told me that she was surprised. I sighed deeply, and nodded. Man, sometimes I cover my tracks and my true feelings too well. Well, Sharon had every reason to be surprised. In our relationship, I've always been the dominant one, the alpha male and the decision maker. I felt threatened by female power, yet I was secretly turned on by it. Sharon looked at me, smiled and told me that she would do anything to make me happy. Please dominate me, I whispered, and my darling wife smiled and nodded. That's how it began, ladies and gentlemen. The turning point that saved my marriage to Sharon, and changed our lives. My wife and I began exploring BDSM together. I now realize that all of my anger issues and the violence I felt towards women were just a cover for my true self. I am a submissive, I just hid it under layers of machismo and anger. You are my bitch Matt, my wife Sharon said harshly as she slapped me hard across the face. Smiling wickedly, Sharon grabbed my balls and twisted them. Bring me hell my goddess, I pleaded, and Sharon nodded firmly. My normally shy, meek and obedient wife has gotten in touch with her inner bitch ever since we've started exploring BDSM together, and it really, really turns me on. Sharon really lets me have it during our sessions. Sometimes she ties me up and beats me within an inch of my life with my own belt. Other times, Sharon walks me around the house on a leash, like a damn dog, and makes me do chores for her while on all fours. I feel abased but alive while doing these things for her. My favorite part is when Sharon dons her strap-on dildo, and fucks my ass with it. After greasing me up with lube, Sharon slams her dildo up my ass and fucks me while I'm bound and gagged. My merciless goddess fucks me until I cry, really cry, and I absolutely love it. We always have fun, Sharon and I. sometimes, with Sharon's expressed permission, I flip the script on her. I tie her up, smack her ass, and fuck my sexy lady in all of holes. I absolutely delight in sliding my dick into Sharon's asshole while she's lying on her back, arms and legs bound by restraints. After fucking her silly, I unbind Sharon and kiss her. I love you, Sharon whispers, and we kiss passionately. There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Thanks to my therapy at the hands of Dr. Minerva Suleiman, and the spankings, beatings and strap-on fucking I regularly get from my sweet and deceptively innocent-looking wife Sharon Vincent-Dixon, I am a better man. I don't beat on women anymore. In fact, quite the reverse. I am now very submissive ( but only to my wife, as I am monogamous ) and enjoy games of female domination and male submission. I've always loved female bossiness, I just couldn't admit it to myself. Now that I have, life is much better. BDSM saved my life and my marriage, folks!

Mike was waiting for Abby to get home from work. He wasn't going to let her know how eager he was for her to get home, so he was setting up a spreadsheet he really didn't need. He wasn't able to concentrate on what he was doing, as he was all the time thinking of his wife of three months, and how lucky he was that she was his. He was, in truth, amazed at her. She was 24 years younger than his own 57 years, but she had chosen him. She was beautiful, where he was plain. She was sexy, where he was... 57. She was slender and trim, where he was showing the signs of middle age. But, in spite of all this, she loved him. At last he heard her at the front door, so he pretended more interest in the spreadsheet than he actually had. She came in the front door and closed it behind her. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, as he loved this part of their daily ritual. Before they had met in person, he had told her that he never wanted her to wear panties in the house. So, as soon as she got home, she would close the front door and remove her panties from under her skirt. She would then fold the panties so that the gusset of the panties, which she had soaked in anticipation of once again being with her Lord, was in the top layer of the folded material. She would then carry her folded panties and pass them under Mike's nose so he could smell her arousal. What she didn't know was that most of the time, he could smell her arousal while she was standing by the door. Today, though, Abby had a surprise for her Mike. Instead of approaching him right away, Abby took off the rest of her clothes at the front door. Her arousal increased tenfold beyond what she usually felt for her husband. Her nipples crinkled up hard, and she could feel her pussy lips swell. She could also feel her juices leaking out of her pussy and start to trickle down her thighs. Abby went into the kitchen and poured a glass of fruit juice for her man. She then carried it into him, and rather than touch him or speak to him, she knelt down knees spread wide open beside his office chair, looked only at the floor, and extended her hands with the glass of juice up to her husband. Mike was surprised and delighted! Abby had time and again told him that she loved him, and he believed her, but she had never demonstrated such a submission to him. He thought it was sexy as hell! Once again, as he had every day since before they got married, he renewed his determination to be worthy of such a woman. Mike took the juice out of Abby's hands, and she placed her hands, palms up, on her knees. He thought a few minutes, figuring out where Abby was going with this scenario, what she wanted and what she wanted him to do. He remembered she had called him "master" and "Lord" back when they had only been sending instant messages and e-mails to each other. At the time he had thought nothing of it, but now, considering her actions this day, he thought he knew what she wanted. Mike swiveled the office chair around to where he was facing her on the floor. "Undress me", he commanded her. Abby said, "yes, Lord", and she started taking off his shoes and socks. As soon as his feet were bare, she started massaging his feet just the way she knew he liked. She placed the foot that was not in her hands against her pussy. As she worked over his left foot, she rocked her hips so that his right foot rubbed her clitoris. The scent of Abby in heat rose to fill both their nostrils. Michael quickly became even more erect in his jeans. He wanted to put his cock inside of her more than ever, but he waited for her to finish her pleasing and teasing. She found many sore spots on his foot, particularly on the sole of his foot, and she massaged the sore spots away. She then switched feet and massaged his right foot while she masturbated herself with his left foot. She was becoming more and more turned on, becoming more and more anxious to take her husband and Lord and master within her body, but she waited, dragging the seduction of her man out as long as they could stand it. Abby had her first orgasm from rubbing her clit on Mike's left foot just as she finished her massage of his right foot. She looked up and saw first of all the lump of hardness in her husband's pants, then the mixed look of relief and lust on his face. She raised up on her knees and unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. She moved her hands to his hips, one hand to each side, and started to pull his pants and briefs down his legs. Mike lifted his hips so she could get his pants and underwear off of him. Abby quickly removed Mike's pants, then, still on her knees, she moved closer to the chair and spread Mike's legs wider. Abby looked at Mike's sex. She loved that he had been shaving his pubic hair even before they met. She also loved that his sex was as hairless as her own. Neither of them had to stop during oral sex to deal with unwelcome hairs in their mouths. She took his penis in one hand and his sac in the other. Using very little pressure in her grip she started to rub up and down Mike's cock. When her hand got to the top of her husband's erection, she gave his cock a little twist, then started her hand back down his shaft. While she was rubbing his cock with one hand, she used the other to gently tickle and scratch his balls. Mike started breathing harder because of the pleasure Abby was giving him with her hand job, and Abby was very much aware of the effect she was having on him. "I am close to coming, Miyiri!" 1 "Not yet, Mikunu," 2 and she took her hands away from his erection and sac and rose up to take Mike's tee shirt off of him. As the shirt came off of his head, he was eye to nipple with Abby's breasts. He tipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth and started sucking and lightly biting. Abby yanked the shirt the rest of the way off Mike's body, then put her hands behind Mike's head and pulled him tighter against her breast. Mike used one hand to fondle Abby's free breast and to pinch and roll her nipple. His other hand was busy cupping and rubbing against her pussy. Mike enjoyed the birdsong of Abby's moans and groans as he was nursing on Abby's beautiful breast. He slowly slipped first one, then two fingers inside of her. He turned his hand so that the fingers he had inside of her curled toward her front. He started curling and straitening his fingers inside of her so that they rubbed across her g-spot. Abby nearly came unglued from the sensation coming out of her pussy and down from her nipples. She was so close to coming! She wanted, no NEEDED to come. Just another couple of pulls on her nipples or one more of Mikes finger tips scraping across the super-sensitive spot inside her pussy, and she would melt! Then Mike pulled away from and out of her. Abby whimpered at the sudden lack of stimulation. She was so close, dammit! "Not yet, pet. I haven't given you permission to come. And, you know a slave does not get to come until she gets permission." Abby groaned in frustration, but she started this game, so she would play it through. She dropped back into her kneeling position on the carpet. Her nipples felt like they would pop off of her breasts, and she could feel her lubricating juices dripping out of her pussy onto the carpet. Mike commanded her to stay in position, and he got up and went into their bedroom. He got a bath towel off of the shelves and a tube of KY jelly out of the nightstand drawer. He had a surprise for his Abby this evening. Mike returned to Abby, handed her the towel, and told her to leave it folded in quarters and to put it under her to catch her pussy juices. Abby did as he said, then got back into her kneeling position, with her knees wide apart and her hands palms up on her thighs. Mike told her to change position so that she knelt with her hands and elbows on the floor. When she was in position, he got behind her and pushed his hard cock into her pussy. Both of them thought they'd died and gone to heaven. She finally had his cock filling her up like she wanted, needed. He finally felt her silken heat around his erection. Mike started moving inside of her cunt, and she started lubricating even more. She moaned that it felt so good to have her Lord and master using her as she should be used. She begged for permission to come, and Mike gave her the permission she sought. Her eyes slammed shut as she exploded in an agony of ecstasy. She saw colored lights and flashes of brightness. Then she saw nothing... she had passed out from her orgasm. Mike was a little worried when his Abby collapsed and didn't move. He looked closely at her, and she was still breathing. He left his cock inside of her, as he rubbed her back until she regained consciousness. "Are you all right?" "Oh, yes, Mikunu. That was wonderful! But, you haven't come yet?" "No, pet. Not yet. But, I will." Mike pulled her back up into position and started to slowly move in and out of her cunt. She left her head down on her arms, which were flat on the carpet, feeling too weak at the moment to do anything else. Then she felt Mike rubbing something slick down her butt crack and on her anal opening. "Baby, what are you doing?" she asked. "Be still, Miyiri. You will enjoy this." Mike slowly moved in and out of her and rubbed more KY jelly onto and into her anus. He put one finger inside her ass and twisted it to open her sphincter. He pulled his finger out, squeezed more of the lubricant onto her anus and onto two of his fingers. He then put both fingers into her ass and twisted them around. Despite her anxiety of his fingers being where no one had gone before, the sensations from her pussy and her ass were arousing her once again. Mike pulled his penis from her pussy, used his hands to spread her cheeks and placed the head of his cock on her anus. He told her to relax her anal muscle and slowly pushed forward. He felt her sphincter relax, and the head of his cock popped inside of her. She yipped in surprised and with a little bit of pain. Although, she had to admit to herself, it wasn't as much pain as when she gave up her virginity. He stopped his motion and allowed her to adjust to him being inside of her ass. When he felt her once again relax, he gently pushed inwards again. He would slowly push in an inch and pull out a half inch, then he repeated the process until he was completely buried in her ass. Then he started longer strokes in and out. Mike reached underneath her and started rubbing her clit as he took her in the ass. She was once again moaning and groaning toward another climax, and he felt his own climax swiftly approaching. Abby was getting louder and telling her husband over and over to "fuck my ass. Come in my ass. Shoot your cum inside of me. Please, baby, now! Come in me now!" Between hearing his beautiful wife talking dirty, and feeling her orgasm from the sensations of his being in her ass and his rubbing her clit, and the burning heat inside her ass, Mike felt his own orgasm start. He slammed his hips forward, colliding with Abby's butt, and ground himself against her, vainly trying to drive his cock even deeper inside of her. He felt his cum shooting into her colon, and it felt like he emptied a gallon of semen into her ass. Abby felt Mike's semen enter her, and it felt like his cum was melting her insides. The sensation caused her third orgasm of the evening, even though she hadn't been completely through with her second. This was the hardest she had ever come in her life, and she loved her husband more than ever! Both of them were completely exhausted, and they collapsed onto the carpet. Mike pulled then both over onto their sides so he wouldn't be lying on top of her. He kept his penis inside of her ass as they recovered their senses and their breath. When his cock finally deflated, it slipped out of her. Mike told Abby to get back into her serving kneeling position over the folded towel, and tired as she was, she did so. She would do anything to please her husband, the husband who made her feel so good and so loved and safe and warm. Mike lay down on his side in front of her and watched their combined cum leak out of her ass onto the towel. When the flow slowed to a trickle, he slowly got up and helped her to her feet. They went into the bathroom and showered together. As they soaped each other and cleaned each other, Mike's only regret was that he was nearly 60 years old, and it would take nearly a day for him to be ready to fuck his sexy wife again. They finished their shower and dried each other off, and went to bed. Mike quickly fell asleep as he pulled his sexy, naked wife against him. Abby waited until he was firmly asleep, then quietly got out of bed and went into the kitchen to start their supper. She would wake him and serve him supper in bed. She loved her husband so much it hurt, and she was glad to serve him and happy to love and make love to him. 1 Miyiri: "my wife" in the Twi language of Ghana 2 Mikunu: "my husband" in the Twi language of Ghana CH1 The house is dark, I'm alone...I make one last check of the doors, they are locked. I turn off the kitchen light and head down the dark hall to my room. There is a sound...I stop and listen. Nothing. Perhaps the house settling. I shrug it off and take a step. Then an arm lashes around my waist and a hand is over my mouth. My captor is taller than I for I feel his breath high in my hair. He leans into my ear and whispers, "Not a sound, not even a whimper or you will regret it. Understood?" All I can do is nod and pray I make it out of this alive. I smell the leather gloves, like the leather smell of car upholstery. His hand slides from my mouth to my neck. Gently, he wraps his fingers around my neck as if to emphasize his point, and my vulnerability. I nod again to show I get it. I can almost feel his smile. The hand moves lower to the cleavage of my lace poet shirt I sleep in. He cups my breast, tenderly. My mind is telling me fight and run, my body is telling me let it happen. He squeezes my breast and my pulse quickens. Then he teases my nipple with one finger...it hardens in response. He pinches my nipple and I fight to not cry out. He leans into my neck and kisses it, licking along my collarbone. How can this feel so good? He begins to walk, pulling on my nipple as if leading me. We're headed to my bedroom and I can hear metal clinking in his pocket. My thoughts race wildly. CH 2 When we enter my room, I know that he had to have been in here after I finished my shower. There are four sets of handcuffs, two attached to the posts at the head of the bed and two to the foot posts. I don’t have time to wonder, though, as he throws me to the bed and quickly gets on top of me. He grabs my wrist to cuff it to the bed and I struggle. Big mistake. He catches both wrists in one hand and once more wraps his fingers over my mouth and bends in close. “Do NOT ever fight me,” he hisses. The fury in his eyes is enough to still me. He finishes cuffing my wrists and moves down to cuff my ankles. I’m spread-eagled and bound on my own bed. Then a new fear takes hold as I see the knife in his hand. Oh dear god, please help me! He traces the blade from my chin down my breastbone. I wait for the plunge of the cold steel, crying silently. Instead he slashes open my nightshirt and I release my breath. I can hear a soft chuckle from him as he realizes my relief. “No, I’m not here to kill you…I won’t hurt you if you don’t make me,” he whispers. I feel the blade again as he runs it down my abdomen. He slices through the legs of my panties and pulls them away. I hear the thud of the knife when he tosses it to the carpet. I feel a little more relieved to know it is no longer in his hands. He stands beside the bed and looks down at me. The room is dark with only a little moonlight filtering through the slats of the blinds. I see he has a ski mask, the kind with openings for only the eyes and mouth. He smiles as a victor would smile over his defeated. He reaches down and pulls a pillowcase off of one pillow. He wraps it around my head as a blindfold. CH 3 Now I cannot move, I cannot see so I strain to hear. I can hear my own heartbeat and for a second it is the only sound as it pounds madly in my chest. Then I hear breathing, his and mine. I feel his leather clad hands on my body. Both hands massaging and squeezing my breasts. He teases my nipples so that they are raised to their fullest extent. I fight back a moan of pleasure. I will not let him know that he is affecting me this way. But my body betrays me and he chuckles softly. He continues to play with my breasts with one hand as the other moves lower between my legs. Instinctively I try to close my legs, but the cuffs won’t allow it. I hear his breathing stop for a second as he notices that my pussy is shaved. The bed moves as he climbs between my legs. I feel a hand spread my pussy open. I toss my head, and blush deeply. A strange man touching and looking at me so intimately…dear god! He takes a finger of his free hand and circles my clit lightly. My hips buck involuntarily. A soft laugh, “soon, darling, soon” I blush deeper, torn between embarrassment and want. He continues to circle my clit, I can feel the warmth beginning to emanate from my pussy and I know I’m getting wet. He lightly brushes over my clit and I jump again. He does this a few more times and each time my body reacts. I realize that I am holding my breath, anticipating his next move. Doesn’t work. I jump in surprise as I feel a leather finger slowly inserted in my now dripping pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut in an attempt to deny that I am so turned on and wanting more. CH 4 His finger moves in and out slowly, I can hear my wetness with each stroke. I am trembling, but not from fear. His weight shifts on the bed. Then, help me, I feel his tongue on my clit. Oh it is so wonderful! I fight against desire, but the increasing moisture between my legs is a dead giveaway. He licks at my clit like a cat lapping milk. His finger maintains its slow movements and then he inserts a second finger. I can feel the orgasm beginning. I don’t want to cum, I don’t want him to know that he has that power over me. Doesn’t matter anyway because he abruptly stops. I feel his fingers withdraw and know an emptiness that needs desperately to be filled. The bed moves again and I hear cloth over flesh. He removes his shirt and I hear shoes hit the floor. Then I hear his pants and their curious metal clink join the shoes. He returns between my legs. “You seem to enjoy this,” he taunts. There is no way to deny that. His fingers return to stroking in and out and I feel his tongue again teasing my clit. I try to buck harder against him, to increase the pressure I need to reach climax. But the cuffs won’t give enough to make that possible. Then I feel him lick his tongue up my body, between my breasts, up my neck to my mouth. He kisses me deeply, his tongue dancing on mine as it did my clit. I smell myself on his mask, I taste my essence on his lips. This only inflames me more. Then I am aware of more sensations. His hair brushing against my aching nipples, his hands moving over my ribs, his legs are strong and pin mine effectively, and I can feel the head of his cock gently pressing against my labia. CH 5 I realize that I no longer wish to fight him. I want him. I want him to slide his cock in me and fuck me deep and hard. I want to feel his hands grip my hips and pull me closer to him. I want to feel his cum pour into me. As if he reads my mind, he breaks off the kiss. His mouth dances over my neck and then over my breasts. First licking and nibbling one nipple, then moving to the other. He is moving his hips against mine so that the head of his cock rubs my clit. I let out a low moan, and then become aware that he has stopped. That low chuckle again. Where it was scary and almost irritating before, now it has a sexy, erotic tone to me. “I knew I could make you mine,” he whispers. I know that he has done just that. I know that I will not be calling 911, I know that I could never turn him in for this. This is no longer rape. There is no violence in this act. This is pure passion and desire manifesting in a wonderful, sensual way. I arch my back as an invitation for him to continue. I know he is smiling at my surrender, but I don’t care. He slides back down my body, and again his hands are between my legs. He moves his fingers through my wetness, not completely inserting them again as I wish he would. My head is tossing and I move as much as the cuffs will give, trying to slide his fingers deep into me. It is no good. Once he is finished collecting my juices on his fingers, I feel him press against my asshole. No way! I have never let anyone ever even get close to that! I stiffen my body in protest. “This will feel better if you relax,” he tells me. CH 6 I take a deep breath and force my body to relax. He uses one finger on his other hand to stroke my pussy lips, helping me relax further. I feel kisses on my thighs and he makes a soft shushing sound that I find calming. Again his finger presses against my asshole and the tip of it slides in. I feel my muscles begin to tighten again and again I force myself to relax. He slides more of his finger in, this time I remain relaxed and it is actually feeling good. He shifts position and inserts a finger into my pussy again. He starts licking and sucking on my clit as his fingers piston in and out of both my pussy and my ass. I am loving this, I begin moaning and writhing. I feel my orgasm building deep within me. I pray he doesn’t stop this time. He curls the finger in my pussy so that he is also stroking my G-spot. That’s all it takes. I begin to shake and cum uncontrollably. He doesn’t let up. He continues to finger fuck both of my holes and sucking my clit. I’m crying from sheer ecstasy. I arch off the bed, wave after wave of my orgasm claiming my body. I try not to scream, biting my bottom lip. He slows his motions enough to allow me to breathe. “That was just the warm up, my dear, “ he breathes heavily. CH 7 My mind whirls as I try to understand that he is not finished with me. His weight shifts on the bed again. He moves out from between my legs and is beside me. The bed bounces with his motions and my breasts do too. I get the keen sense that he enjoys watching that. I feel his legs move against my ribs. Then I feel something warm and wet beside my face. He grasps my head and turns it towards him. I realize that he is positioning us so that I can suck his cock which is already dripping pre cum. I stick out my tongue to catch it and find the taste arousing. He moans as he watches this. I open my mouth and he slides his cock in. It is large and thick. My jaw aches as I am forced to open it wider. He holds the back of my head so that it is up enough to be comfortable. He starts to thrust his hips and pull on my head. I moan around his cock. I feel myself getting warm and wet again. “That’s right, baby, suck my cock like that,” he almost growls. He uses his free hand to stroke my cheek, my neck, and back to my breasts. I swirl my tongue over the head of his cock. I know he likes that by the way he sucks in his breath sharply. I feel his balls against my cheek with each inward thrust. They are warm and feel heavy. He thrusts faster, deeper… almost causing me to gag. He pinches my nipple hard as if that will stop his pending orgasm. His cock in my mouth stifles my scream. He stops thrusting and pulls his cock out. “Damnit, you’re good…almost too good. I don’t want to cum yet though.” His breathing is rapid and heavy. I smile inwardly, happy that I can have the same effect on him as he had on me earlier.

My wife started a new job at a firm selling optical equipment about 18 months ago. She was working with the sales team as a sort of account manager. It was a small company and as such everyone quickly got to know everyone else. The owner was a guy called Chris Tyler, mid 40's so about 10 years older than my wife's 35. He was a big bloke, well over six foot and had the personality to match. she had been there about six months when we had a night out with everyone from the company to celebrate a big contract or something. It was only in the local pub, a buffet and free drinks but it was a nice gesture. As the night wore on, I could see that one of the other women, Michelle, seemed to be looking for the chance to talk to me without Jane, my wife, hearing her. I just thought that she must know me from somewhere or something like that. Eventually, while Jane was chatting to someone else, she cornered me and what she had to say was quite a surprise! She told me that Jane had just started having an affair with Chris, the boss. She was sure of this because she had only recently finished an affair with him. He'd told her that he wasn't going to be seeing her anymore as people were beginning to talk and had immediately turned his attentions to Jane. She said that Chris seemed to think that he had a right to fuck all the women that worked for him and was notorious for only employing women of a certain type. "Look around." She said "Most of the women here are dark haired, medium height, busty and curvy. It's what he likes." Jane is certainly that. About 5'4", size 12, 34DD, shoulder length dark hair. Michelle was very similar and looking about I doubted any of the women were less than a generous 'C'. They were all very alike. Mandy seemed quite bitter as she told me her story. She had been there for about 18 months when Chris had started taking an interest in her, getting her more involved in meeting clients, finding a couple of little projects to do together. "He's quite the charmer you know, very hard to resist when he turns his attention to you. I held out for about a month before he fucked me. He told me that most give in much quicker. I succumbed on an overnight trip to Cardiff. We had dinner with the clients and went back to the hotel. He poured a bottle of champagne into me as he flattered me about my part in securing the contract and by the time we left the bar we both knew that the only question was which room we would be going back to. His was closer so he just opened the door and pushed me inside and that was it, he was all over me and even if I had wanted to stop him fucking me I don't think I could have." I was slightly speechless, not least by her using the word 'fuck', I would have thought she would be a bit more delicate but no, she was quite graphic, no doubt helped by the wine she had consumed. "Sounds like he almost raped you." I said "God no." she said "I wanted it as much as he did, and it was great. It helps that he has a cock like a baseball bat, definitely the biggest I have ever had. He fucked me half the night and again in the morning, I couldn't get enough. He told me he'd set something up for the following week, which he did. He invited me to a meeting on Tuesday afternoon with a potential client. It was all bullshit; the afternoon meetings are at his flat and all you see is the ceiling or the pillow depending what position he wanted to fuck you in. Jane was home late yesterday wasn't she as she was going to a meeting with Chris?" I nodded dumbly. "Bet she was tired when she got home, he's pretty demanding." I had to concede that yes, she had dozed off watching the TV that night. "I spoke to her about it you know, warned her what he was like, that he was just using her before moving on to someone new. Do you know what she said? It's just sex, nobody is getting hurt and as long as my husband doesn't find out then there is nothing to worry about. Told me to mind my own business. So, I thought I'd tell you what your wife is really like. Seems only fair." With that she drained her glass, picked up her handbag and walked out leaving me with a very painful erection! Let me explain. My wife Jane was born here but grew up in Australia as her family moved there when she was younger. She found it difficult being the small dark girl in a land of tall blondes and there was only one thing that got her accepted by her peers. Sex. She lost her virginity to a local lad who took her out into the bush on his motorbike. Once they were miles from anywhere, he made her strip for him before he fucked her, telling her that if she refused, he would leave her to walk home. Very romantic! He fucked her for a few weeks before moving on to someone else, at which point one of his friends took his place. He turned up on his bike, they rode out into the bush, he fucked her then they rode home again. There wasn't much more to their 'date' than that. That carried on for a few years as she was passed around the guys in her neighbourhood. She had her first threesome with two brothers after one of them took her home and his brother, without asking, just joined them in the bedroom. Just about every 'date' ended up with her fucking or sucking the guy, she said that was just what girls were expected to do. She was one of the girls that always got invited to parties as everyone knew that she would fuck a few guys over the course of the evening. She was never gangbanged as such but did admit to having 'four or five' a couple of times. Her best friend, Karen, was the gangbang queen and usually had every guy at the party. She would get drunk and then drag a cute guy into a bedroom, which was then the cue for the others to form a line. Jane was never that bad but as she said, once you know something like that is going on the atmosphere changes and soon everyone guy expects you to do what he wants. Eventually she met and married someone and stayed with him for a few years before splitting up, at which point she came back to the UK and we got together, marrying when she was 28. She told me lots of tales about those years, mainly to demonstrate how unhappy she had been, but to be honest they just turned me on. Every time I saw a picture of her from that period, I got a hard-on imagining how she had been used and I'd often enjoy a quiet wank thinking about her being spit roasted on the beach. Our own sex life was fine as far as I could tell but I guess when you have had that much you might think anything a bit tame. I had hinted about being more adventurous, but she said that it was all behind her now. However, it seems that seven years later she had changed her mind! As the party broke up, I kept a close eye on her and was rewarded by a glimpse of Chris giving her arse a very firm grope as she pretended not to notice. That was enough to send me into overdrive and my hands were all over her in the taxi home. She had on a long thin summer dress, buttons all the way down the front and only her undies beneath it. As she locked the front door behind us my hands were under the dress pulling her pants down and I soon had her on her back on the sofa, skirt around her waist as I shuffled my trousers down and cock out like an eager teenager. She was as wet as I was hard, and I was balls deep inside her in seconds. Neither of us lasted long and some frantic shafting of her hot hole had us both cumming to a memorable orgasm. Round two was in bed and as I moved her into the doggy position I wondered if she was thinking about Chris as I fucked her. The next few months settled down much as Michelle had predicted. There were meetings a couple of times per week that she had to attend, mainly late afternoon or early evening and there were also some overnight stays required. She was very plausible in her excuses and the meetings always sounded very important to the company and I congratulated her on how well she was doing. I know now that she did not suspect that I knew exactly what was going on. It became a very horny game for me, and I loved knowing that she was going out in the morning to work expecting to be fucking Chris before she came home. Often, she would come in after an afternoon'meeting' and go straight to the shower. When she did, I'd be straight into the dirty linen basked and would enjoy a fast wank with the panties she had had on, smelling of her juice and his spunk, wrapped around my cock. I encouraged her to wear stockings after I found her in a pair. "Tights are too hot" she had said. I thought that it was more likely that Chris liked them (as did I) so I bought her a few nice pairs, happy to fuck her in them knowing that Chris would be doing the same at some point. I went a step further and bought her a slutty body stocking with the crotch cut out and also holes for her nipples to poke through. I fucked her in it at the weekend before an overnight conference in Bath and sure enough it was missing when she went away only to reappear in the laundry basket on her return. She was back in it riding on top of me a couple of days later and I enjoyed thinking about how Chris must have liked it. Our sex life took a distinct upturn during this period, she was always enthusiastic but now only the slightest touch from me had her offering herself. It was almost as if she was making sure I was satisfied so that I would not be suspicious of her. I used it to my advantage of course and enjoyed more of the things that we used to do occasionally, like cumming in her mouth when she sucked me. I always loved to tie her up and had bought a brass bedstead just for that purpose. She was never as keen but while Chris was fucking her she never complained when I pulled out the ties and fastened them to her wrists. I even used her brown hole a few times, something that she has never been keen on. Best of all was when I persuaded her - not that it took much persuading - to shave off her usually trimmed pubic hair leaving her smooth and oh so sexy. I enjoyed licking her to a multiple orgasm, her stocking clad legs wrapped around my head and her finger twisting and pulling her big nipples. As her orgasm subsided, I moved up her body until I was straddling her chest and roughly fucked her big tits until I exploded over her face and neck. That was the night before a 'conference' in Manchester. On her return she looked totally exhausted and I guessed that Chris had been as enthusiastic as I was about her hot bald cunt. During this period, she dressed better, taking far more care - she needed to for her job she said - making sure her hair and nails were always perfect. She ditched the simple M&S knickers and plain bras for matching sets in lace and satin, always the skimpiest she could get away with and the lowest cut. She lost weight and seemed more toned, her big tits were proudly out in front and there was a distinct spring to her step. In short, she bloomed, and I loved it. However, as expected, it didn't last. It happened quite suddenly. One Monday she came home with noticeably less sparkle and was quiet all evening. I asked about plans for the week and she said that there was nothing planned, she would be home at normal time. She said that they had changed her role slightly and that she would be more office based in the future, she wasn't happy but that there wasn't a lot she could do. I left it until Friday night before sitting her down over a bottle of wine and telling her that I knew what was wrong. "Jane, you have been having an affair with Chris Tyler haven't you, and he has ended it as he wants to move on to someone else." She looked totally shocked and immediately started to deny it. I held my hand up and said "Save your breath. Michelle told me ages ago what was going on as he dumped her for you. All the afternoon meetings and nights away are just an excuse. She said she had spoken to you about it and you told her to mind her own business." I let her carry on for a bit about how Michelle was lying, how she had done nothing wrong, what she would do to Michelle etc before getting to what I really wanted to say. "Jane don't waste your breath. We both know it's true. I could have stopped it ages ago but I didn't see any reason to stop you having some fun, particularly when I was sure it wouldn't last. If it had carried on for another couple of months, then I might have been worried, but Michelle said it would last three or four months and no more. She was right. Tell me one thing though. Do you love him?" She looked even more shocked by this question. "No no no no...not at all. I love you, honestly, I could never love him." I then asked the obvious question. "So why did you start seeing him? Am I not enough for you? Is there something wrong with the way I make love to you?" "No, nothing like that. Honestly, it's nothing you have done or not done. It was just the way he pursued me; it was relentless. He made it so clear that he wanted to sleep with me, almost nagging me until I gave in. I won't lie, it felt really exciting to have him pestering me like that, made me feel so wanted. He was bigger and older too, it somehow reminded me of being young again with the older boys chasing me. I finally gave in and I thought that once would be ok, he'd leave me alone and you would never find out but once we had done it he started telling me when the next time would be and I just went along with it, just got carried away. I knew it wouldn't last but it was just a shock when he said that he thought we should stop before we got found out. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, I really love you it was just something that just happened without me thinking about it." "You told Michelle it was just sex." "Yes, that was all it was. Just sex." "So, you can have sex with another man while still loving me?" She nodded. "That's good because if you want my forgiveness then there is something you are going to have to do for me that will prove that it was 'just sex' and nothing else." She looked wide eyed and wary as I looked her straight in the eyes and said "I have always wanted to see you have sex with another man. I want to see you being kissed, stripped, licked, and fucked. I want to see you cum as a big cock fucks you. I want to see you take it in every position until you are both exhausted. I know you had a lot of men before me and now you have had Chris so it seems to me that you shouldn't refuse. I'm going out for an hour now to give you time to think about it. If you don't agree then I expect you to have a bag packed for when I get back because I won't be able to believe that what happened between you and Chris was 'Just sex'". She looked in total shock as I picked up my jacket and closed the door behind me as I headed off to the pub for a pint. I was 99% sure she would agree but nothing in life is certain. I let myself back into the house after an hour and she was nowhere to be seen. I was worried that I had overplayed my hand and that she had actually gone when I walked upstairs and into our bedroom. The lights were off, but she was illuminated by a host of candles and there was a smell of perfume in the air. She was sitting up on the bed, the duvet in a pile in the corner. She was drinking a glass of wine and was naked apart from a pair of hold up stockings. Her sex toys were on the bedside table and the velvet ropes that I used when I tied her were in place. She looked up and me and smiled. "I'll do it. I'll do anything you want me to. If you want to watch me with another man, then I'll do it. I have probably had around 100 men so far and I have ben watched before so why not. It's just sex. What we have is different and if I have to prove it to you then I will. I'm sorry about Chris and I'm sorry about lying to you and I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. Starting tonight." With that she put down the wine and picked up her largest toy. Spreading her legs she began to run it up and down the lips of her cunt. "Hurry up and get undressed or I'll have to start without you" For the next few hours, I used her every way I wanted. I fucked her cunt, I fucked her arse, fucked her tits with little or no interest in her feelings or pleasure. In between times I made her finger her cunt or fuck herself with one of her toys as she told me about her time with Chris. She agreed with Michelle that he did indeed have a very big cock and admitted that it was one of the attractions. The first time he fucked her was at the flat after a very liquid lunch. He was obviously quite used to women doing as he wanted and didn't really say much more than 'Do you fancy another drink' as he walked her from the restaurant to his flat. Once inside he was all over her and pulled her down onto the sofa. She knew once she went into the flat that she was going to let him fuck her and insisted that in her head it was going to be once and once only. On the sofa he soon had her blouse and bra off and was enjoying her big tits. She opened his trousers and, as she said, 'out popped this monster'. He just lay back and let her play with it and eventually she was kneeling between his legs wanking it and sucking as much into her mouth as would fit. She wrapped her tits around it and wanked him like that for a bit before he got to his feet and held her head tight and fucked her mouth until he came. She said that she tried to swallow it all but there was so much it was running down her face by the time he finished spurting. Then it was into the bedroom for some full-on fucking, ending with her legs pinned back over her shoulders and his cock banging against her cervix as he came in her twice more. Did you cum I asked? "God yes, I think I came the first time he got that monster all the way inside me. You have no idea how that feels, it's so exciting to be filled so completely. After two or three strokes I was a babbling wreck and any thought that this was a one off was long gone. I knew I wouldn't be able to refuse him and that he could have me anytime he wanted." A little later I had her tied with the velvet ropes, arms spread wide in helpless surrender as I slowly fucked her. It was then I asked her the question that had been nagging me since she told me that she had agreed to go to Chris's flat with him knowing they would fuck. "Jane, tell me something. Tell me the truth, I'm not going to be annoyed. You went to his flat knowing you were going to fuck. Is that the first time you have done that or have there been others?" There was a look of hesitancy in her eyes, so I leaned back and pinched her nipples hard as my cock ground deep into her slippery cunt. "Tell me." She shook her head and bit her lip, either from the pain in her nipples or regret. Who knows? I didn't care either way. "There have been two more. Not like Chris though. Once with a young black lad after I'd been out drinking with some of the girls. We were all dancing and this lad said I needed some air and took me outside. We started kissing and he didn't try grabbing my tits like most men, he just pushed his hands up my skirt until it was around my waist and then ripped the side of my thong so it fell down my leg. Next thing I know his trousers are open and his knob is forcing its way inside me. I was pretty drunk, and he took advantage, I guess. It's been a long time since I was fucked against the wall in the pub car park." "And the other one?" "Remember that last year we had the new carpets fitted upstairs and I stayed home while he did it? Well it was really hot that week and you know that the heat always makes me horny. I hadn't had time to put a bra on before he got there as I was in the shower when he rang the bell, so I was just in a vest top and some loose shorts. He was very chatty plus he was cheeky and confident, lots of sexual innuendo, almost everything he said seemed to come back to sex. He kept looking at me, staring at my tits. I should have been annoyed, or at least put a bra on, but I don't know, it just made me even more horny so I started teasing him, bending over so he could see down my top and spreading my legs so my shorts pulled tight against my pussy. Eventually I was helping him move some things in the bedroom and we sort of bumped into each other and that was it, he pulled me down onto the bed and I just let him pull my top and shorts off and do what he wanted. Once he had finished, he told me that he knew it was only a matter of time before he fucked me and that he'd made many a housewives fantasy come true" "Jane, he was there for two days." She nodded. "Yes, I know. You went to work, and I was only in my tiny silk robe when he arrived. He pushed me up the stairs and onto the bed saying, 'I know what you want' and I did, I'd been thinking about him all night. He wouldn't even let me put the robe on after, he made me walk around naked all day so he could feel me up whenever he wanted. He fucked me at lunchtime and had me again later after he had tidied up and we were waiting for you to come home." "I remember that well. I gave him £20 for a drink! Once we had sorted everything out, we both had a shower and a beer and ended up fucking in our smart new bedroom." By now my cock was pumping urgently and I was close to cuming "I know." She gasped; her orgasm close. "I got it four times that day. I loveeedddd iiiiiiittttttt..." Her last words were forced out as her orgasm broke over her and my frantic shafting of her cheating cunt had me hovering on the edge as I looked around the room, thinking of the carpet fitter fucking the dirty bitch on this very bed. I stared down at her. Tied and orgasmic, telling me that she had done some of the things I had been fantasising about her doing, I knew in that instant that I could not love her more. I scooped her legs up so they were pinned back by my arms and pounded her so hard I thought my cock would break. I punctuated each of my next words with I powerful thrust of my cock. "That.Won't.Be.The.Last.Time." Unleashing what felt like torrents of boing spunk deep inside her as I said 'time'. Later, curled up together in the afterglow of amazing sex and wrapped in a bubble of love, I told her that she was free to have sex with anyone she wanted, provided she told me about it. I suggested that she tell Chris Tyler that she needed his cock and that he could have her whenever he chose and that thirdly, I would be looking for a guy with a big cock to fuck her while I watched as soon as possible. All she could do in response was nod and grind her sexy arse against my cock. Two weeks later we are sitting in the bar of the Avon Gorge Hotel in Clifton in Bristol. She is in a short sexy dress, hold up stockings, matching lace bra and panties, hair and nails perfectly done, red lipstick and dark make up. She looked amazing, both beautiful and erotic. Sitting opposite her, alternating between gazing into her eyes and at her tits as they bulged out of her low-cut top was Simon, an account manager for a telematics company. He was handsome, charming, and successful. He also was possessed of a very large cock. Once we had drank the bottle of champagne he bought we went up to our room and with mounting excitement and haste from him and Jane they were soon naked (apart from her hold-ups) on the bed, locked into a 69, her slurping on his huge cock as he licked her newly waxed cunt. Looking up from his task he looked at me, sitting in the chair watching, cock in hand. "How do you want me to fuck her first? On her back? Doggy? Her on top? Spoons? You choose the first. After that I'm going to shag this dirty bitch any way I want." He had her on top at my direction so that I could see his thick cock as it split her cunt lips and disappeared inside her. We found him through a contact website and had a few emails then a 'zoom' call before agreeing to meet him. He was perfect for our first time. Super confident and very experienced, made her cum time and time again before leaving in the morning with a cheerful smile. It was a great experience, we both loved it. She was my own private porn star and she was getting fucked by a big cock until her eyes rolled back in her head and she was weak from the orgasms. That was a year ago and not everyone has been as successful. Some guys think they can do it but are just too nervous. Never mind, of the dozen or so that we have decided to meet only a couple have been poor and a couple - like Simon - have been outstanding. He has become a good friend and a regular fuck. He has a nice house in a quiet location outside Bristol and we went to a'special' barbeque there last summer. It was'special' mainly because he invited couples who's wives he'd fucked plus some of his horny friends. It was a hot day and as he had a pool everyone wanted a swim. That was to be expected but house rules forbad swimming costumes so once the drink had been flowing for a few hours most of the guests were naked. He then set the standard by fucking a beautiful young Lithuanian girl as we stood and watched, and the party quickly turned into an orgy. I fucked a couple, including the Lithuanian girl, but Jane seemed to have a different man between her legs whenever I looked at her. She's not sure how many she had but she is adamant that we are going again next year! Back at work she spoke to Chris, told him that I knew what had been going on and didn't mind and was happy for them to carry on. He didn't believe her, so she brought him home with her after work and I got to watch her taking his'monster' for a couple of hours. He is still fucking his way through the workforce but finds time for her every couple of weeks, mainly when she begs him! Looking back, I'm so glad I went to that little party and got cornered by Michelle. I doubt it worked out the way she expected. She was probably hoping I'd cause a scene and at some point, she would get back with Chris. Instead Jane and I have discovered a mutually satisfying hobby. It's not a lifestyle that suits everybody but at the moment I wouldn't have it any other way.

I was in a state of unexpected excitement tempered with apprehension about having fallen into this situation. There was guilt too. We were in the back seat of a co-worker's car on the way to a Friday night staff bowling outing. Dorothy's head was cradled in my arm and we were kissing. Her arms were around me and my other arm and hand couldn't decide whether to pull her closer to me, move to her lovely rounded hip, or chance caressing the side of her breast. Our legs were beginning to intertwine and my hand moved instinctively to her hip to coax her upper leg further over mine so that our thighs and groins would be closer. I could hear the swish and rustle of her dress and stockings as her body shifted. Her arms tightened around me and she hummed a muted groan of hesitant pleasure. My hand then began caressing upward over her soft, round hip toward her breast. I couldn't remember when I had been so aroused or excited. We each were breathing more heavily than our physical exertion would merit. I never had been in this situation before, hadn't planned for it, and certainly hadn't expected it. I sensed that it was a new and unexpected surprise for Dorothy as well. I was a bank management trainee in my mid twenties - just a couple of years out of college. It was a two year program and my first six months assignment was as a teller at the branch where Dorothy was an assistant manager. The staff of twenty or so was loosely cohesive. Good teamwork and mutual respect with selective outside social contact - one or two management sponsored staff outings each year and occasional sub-group get-togethers. I was a terrible teller - slow in spite of my best efforts and rarely able to balance my till at end of day. But someone would always pitch in and help me get the debits and credits in the right columns. Thank heavens being a teller was not what I was ultimately training for. Dorothy had been with the bank over ten years and was thirtyish. As assistant manager she split her time between the customer service platform and the "back office" where the day's transactions were accounted for. She was petite (but not thin), very attractive, outgoing, personable, quick-witted, and knew the branch operations and customers like the back of her hand. She had an active sense of humor but her eye was always on the ball. She knew what had to be done and who would do it. She seemed always to be in motion and always in control. No one questioned her authority, and few people questioned her knowledge or opinion - including the branch manager. I had developed a fairly strong but secret attraction to her. Kind of a fantasy. I guess it started with her legs - they were stunning - and I have always been a leg man. Dorothy also had an attractive way of walking. She was vivacious, unpretentious, had a pretty face, lovely hair and, as best I could tell in her business clothes, an attractive figure. Dorothy had done nothing to encourage my fantasy. She was always pleasant, occasionally cutely familiar or personal, but usually businesslike toward me. So why this strong attraction? Just natural I guess - pleasant personality, attractive and great legs. At that age fantasies floated in and out of my head every day. I thought I understood my attraction to her, but her attraction to me on this evening's occasion was less explainable - unless you believe in the accident of chemistry, pheromones, and the primal energies that pass inexplicably between people. Dorothy had invited me to be her partner in a bowling outing with a group of staff members - staff only (no spouses). I assumed Dorothy's invitation was simply a friendly and hospitable gesture toward a guest-trainee on the part of a member of management. Bob, the branch head teller; Jan, an attractive and competent commercial teller; and Dorothy said they would pick me up after supper. Jan and Dorothy were close friends. It was a Friday night but my wife, Constance, and I had nothing planned, and Constance and I agreed that my participation in branch social activities would be good "career manners". When I heard Bob honk his car horn I gave Constance our usual goodbye peck on the cheek and told her I had no idea how late I might be. I joined Dorothy in the back seat of Bob's car. Jan was in front with Bob - an unexpected arrangement. I would have thought the two women would sit in back while I rode in front with Bob. Friendly "Hi's" were exchanged and Bob began to drive off. Jan wasn't sitting next to her door in the front seat but rather was sitting close to Bob. I didn't know quite what to make of that. Both were married - but not to each other. Dorothy's husband was a pharmacist and owned his own drugstore where he likely was working that night. Finally I surmised that Dorothy and I were sitting in the back seat so that Jan could sit next to Bob. 'Oh well!' I thought to myself, 'It's their business.' During the light conversation we began to exchange I became more ‘aware' of Dorothy sitting beside me - kind of a feeling of her kinetic energy or, perhaps, her emotional presence. She was sitting in the middle of her half of the back seat rather than against her door and I was sitting in my half. The soft fragrance of her perfume reminded me of our closeness. Of course I noticed her legs were crossed and looked incredible. Her hand was resting on the seat between us. As our chatting continued, and without looking directly at Dorothy, I placed my hand on the seat between us as well to brace myself from leaning when Bob went around corners. Shortly I sensed how near my hand was to hers and was puzzled by the strong feeling of ‘relationship' her presence was giving me. I concluded I was probably teasing myself - another piece of my fanciful fantasy. What was I thinking? Dorothy was one of the branch management team! Actually, she was one of the people to whom my boss reported! Although very friendly, she had always behaved properly; and, in spite of the unexpected seating arrangement and the fact that she had asked me to be her bowling partner, she had said or done nothing since I had gotten into the car to change that view. My upbringing was puritanical. Even though Constance' and my marital relationship was becoming more business-like and less romantic, I hadn't seriously flirted with nor been with another woman since we had married. Did I think that anything could possibly generate between Dorothy and me?. Not likely. Did I want it to? Of course not. This was just a night out bowling with the gang. Right? Was I really teasing myself? Why? Or was a more basic, imperceptible, exchange of pherimones affecting my thoughts and urges? I wasn't just teasing myself, I was confusing myself. When Bob turned a corner our bodies shifted and, while bracing herself, Dorothy's hand touched mine. I was startled in spite of my fantasy. Then I did something which felt very daring - I left my hand where it was - touching hers! My anxiety mounted when, to my amazement, she didn't move her hand either. Two of her fingers, which were over-lapping mine, seemed to press down lightly! I became flush with the surge of a strong, deep aching I hadn't felt since I was a teenager. It was then that I put my hand over hers and gently squeezed. I knew the moment I had done it that it was a potential disaster; but to my surprise and utter relief, she turned her palm up and squeezed back. We looked at each other for a moment and then went on with the four-way conversation - but we continued to hold hands! A few minutes later the chatting trailed off. We looked questioningly at each other and our heads moved hesitantly closer, cocked to the side, lips coming near. Slowly... but suddenly! we were kissing. It seemed to be the most exciting kiss I could ever remember. As naive as I felt, it wasn't only exciting, it was scary. When our lips first lightly touched they were closed and pursed. But strong feelings were surging through me - my lips relaxed and my tongue poked through to touch Dorothy's lips. Her lips softened and let me enter and our tongues met in their first sensual dance. I knew the ride to the bowling alley wouldn't last forever but, at the moment, time for us had stopped. When I cupped the side of her breast Dorothy broke our kiss for a moment, uttered a soft sigh, looked at me with apprehension and then warmth in her eyes, and brought her lips back to mine. Our lips were moist and caressing and the tips of our tongues were merged in a continuing slow dance. We hadn't said a word to each other - only occasional sighs and muted moans. No sweet nothings. No endearments - just an occasional nibble of an ear lobe, a nuzzle in her neck, and a long engagement of luscious kissing and body melding. My brash caress of her breast, and Dorothy's warm acceptance, seemed a portend that we each might wish for something more than simple hugs and kisses. When Bob turned into the parking lot of the bowling alley my hand was caressing Dorothy's soft breast. Her hand was over mine encouraging my gentle massage. Our leg entwinement had inched her skirt up and the smooth, white skin above her stockings looked like heaven on earth. The lush softness I sensed through her bra and dress, the lure of her beautiful thigh and the exciting sweetness in our kisses were filling me with incredible desire. Also incredible was the enormous tent in the front of my slacks. I was in a state of divine lust. As Bob nosed the car into a parking space between two large vans Dorothy and I began to disentangle. She caressed my cheek, looked warmly into my eyes, and gave me a gentle parting kiss, our lips brushing softly. In the first words we had spoken since our first kiss she whispered, "I guess we have to go in...." With a hand gently cupping her cheek I returned the sweet kiss and sighed, "Mm hmm... I'd rather not...." "Uhhn, Aaalex... me toooo." Our lips lingered together for a few more moments of wishful rapture. The softness and gentleness of these parting kisses and caresses seemed very special - they seemed to carry messages of newfound affection and intimate hopes. Out of the corner of my eye I sensed Jan looking back at us. Then, confirming my suspicion, she and Bob merged together in a more affectionate activity than was possible while Bob was driving; assuming, I supposed, that Dorothy and I might not be quite ready to part company. A moment later they disappeared below the seat back sighing and giggling. We had arrived early and there seemed to be no hurry about going into the bowling alley. Dorothy's dress and stockings rustled as we rearranged ourselves to engage in a bit more of the wonderful kissing. I looked down at her legs. They truly were beautiful; dainty feet, trim ankles, well-formed curving calves, elegantly sculpted, feminine knees with a touch of rounded softness on their insides, and thighs, which I had never seen before, that flared to full and compelling feminine softness before they disappeared under her raised skirt. There I visualized them flowing into the very feminine curve of hip. I could see the garter I had brushed over earlier and the top of the stocking it suspended. The bit of skin I could see above the stocking was smooth and creamy. I couldn't seem to resist - her modesty was in control, but just as she grasped her skirt hem to tug it down, I softly caressed her thigh and daringly bent down to kiss that alluring bit of flesh. The faint aroma of her freshly bathed body was feminine, earthy and tantalizing. I had a momentary pang of misgiving, suddenly afraid I had been too brash, but rather than the reproachment I feared, she let out a quiet, moaning sigh, encouragingly raised the skirt just a bit more and let go the hem to caress my head in her lap and hold my lips on her leg while I continued to kiss and nuzzle. Her gesture thrilled me. When I straightened up she again touched my cheek and kissed me. "You're a devil," she whispered. "A sweet devil." I murmured, "So feminine... so very beautiful... I couldn't..." "Resist?" She finished my thought, kissing me softly. "Mm hmm." Her voice was whispery, "Your touch... and your kisses... were very tender. Your lips felt nice on my leg." Our eyes locked in a warm embrace, and she sighed breathily on my lips, "I think my stockings may be... a little twisted and," indicating with her eyes, "since those two seem to be... a little busy," another soft touching of lips, "I think I'll snug them up... just a bit." With her eyes still holding mine she delayed pulling her skirt down and, instead, with slow, sensual grace, raised her skirt still higher and extended a stunning leg across my lap. In a low, soft voice she said, "Do you mind...?" "Your legs... and thighs are beautiful. I couldn't possibly mind." I nearly swooned in ecstacy at the beauty laying so close to the bulge in my slacks. It was clear that Dorothy could have adjusted her stockings without the use of my lap. She was sweetly tempting and teasing us both with the revealing display of her thighs and this beautifully sensual, feminine ceremony. Her lovely face with half-lidded, smoldering eyes and slightly parted, relaxed, soft lips bathed me in a golden glow of sensual affection. We both were intensely aroused and so focused on each other that we seemed alone. Bob and Jan continued to be otherwise occupied up front and soft music was playing on the radio. A soft, luscious kiss and then, "I'll just be... a minute." In slow, graceful movements - her leg languidly bending and stretching to accommodate the ceremony, and her hands and fingers moving with feminine grace - she unfastened first the front garter and then the under-side garter on the lovely leg, slowly stroked up the calf and thigh, snugged the stocking, and finally, carefully refastened each garter. She paused to lushly kiss me and stroke my cheek. She then placed the second leg next to the first in my lap, whispering, "I'm feeling so warm... and..." and kissed me again. I impulsively stroked the newly snugged calf and knee and whispered on her lips, "... And?" "... You know..." "Mm hmm... me too... so much." By now her skirt was nearly to her hips. She didn't seem to care that her panties were peeking out where they covered her puffy Venus Mound and the vee between her sweet thighs. While she released the garters and stroked the second calf and thigh I caressed and hugged the first thigh close to me and leaned over to brush her cheek with my lips. I murmured on her cheek, "Your legs are lovely.... And your thighs,... so smooth and soft and feminine." She turned her head and abandoned the second leg to caress my cheek while we kissed - each of us breathing heavily in sexual excitement - eyes exchanging warm messages and confessions of consuming desire. Through kissing lips she sighed, "Thank you, Sweetheart." Her endearment thrilled me. I sighed on her lips, "You're so very lovely... and I... I'm feeling like I...." My hugging hands found the warm skin of her upper thigh above her stocking top. She stroked my hugging arms with affectionate approval and kissed me softly sighing, "Mmmmmm... I think I know..." She made no move to limit my caresses, but rather encouraged me with an affectionate smile and a languid nestling of that leg closer to accommodate my sensual stroking massage of her beautiful thigh. Another soft, warm kiss on my cheek, "Your hands on me feel loving." Soft lips touched and whispered, "Are my stockings... and legs... and things... alright?" Her hands now were stroking both of my amorous arms, encouraging them in their sensual adventures. "Mmmmmm,... so lovely,... so very feminine." My hands caressed the soft, smooth, naked warmth. I was nearly breathless, "I love your legs... and your sweet thighs." Her beautiful display and this wonderful stroking aroused me so that my erection was straining in its confinement, and I felt a vague tingle deep in the base of my scrotum. I kissed her softly and wondered if she could feel my stiff penis poking into the underside of the thigh I was feeling and hugging so close. She sighed in my ear, "You're making me want to...." I kissed her cheek, "Want to what, Lovely Creature?" "Uhhmm,... I can't tell you." Our senses of each other were becoming deeply sensual. My hands continued to love her luscious thigh and stroked up under her skirt, over her hip and across her feminine tummy. While I caressed, Dorothy distractedly returned to the second stocking. Her movements were graceful and had become deeply alluring - almost sexual. The sense of compelling desire and warm affection intensified through my body and caught in my throat. I bent to kiss the sweet, white, baby smooth skin I had been caressing near the "V" of her panties. She moved the leg furthest from me slightly to make room for my lips to linger high in the warmth of her lovely inner tenderness. I moaned quietly as my hand stroked higher to caress the warm, soft skin and cradle the thigh to hold it to my lips. I kissed a trail of loving touches on the baby softness that hugged close to protect her Special Place and couldn't resist a brief caress of her Venus Mound. I heard her faintly sigh my name when my lips followed my caress and edged thrillingly close to her love center. She whined in sensual urgency and coaxed me to rearrange myself so that she could move one leg behind me against the seat back. I now was between her lovely legs. Affectionate lust surged in me when she opened her thighs sweetly in welcoming display of her beautiful femininity. I now was almost laying down between her legs, brushing her naked, soft thighs with my cheeks, and lightly kissing my way toward her mons. My cheek briefly nudged her center of love. The fragrance of her aroused womanhood lured me. For a moment she hugged my cheeks with her soft thighs. I was in a fantasy of sexual heaven. Dorothy sighed sweetly, "Ohhh, Aaalexx." I pressed my cheek softly against her puffy mound. She sighed, "Uhhnnnnmmm," and flexed her mons gently to rub on my cheek. I kissed her panties on that sacred place and then raised up to her until our lips came together again in luscious nibbles. She hugged my hips in her thighs and murmured in my ear, "I'm tingling where you kissed me... and where your cheek nestled close... I wish we didn't have to go bowling." With thoughts of discrete caution we each glanced to note that Bob and Jan were still amorously engaged out of sight. Feeling momentarily secure in our sensual cocoon I nuzzled Dorothy's neck and sighed, "I wish we could... be alone." Dorothy whispered in my ear, "Oh, God,... me too," and relaxed back against her arm rest in an amorous, languid pose sighing, "Darling, would you finish with my other stocking... and fasten my garters for me?" She squeezed her legs around me for a moment and then parted them sweetly. I was thrilled at her intimate invitation. I slipped back down between her lovely legs and lifted the ungartered thigh to my lips sighing, "Uhhnn, may I kiss a little more first?" I hugged her leg and thigh against my body. I heard only a warmly quiet sigh, "Mm hmm, and see if my panties are covering me... where I'm getting wet." Dorothy was as deep in lust as I was. I trailed light kisses in the sensitive crease of her groin next to her mons and then stroked and caressed, smoothing the stocking over her calf and up her thigh - lips following close behind fingers. Reaching gently for the underside garter my hand brushed her vulva. Dorothy moaned and stroked that arm while it nudged the center of her excitement. I let go the garter and continued to stroke and caress the naked thigh, frequently straying to caress her Mound of Venus and enticingly curved bottom. Urgent desire surged through my loving hands and almost without forethought my fingers slipped her panty aside. Dorothy moaned sweetly and opened her thighs further to encourage me sighing, "Yes, Darling, my panties... are they getting... wet?" I murmured into the soft fur of her mons, "Just a little." My lips then kissed and nibbled her puffy outer labia and my tongue poked through the cleft to part her inner lips and lick through the sweet channel to find her clitoris excitedly engorged. I was swept into a deep and lustful thrill. Incredulous surprise was Dorothy's momentary reaction to my lips on her precious flower, "Alex!" She had expected only my fingers. "Your lips on... on me... Oh... oh, Darling." As I was soon to learn, this had never happened to her before. But the thrill of our wonderful chemistry was greater than her taboo - Dorothy's hands held my head close to her while she sighed and gently squirmed into the caresses of my tongue and lips. "Ooohh, Alex,... Darling... uuhhnnn." Her thighs hugged around my cheeks. We both were consumed in a heavenly moment of sensual intimacy. My tongue laved the honey oozing from her vagina and I sucked and feathered her stiffly prominent clitoris. When my finger gently entered her vagina her tummy shivered in a gentle, sweet orgasm and my tongue continued its dance on her clitoris to deepen her wonderful thrill. I was so beside myself in genuine affection and overpowering lust that I nearly made a mess in my underwear. After my tongue again laved lovingly between her labia to take more of the honey oozing from her excited vagina, I replaced her panty crotch and moved up to kiss her softly. She murmured on my lips, "Darling, I never... no one has ever... Ooh, Lover!" My lips covered hers and I replied, "I couldn't help it. You're so wonderful and beautiful... and I want you so." She sighed, "You were so loving... I think I... you know..." "I know... me too... almost... " We kissed and nuzzled and her legs hugged around me. Dorothy murmured into my neck as we squirmed and hugged so close, "I'm glad I showered... and douched. I hope I was... alright." "You're wonderful. You're so wet. And so sweet and luscious to kiss between your thighs. I hope you'll let me kiss and... love you like that again." We kissed eagerly. When our lips parted she whispered, "I want you so much.... Maybe... after bowling...?" Her legs squeezed me and held me close and her pelvis thrust into me. I sighed, "I'd like that..." After a soft kiss, "I guess I'd better finish what you asked me to do." And I finally managed to resnug her stocking and fasten both garters. When I had finished I caressed under her skirt over the sweet mound of her tummy, across a rounded hip, and slipped under her panty leg to squeeze the cheek of her bottom and hold her close to me. I kissed her lushly. Her legs closed against my sides, hugging me gently. With lips parting she whispered, "Thank you, you're a wonderful stocking smoother... and garter fastener." We kissed warmly holding each other close and flexing our groins into each other, searching vainly for the rapture of joining. Finally we began to disengage, sensing that we had been totally enveloped in our private, sensual world for quite a while. As we parted she sent me an air kiss and - slowly, almost reluctantly - tugged at her skirt hem. She touched my cheek and sighed in my ear, "I really don't want to put my skirt down... I feel like I want to take off my panties and stay with you like this." She left her garters and a bit of soft skin to peek out and tease me and hugged me in her thighs one last time. As I removed myself from between her legs, I caressed a lovely thigh from knee to its highest softness. "Sweetheart, you're making me so hungry for you.... I want to be with you... alone... like this." Up under her skirt I caressed one last time over her round, feminine tummy finishing with a soft squeeze of her puffy mons. She covered my hand with hers and coaxed it down against her vulva moaning, "Mmmm, Alex." We kissed softly while her pelvis gently squirmed into our hands. I cupped her warm mound lovingly. Oh, Lord! I wanted her... in the deepest possible way. She had invited me to enjoy the beauty of her lovely legs and the intimacy of her naked thighs - and her alluring mons. She had welcomed my loving caresses and adoring lips. For a moment she had even succumbed to the sexual urgency in her love center. I was thrilled beyond belief. My heart was pounding in my ears and my erection was so stiff it ached. Our eyes exchanged yearning messages. My lips brushed hers, "Dorothy, I feel... I can't... I don't think I've ever felt like this... You're so..." She slipped her tongue into my mouth for a moment and then she whispered on my lips, "I know... me too... I never before..." Dorothy's hand slid down over my tummy and stroked over the front of my trousers. With soft lips touching, "Oh, Alex! You..." "I know. It's throbbing. If you keep that up I'll make a mess in my underwear." We kissed lushly. Clearly we each were in such a feverish state of lust that bowling was furthest from our minds. I slowly regained a sense of the world around me and glanced at the front seat, wondering if Bob and Jan had been voyeurs to our sweet moments. Apparently not. They were just disengaging and coming into view. We finally parted and quickly began to groom ourselves for re-entry into society. The incredibly enormous bulge in the front of my slacks, however, wouldn't disappear on cue. While freshening her lipstick Dorothy was watching me trying to rearrange the cause of the bulge. I was momentarily embarrassed, but she smiled softly, squeezed my hand and then pressed her hand softly over my erection. She kissed me on the cheek whispering, "Alex,... you're so sweet... don't be embarrassed. You know I'm feeling the same way... I'm still so wet... it just doesn't show." Clearly, we were sharing feelings of warm affection as well as lust... Oh, Lord, she was wonderful, caring... Was I swooning...??? When we got out, I went around the car to politely open Dorothy's door and helped her out. On my way around the car I noticed her take a tissue from her purse and do something with it down and out of my sight. I surmised she was blotting away the luscious honey from her special place - her sign of excitement that ‘doesn't show'. The slide to the door raised her skirt again. She made no effort to keep it down, and when I helped her out, all of her legs and a bit of her mons were momentarily presented for my eyes only. Holding my hand she guided it to her naked inner thigh next to her vulva for a last, lusting caress. She paused to let me enjoy and sent me an air kiss whispering, "Hold that thought, Darling." As she stood her skirt fell into place and my eyes rose to meet hers. Our yearning gazes locked in a warm exchange. "I couldn't possibly forget." I brushed her cheek with my lips. By the time we entered the bowling alley my subsiding erection apparently went unnoticed. I was socially uncomfortable - partly because of the unexpected events in the car and partly because I felt like an outsider amid this group of working friends. But the discomfort dissolved quickly - replaced by mock competitive bragging, exaggerated team spirit, and merciless putdowns. As the games and drinking progressed the scores declined and the laughter rose. Everyone was having a good time. Dorothy and I were on the same team and would occasionally sit beside one another between frames - fingers and hands touched and eye contact was sometimes warm and other times questioning. A couple of times, when no one seemed to be looking and she was sitting next to me, she nudged me with her hip and flirtily stuck her tongue out at me. I sent tiny air kisses back and felt a warm glow spread through me. Beer and highballs were flowing freely but I sipped sparingly on just one drink and then switched to soda water. I had no idea how the rest of the evening would unfold but I was certain I would make a fool of myself if I had much of anything to drink. I didn't want to embarrass myself, and I certainly didn't want to embarrass Dorothy. Both were possible under the circumstances. Dorothy likewise drank very little. I brought her first drink when I got mine, but when I went for refills she asked me to bring her diet soda. Clearly we were thinking that love making can't be fully enjoyed if one or both partners have been drinking. In spite of her occasional flirting, I was a little fearful that, in cool- headed reflection, she might reconsider the wisdom of our brief romance and find a way to politely prevent a continuation. After all, she was a member of bank management. I was struggling between wisdom and hormones and guilt. Just when I thought wisdom might win out I would glance at Dorothy and succumb to the hormonal reaction to a full breast momentarily pressing against her dress, or her fabulous legs, or to one of her flirty smiles, or the teasingly feminine mental image of her refastening her garters. Or she would give me one of her nudges. Then I would start the internal argument all over again. Like any amorous but apprehensive young blade, I wondered but would never know what thoughts were going through his fair maid's head. Finally I stopped thinking about Constance, marriage, and the guilt part; and admitted to myself, that if Dorothy and I couldn't be together after bowling, I'd be very disappointed. I had developed a genuine affection for her and now harbored a huge lust for her. When the games were finished everyone adjourned to the grill for a bite to eat and continued reveling. It was clear this party might extend into the wee hours. When I returned from a trip to the john Bob, Jan and Dorothy were in a conversational huddle which broke up as I approached. A few minutes later Bob said he and Jan would like to leave pretty soon - and so, pretty soon we did. On the way to the car Dorothy reassured me when she took my hand. She slowed our pace so that we lagged a little behind and said, "Bob and Jan don't want to go home right away. They're going to park and... talk for a little while. Do you think you and I... should go with them?... Or do you want to go home?" Her eyes were sparkling and questioning. She squeezed my hand. Her mouth was smiling tentatively. Apparently she was thinking too hard while bowling, just as I was. I was thrilled when it was clear her feelings for me had won her internal argument as well. In a low voice, breathless with excitement I assured her, "I want to be with you." We had stopped for a moment and she was half facing me holding our hands down between us. Her other hand was hugging my arm close to her so that her lovely breast was flirting with my arm. Her hips and groin were softly brushing our hands. In response to being so near her I was growing an erection again and feeling warm affection because of her sweet invitation, the way she was holding us so close, the way her body was moving, and the way my groin seemed to sense her kinetic nearness. Those pheromones were at it again and our bodies were exchanging those irresistible chemical messages. I squeezed her hand and continued, "I'd love it if we could... talk... for a little while. I don't want to leave you." She squeezed back and confessed, "I want to be alone with you." I leaned down and kissed her. Our locked hands were trapped between us and my stiff penis stabbed the back of her hand. She hummed her approval and broke our kiss to sigh, "Mm, Darling, you must be feeling what I'm feeling." For a moment she stroked me and, through kissing lips whispered, "I'm getting wet just thinking about being with you." I was thrilled and my feelings of affection surged, but I wondered how we could ‘be alone' in the back seat of Bob's car, and how I could take Dorothy home if she wished to go. So I ventured, "Do you suppose we should get my car so we can really be alone?" "Oh?... Yes... that's a wonderful idea," she quickly agreed, as though she had anticipated my thoughts. Our hormones definitely were synchronized. When we reached Bob's car I felt I should say something to indicate agreement with the plan as well as our idea about my car so I said, "Bob, if you and Jan would like to spend a little more time together we'd like to join you. We aren't quite ready for the evening to end." Bob replied, "Uhh... that's great. We thought we'd go someplace and... chat for a while." Bob's smile was pleasant but his eyes looked hesitant, disappointed, and then he glanced at Jan - as though he didn't quite know what to do with an "audience" in the back seat of his car while he and Jan ‘chatted'. I was surprised this hadn't been thought through during their "huddle" back in the bowling alley bar; and then it occurred to me that Dorothy hadn't been certain of my feelings, and had contrived the idea of our joining them to talk without confiding in them. And then I added, "But we'd like to get my car first, if you don't mind. Then we'll follow you and Jan to where ever you prefer." "Oh! Fine!" he replied. He looked relieved and exchanged glances with Jan again. Jan exchanged what looked like an ‘encouraging' but inquisitive glance with Dorothy - which added credence to my theory. With that piece of business out of the way we all got in the car and Bob drove out of the parking lot. I had helped Dorothy into her side of the car and leaned in to kiss her with my hand resting on her leg - not aggressively but certainly with affection. She whispered, "Thank you, Sweetheart," and covered my hand with hers and pressed it softly to her leg while her other hand held my cheek and our lips touched. Her endearment again thrilled me. Her skirt had risen during the entry to the car and my hand was just above her knee. She made no effort to pull her skirt down but rather stroked my hand warmly as it lay on her lovely leg. She teased, "I'm glad you're still 'holding that thought'." I broke away reluctantly and went around the car to enter my side. As I entered I saw that Jan was sitting so close to Bob that she could have been driving the car. They were parting after a kiss of their own, and Jan was exchanging approving glances with Dorothy in the back seat. Bob and Jan obviously were seriously involved. By the time the car was leaving the parking lot I had leaned over to kiss Dorothy. When our lips parted she whispered, "Just a sec, this skirt is... all bunched up...," and raised up from the seat for a moment and moved her skirt out from under her. The effect on my penis was an almost instantaneous full erection because the movement raised her hem well beyond the tops of her stockings and uncovered most of one hip. Her arms welcomed me and her eyes beckoned. We assumed a position of wonderful backseat "necking". It was as though we both were internally pre-programmed. The nature of what each of us thought our "chat" would be was crystal clear. She broke our kiss and with her lips still touching mine said, "Alex, I've never kissed anyone like this... or felt like this... or been like this with anyone since I was married. I hope you don't think..." Apparently she too was surprised at our overpowering chemistry and was afraid I'd think she was promiscuous. Our voices were low and muted because Bob and Jan were so close in the front seat. Fortunately, the soft music was again playing quietly on the radio and, I hoped, masking our whispers. I interrupted her, "I think I know how you feel. I've never been like this with anyone either." Our eyes met and exchanged their warm messages as I went on, "I just know that... if we had gone right home tonight, I would have felt very... empty." She murmured, "I know." She kissed me softly, "Me too... so very empty." I kissed her mouth and her neck and then whispered into her ear, "I can't remember ever having a feeling this strong, this wonderful." Again I could hear the rustle of her dress and stockings as she nestled more cozily and brought her leg further over mine. She hummed, "Mmmm hhmmm, very wonderful, I love having you so close." Then she said quietly into my ear, "What made you first squeeze my hand and... kiss me?" I whispered, "I'm not sure... a special feeling... (Pause for a kiss)... a fantasy impulse. (Another kiss) A special kind of... secret 'Hello'. (A longer kiss) But I'm not sure I had any thought about where the 'Hello' was leading; except I felt so close... as though you could read my mind." She said, "Me too. I thought maybe I was flirting... but then, suddenly, I wasn't just flirting. I knew we were going to kiss.... I could feel you wanting me." And our lips melted together again with tongues caressing. I concluded that each of us had had the same compelling feelings and the same questioning thoughts. And from the things we were confessing, she

was feeling an affection much like mine - laced with a lust that seemed to be surprising us both. The pheromones and mysterious animal chemistry and the situation had taken precedence over a lifetime of relative sexual prudence. A few minutes later we were at the entrance to the parking lot at the back of my apartment building. It was dark and our apartment was at the front of the building. We wouldn't be seen, but to draw as little attention as possible, Bob didn't drive into my parking area. Dorothy and I reluctantly disengaged, got out of Bob's car and walked hand-in-hand to my car. I was walking awkwardly because of my raging erection. Dorothy noticed and whispered in my ear, "Are your pants still bulging?" "Mmmm hhmmm." She squeezed my hand, kissed my cheek and whispered, "Mmmmm, that's nice." We were sharing warm and intimate feelings and, because of her affectionate regard for my ‘condition', I no longer felt embarrassed about it. I helped my Lover into the car and leaned in to sweetly kiss her. She whispered on my lips, "I want you close to me." Another soft kiss, "Hurry and get in so I can snuggle." While I walked around to my door Dorothy slid close to my side of the bench seat. She let the slide push her skirt high on her thighs again. When I got in I couldn't help gazing and admiring. She acknowledged my gaze with a knowing, warm smile. My eyes dropped again for a moment to enjoy her loveliness. I sighed and looked back up to her eyes. They were sparkling and, with a soft smile and parted lips, she reached up to kiss my cheek. Then, snuggling her head against my shoulder she teasingly sighed, "Should I pull my skirt down?" "Please don't... you're beautiful." She snuggled and sighed, "Thank you, Lover." As we drove out of the parking lot we were holding hands in her lap but a few moments later she rested my hand on the softness on the inside of her knee and covered it with hers. Her hand then found my thigh and she snuggled again. In a few moments her hand left my thigh and rubbed up and down my arm - kind of hugging it closer to her, humming and squirming a little - kind of cuddling. The cuddle had the desired effect of coaxing my hand slowly up her thigh. She parted her legs slightly and then hugged them back together again. The soft roundness of her inner thigh and smooth texture of her nylons were heavenly. I continued to distractedly follow Bob. A few minutes later Dorothy said, "I know we shouldn't be together like this,... but I've never before felt this way... or wanted to be with anyone this way." Her legs hugged my hand again and she kissed my cheek. After a few moments she whispered in my ear, "I couldn't believe how warm you made me feel... when we were kissing... and then when you kissed my leg... mmm, so romantic... and intimate." "I was feeling very warm and romantic... and when you smoothed your stockings... and redid your garters... you looked so feminine... so irresistible... I...." "Mmmmm." She kissed my cheek, "You made me feel so feminine... and so sexy... I wanted you to know how your sweet kiss made me feel... and I wanted to... (a kiss on my cheek) make you want me more." Another soft kiss and, "The second time you kissed me there... and caressed me... it was so beautiful... I loved it when you... you know, loved me with your lips. I didn't want you to stop." "You looked so beautifully feminine.... When you opened your lovely legs for me... and I kissed your thigh again... I really wanted to lay my head in your lap and hug and nuzzle.... I felt very affectionate." Dorothy kissed my cheek and sighed into my ear, "Mmmm, we had the same fantasy." She sucked my lobe. I turned to look at her warm eyes, smiled slightly, looked down at her lovely thighs, then back to her eyes and said, "You're so sweet... so lovely. I wanted you... so much." "Wanted?" "Mm mm... want... so much." "Mmmmmm... (a nibble on my lobe)... I can tell." I turned my head and brushed her lips with mine. "How can you tell?" I brushed her lips again. She softly squeezed my thigh and kissed my cheek and let her hand glide up until she was caressing my stiff penis. "Your eyes tell me... and your soft kisses tell me... and this stiff, manly thing in your trousers tells me." She sucked on my ear lobe, kissed it lightly and murmured in my ear, "It feels so wonderful." She sighed sweetly and whispered, "I suppose I shouldn't be telling you how much I like your... stiff penis." "The way we are together... like this... is beautiful. I feel like you can say anything you wish to me." With my lips touching her cheek I murmured, "And you're making my... manly thing... feel wonderful to me too." Rather than seeming bold, her caress was loving and made my penis swell with yearning. Our merging chemistries and excited pheromones were making our affections intimately magnetic. No longer was there fear of embarrassment - or rejection. Our feelings of attraction and desire were becoming irresistible for us. I put my hand over hers for a moment and pressed it against my excitement, confessing softly, "When you let me caress your lovely thigh and opened your legs for me... and I kissed and nuzzled the sweetness between them... this "manly thing" almost... umm." "Almost... what, Darling?" "You know..." "Yes, I think I know. And I'm glad I make you feel like that" I slowed the car a little, turned and kissed her, "It was a wonderful feeling." She hummed, "You made me feel wonderful too, Darling. You made me cum." Her breath became warmer on my ear. Her hand left my trouser bulge for a moment while she rose to move the skirt out from under her again. Then she undid the bottom few buttons of the skirt until it fell open to her panties. She spread the open skirt further, exposing most of the naked softness of her thighs and hips and a bit of her sweet, feminine tummy. She wanted my hungry eyes and loving hands to enjoy her. Nuzzling my ear she whispered, "There, now you can see where you were kissing me... and caressing me... and nuzzling me... and where I'm so hungry for your kisses and your... you know." "My what?" "Oh, Alex!... I want your penis in me." I nearly came right then. "I want that too,... so much." The exposure and caressing and confessions were bringing us both to a feverish edge. Still on the outside of my trousers, Dorothy's stroking fingers were exploring every nuance of my rigid excitement. She opened her legs a little more and I gently moved my hand up her thigh, savoring the touch every bit of the way, until it rested between her legs on the soft, naked warmth that had hugged around me. The creamy flesh felt wonderful. I looked longingly into her eyes and sighed, "I want to feel these sweet thighs hugging around me." She sighed, "That fantasy is making me very wet." Her hips and groin squirmed a little and she whimpered into my ear, "Oh, Alex, I'm so hungry for you,... I'm soaking my panties." For a moment her hand again left my bulge, squeezed my hand on her thigh, and then disappeared under her panty crotch. When she brought her hand out she kissed me on the cheek and raised a finger to my lips whispering, "This is for you, Darling." I took the finger in my mouth. It was dripping with Dorothy's luscious honey. I sucked lovingly. The vision of Dorothy's sweet nectar oozing from her vaginal lips, trapped in the loving cocoon of her puffy outer labia made me ache. I turned my head for a moment to kiss her cheek and murmured, "You taste wonderful.... I want to kiss you there again and suck on you... and drink the honey from your sweet love lips." My desire and excitement were becoming so intense that I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I continued to follow Bob distractedly but carefully, and hoped our destination was near. Her lips were on my cheek and her hand was squeezing my penis, "Oh, Alex,... you're making my clitoris throb.... I want you." We came to a Stop Sign in a quiet, sparsely populated neighborhood. I put the gearshift in Park and squirmed around so that I could lean down to Dorothy's lap. I kissed that creamy thigh again and nuzzled my cheek against her panty- covered mons. She sighed, "Uhhnnn, Aaalexx," and held her skirt almost to her waist and opened her thighs further so my lips could savor her softer, inner warmth. I trailed more soft kisses down thrillingly close to her heavenly place, finishing in the crease of her groin - at the edge of her panties with my nose nuzzling her vulva. My lips brushed through pubic hairs peeking out from the edge of her panty leg. She ran her fingers through my hair and held me close to her for a moment. She whispered breathily, "Nnnnmmm, Darling, you're so close to me.... I'm so wet and aching." Her warm mons squirmed against my cheek, "Uhhnn,... Alex, kiss me there... with your sweet lips... like you did before." My voice was soft and unsteady, "Mm... so beautiful... so wonderful to kiss... and be close to." I cuddled my cheek lovingly into her puffy mons, kissed her there and slipped a finger under her panty crotch. She pressed her warm vulva into my cheek, "Uhn. Yesss,... my panties... Oh, Darling." I knew what she meant. She raised off the seat and flexed rhythmically. I pulled the panty crotch aside, parted the puffy outer lips, kissed her sweet inner labia, tongued away the rich love honey oozing from her vaginal lips, licked up through the moist channel between her inner labia and ended with a gentle suck and nibble of her clitoris. She moaned and flexed into me, "Uhhnnn... ooh...." Caressing my head to prolong the wonderful feeling she murmured, "Aalexx, my panties are in the way.... Please help me take them off." I rose up and took her in my arms, "Sweetheart,... I won't be able to resist you." "I know." She kissed me lushly, "That's why I want them off." A quick look assured there was no traffic nor any people nearby. I could see Bob up ahead turning into a neighborhood street. I returned her luscious kiss and began the thrilling task. My hands slipped up under her skirt to her waist and my fingers found the elastic waist band. She raised up and I slid the panties down over her hips and beyond her mons. Her rounded hips and tummy were richly feminine - her skin nearly white and smooth as satin. I bent to kiss the softness and poked my tongue into her sweet navel. She purred, "Mmmmm..." She sat down and brought her knees together so that I could slip the panties down her legs and off. "Thank you, Darling. This is yours... anytime." She opened her thighs. She took the panties from me and, as she reached to put them in her purse, my hands stroked slowly up her beautiful, stockinged legs and caressed over the revealed beauty of her softly curved hips, feminine tummy, and puffy mons. When she sat up again she opened her thighs to me and I was irresistibly drawn to feed again on her sweet nectar. My fingers found her flower and my lips loved her eager clitoris. Her moans became urgent whines and, when her tummy and thighs began to quake on my cheeks, she raised off the seat to flex wantonly into me. After her thrill I continued to caress her thighs and kiss their softness. Finally she recovered enough to notice a car behind us in the rear view mirror. She murmured softly, "Darling... there's a car..." I sat up, put the car in gear and began to move forward. I leaned my cheek toward her to encourage another kiss. Her lips touched the corner of my mouth and then kissed my cheek. I turned toward her and brushed her lips with mine whispering, "Sweetheart, your love lips are very beautiful... and warm... and wet with your sweet honey." She kissed me softly and sighed, "You're making me feel so full of wonderful feelings... I love your nuzzles... and the way you kiss my... you know." She hugged my hand between her thighs, opened them slightly again and, with her hands and head relaxed against my shoulder, she nuzzled my neck and sighed, "Mmmmmm,... that was so beautiful." Her hand had been softly stroking the bulge in my trousers, but now I sensed that her fingers were fiddling with the tab of my zipper. She sighed, "May I?" I couldn't believe how close to her I felt, "Mm hmm..." I wiggled around to help her get the zipper down and suddenly her searching fingers had found me. They felt gentle and avid and excited. And they made me excited. "Your fingers feel wonderful on me." They grasped, and then softly stroked, and then squeezed. Somehow, she snaked my very stiff penis out of its hiding place for all the world to see. Dorothy blended herself against me and moved a leg over my leg. Her breathing was warm and excited on my cheek, "Oh, Darling,... you're so warm and stiff... mmmm, wonderfully stiff.... God, I love the way you feel." She whispered in my ear, "Do you know what I want you to do with this wonderful, stiff penis?" I sighed, "I hope so...." She continued to caress my thrilling penis. "You're making it ache so... I want you." Driving under the circumstances was becoming difficult. Fortunately, it appeared we didn't have much further to go. She murmured on my cheek, "I'm glad... I want to make it so hard... and then I want you to put it inside me... so I can try to make it soft." "Dorothy... I...!?" She was thrilling me. She was so close to me she was nearly on top of me. With my arm around her and my hand under her skirt, I stroked over the curve of her naked hip and the round cheek of her soft, smooth bottom to hug her closer, if that was possible. "Mmmm hhmmmm...?" She squeezed and stroked. "I... I've never felt this... hunger." She sucked on my ear lobe and squeezed my excited penis, "Either have I." Her breath was warm, her voice was breathless, and she gently kissed my cheek, "I've never wanted to make love like this before... I'm so wet. I want you, Darling, so much, between my legs... fucking me." Sexy words were creeping into our loving. I was having a terrible time concentrating on the driving. Thank heavens I caught up with Bob just as he was pulling into an undeveloped part of the subdivision. A few blocks away in every direction were homes or stores, but in this treed area the developer apparently had run out of sales after the streets had been paved. Bob pulled up into a secluded cul-de-sac and parked near a street lamp. I pulled in behind him a few car-lengths back where a tree partially shaded the light from the lamp. I could see Bob's silhouette turn toward Jan. They gathered each other in and merged for a long-awaited kiss. I turned toward Dorothy feeling as though I were entering a dream and said, "I think we've arrived at the place where we can... talk for a while." "Uhmmm", she breathed through our kisses, "talk to me, Lover." Her hand still caressed the length of my hardness. I turned to face her and put an arm around her. She hummed and moved to make her lovliness more accessible. "Alex, I've never felt like this before." She squeezed her thighs around my hand and flexed her groin in slow, erotic thrusts. "You're sweet... and gentle... and loving... and... I have warm feelings when you hold me and kiss me and... I'm glad we're here alone together... and not in Bob's car." We kissed with open mouths - her hand was still lovingly busy. I replied earnestly. "I want you so very much. I'm so hungry for you... I just can't resist." I brushed her lips with mine, "... wanting to...." She murmured on my lips, "... make love to me?" "Yesss,... make love to you." "Alex?" "Mmm hmmm?" "Please kiss my... you know... just once more... and then put your wonderful, stiff penis in me,... deep inside me." I moved around in the seat to bring my lips closer to her lusting place. My hands gently parted her knees and lovingly caressed higher and higher over her stockings to her sweetly naked thighs. My lips followed and my eyes drank in the beauty of her gently flexing vulva. Nearly breathless I whispered, "Darling,... your loving place is very beautiful. Your pink love-lips are parted like flower petals and your sweet vagina is open like parted lips, glistening with your luscious honey and waiting for a kiss." She moaned, "My loving place wants you so.... My love lips will kiss you,... and then take you in." Dorothy opened her thighs further and further until my lips and fingers reached her luscious flower. My tongue savored her nectar and licked through the channel between her labia to pleasure her clitoris while a finger teased her hungry vagina. Dorothy hugged my cheeks with her thighs and squirmed her vulva into my lips. My finger slid further into her luscious vagina and my sucking, kissing, nibbling tongue teased her clitoris. Her juices were drenching my finger and hand. I removed it for a moment to suck my fingers clean and then kissed and sucked the love potion from her eager vagina. Dorothy gasped, "Oh, God, yes! Kiss my love lips." When my dripping lips returned to her clitoris and my finger entered her again, my lover began to moan and whine and her hands held my head to her as shivers quaked through her tummy. Her orgasm was beautiful to behold. Dorothy moaned in the sweet rapture of the final spasms and sighed, "Mmmm, Darling,... that was wonderful... Come up and kiss me." I rose back up on the seat, bumping the steering wheel with my shoulder. She took me in her arms and kissed me. "You're all wet, Darling." She kissed and licked her nectar away from around my mouth and cheek while her fingers searched to find her Admirer again. I moaned with pleasure at her touch. She looked at my man thing and sighed, "Mmmmmmm, look how hard and beautiful you are." She brought our lips together and murmured into our soft kisses, "My cunt is going to feel wonderful... when you're fucking this stiff cock up into me... and my legs are hugging around you and you're squirting your sweet cum deep inside." The surprising four-letter words poured out belying the emotional height of Dorothy's lust. Her sensual, wanton desire thrilled me. I whispered, "The thought of being in you... is making me so... so... I'm nearly squirting on your sweet fingers." While she fondled her Admirer I reached to caress and squeeze one of her lovely breasts. She moaned sweetly and her hand left my penis for a moment to undo several buttons at her neckline. The apparent fullness of her loveliness and the hint of the deep valley between fueled my imagination and my desire to pleasure them. My hand moved to the offered beauty. While my hands were squeezing and caressing, hers were undoing my belt and easing my undershorts over my stiff penis and down to my hips. Then a whisper, "I want you in me now." She opened her thighs and coaxed me between. Awkwardly I was trying to help her bring our lusting parts together when my hip encountered the steering wheel again. I pleaded, "Why don't we get into the back seat where we won't be so cramped?" "Mmm hhmmm," was her reply and she began to move toward her door, still kissing me as the rest of her body slid across the seat. When she had stepped out I shifted the front seat as far forward as it would go and hastily got my trousers temporarily resecured. I went around to help her into the back seat. When I reached her, still standing - waiting for me, she put her arms around my neck, merged her mouth into mine and blended her body into me like a second skin. My arms went around her waist and my hands found the gentle curves of her sweet derriere. Over the soft cheeks I could feel her garter belt through her dress. She was squirming and our pelvises were meeting closely for the first time. She broke our kiss for a moment and, with lips still touching mine, whispered, "Mmmmm, your wonderful cock..." I groaned, "Sweetheart, I'm so stiff... It aches..." "Poor Darling." She took my excited penis in her fingers and guided it through her unbuttoned skirt and pressed it down close her flexing mons. I bent my knees to lower myself until she could push me between her puffy labia and tease her clitoris with my glans. The world around us ceased to exist. Her tummy pushed into me and her vulva squirmed to pleasure itself on my probing penetrator; she murmured on my lips, "So hard... so stiff." I squirmed and pushed back - swooning at the pressure on my poking penis thrilling in the moist folds of her flower. With her hands on my hips she flexed her vulva and urged my penis further until its head unexpectedly slipped into her warm, gushing, loving place. I bent my knees further so I could thrust up into her. "Ohh,... Darling... " We squirmed in sudden rapture but soon wanted to be in the secluded comfort of the car. I moaned, "Uhnnn... Lover,... I'm almost..." "Oh, Sweetheart, not yet!... Help me in the car." I kissed her softly, "Mm hmm...." Her hands left my hips and my swooning stiffness, so close to spewing its offering, withdrew in temporary frustration. I took her hands to steady her. She sighed, "Thank you, Lover," and sat down on the back seat with her feet on the door sill. Her eyes never left mine. When she was seated her skirt fell open to her waist, above her sweetly rounded tummy - above the muff of her pubic hair and the dimple of her navel. Her graceful fingers parted her labia to display the flower of her femininity and her engorged and prominent clitoris. Dorothy was deep in the passion of sweet desire and I was overcome with affection and loving lust. I bent down to kiss her and breathed onto her lips, "Your beautiful vagina is pink and luscious... and I love your saucy clitoris. It's stiff and excited... like my penis." Caressing my cheeks she went on breathily, "No one has ever made love to me... like you have... or kissed and nuzzled my clitoris... or my vagina... Mmmmmm, Lover, you gave me such sweet cums with your loving lips." "Your precious love lips are dripping, Darling,... they look so beautiful and hungry." My body wanted to blend with hers. I was standing between her lovely legs and my stiff penis wagged impudently in front of me - close to my lover's lips. Dorothy took me in her gentle fingers sighing, "I'm wet for you, so wet." She sent me lustful air kisses, and caressed my throbbing, wagging, stabbing penis and then, to my surprise, slipped the very tip between her lips for an affectionate kiss. I murmured, "Sweetheart, mmmmm... Oh! Be careful!" My experiences were somewhat limited. I never before had had this sweet pleasure. I suspected this might be a first for Dorothy as well. Her eyes looked up to mine while she feathered light kisses on the tip, "I think I taste my juices... something salty.... Is it your... you know?" The crown disappeared again into her loving mouth. I groaned quietly and caressed her hair whispering, "Mm hmm,... and it's almost more than a drop... help me with my pants?" Dorothy eased me from her lips, "Mmmm... Darling,...yes," and reluctantly let go of my excited erection, released the single button I had secured, and slid my trousers down to my ankles. After she eased the waist of my undershorts over my penis I slid them down to join my pants and stepped out of them all. My Lover dropped them into the front seat. Her loving hands returned to my penis and she caressed it and moved to kiss it again. Her lips were soft and sweet and her lusting eyes sent me warm messages of desire and affection. She slipped me out from her lips and whispered, "Another drop of cum. Darling, cum inside me. I want you in me... stiff and deep!" With her legs still sideways and partly out of the car she lay back on the seat, opened her legs invitingly further, and pulled my throbbing penis toward her hungry, oozing vagina. Leaning awkwardly down, feet still on the grass, and bracing myself on the seat with one hand and the floor with the other, I slid into her precious flower and eagerly plunged and wiggled until my hilt was teasing her clitoris and my corona was kissing her cervix. "Oohhh!... Aaalexx... uuhhnnnnn!" "Sweetheart!... You're warm and wonderful... inside..." In a few moments she shuddered in her fourth sweet spasm. Her orgasms were coming easily. Another soon followed as we merged and squirmed. She gasped, "Darling,... this is so beautiful." Her gorgeous legs surrounded me and hugged me close, "You're in me so deep... Oh!... Yes,... Lover... hhnnnn... you're fucking me... Oh... uhnn... I'm cumming again!" I was in a state of suspended ecstacy - I was in Nirvana. My throbbing penis slipped and squished and squirmed through her sweetness - caressed lovingly by swollen labia and bathed in the warm, buttery lushness of her oozing, lusting, undulating, squeezing vagina. I gasped, "Oh,... you're making me feel so wonderful... I... I... Oh!... I..can't..stop!" And I couldn't. I gushed into her in thrilling, pumping, squirting gobs. I had never felt so thrilled. Dorothy moaned and shuddered in sweet ecstacy, sighing, "Oh..oh..oh..oh, Aaalex,... I feel you throbbing in me!" In the moments after my orgasm passed I dreaded the empty feeling that I knew would come. It always washed over me at this time. It would be a sudden feeling of complete disinterest in further loving and a compelling urge to disengage from my partner. I remembered it as a cold absence of all desire. I waited... and waited... for the dreaded feeling. I looked at Dorothy's sweet face and how loving her eyes looked in the afterglow we were sharing. Her lips looked soft. With warm affection I kissed them lightly. Still I waited. Then I felt the warmth and lush sensuality of her soft thighs hugging me and her calves and ankles holding me close while she squirmed her vagina and clitoris into me to revel in the spasms of a final, beautiful orgasm. Then I sensed how warmly Dorothy's precious loving place was caring for my surprisingly still firm penis. The dreaded cold feeling never came. I stopped thinking about it. I could think only about making love to my Lover. After a few moments, our breathing quieted and we found each others' lips for lush, affectionate kisses. Dorothy whispered first, "Ohh, Alex, I felt you throbbing in me and I came so hard... mmmm... hold me close, Darling... don't leave me." While her thighs hugged around mine, holding me in her, I pressed her body into mine, caressed and squeezed a wondrous breast, and smothered her with kisses and nibbles and nuzzles in her neck. Finally I whispered adoringly, "Darling, I wont leave you, I want to stay close... I love your legs holding me." "Mmmm, Alex... I love having you between my legs... like this... with your beautiful cock inside me." She covered my hand with hers to help me caress and squeeze her breast. I wanted to feel its naked softness. I sighed, "You made me feel so wonderful... but I came so soon... You're beautiful... and so sweet... and your precious place is so luscious and warm and loving... I love being in you." "You made me feel this way." Her lips merged with mine and then she went on, "I've never been very enthusiastic about making love." More kissing, "But I wanted you so... and you were so gentle and loving with me... and it was wonderful." I was feeling something uniquely wonderful too. My feeling of affection for Dorothy was still unusually strong - and my desire and lust for her seemed to be growing again rather than fading. In past experience I had always been careful to show affection and caring after making love - even though desire and lust had long since ebbed away. But now, in this sweet moment, not only was my affection deep and genuine, but my desire remained strong - and, rather than waning away, it was resurging. She was so beautiful... so giving and loving... so warm and affectionate - and there was something special going on between us. This indeed was quite different... compelling chemistry... pheromones... sexual synergy I had never felt before. The feelings of lust and desire were still flooding through me in wonderful waves. My stiffening penis felt wonderfully thrilled and cared for buried deep in Dorothy's warm, loving, lusting, Precious Flower. We held each other in quiet affection a while longer until we realized we were still only halfway into the back seat. I said quietly, "Maybe we'd better move the rest of the way into the car." In sweet lethargy, "Mmm hhmmm," with vagina squeezing and legs hugging me to her. We began to disengage but without conviction. Her thighs hesitatingly let me go, I raised up and my obviously resurging penis sprung out. She whimpered when it left her. We both were slippery with the honey of our luscious coupling. She reached between us to find and stroke me, "You're hard... and wonderful again, Darling,... and wet with our juices. Uhhnnn..." She urged me closer to her. I really didn't want to leave her and, giving in to animal lust, I slipped back into her lushness to sweetly plunge and squirm. Softly on her lips, "I still want you." "Mmmmmm,... the way Im feeling... I hope you want me endlessly." Her vagina squeezed me, her thighs returned to hug me and her hands on my bottom held me snuggly against her while she flexed into my loving surges. In between kisses, "After you help me... in the car. I'm going to make you cum in me again." "I don't want to be out of you." "I know... me too... just for a minute." I reluctantly retreated again, stood up and, before I moved from between her legs, she kissed and laved her "admirer". "Alex,... you're beautifully hard again... so stiff and hot.... I love your cock... and the way it feels inside me." After another loving laving, "I've never kissed... and loved... a cock before." I caressed her cheek and sent her an adoring air kiss sighing, "Your sweet lips are the first for me too.... I feel so close to you... when you kiss and suck me like that." "Mmmmm, Sweetheart." One last feathering kiss and her fingers left my excited erection. She sighed, "Just a minute, Darling." She further fanned my resurging lust by opening a few more buttons on the top part of her dress so that the wonderful fullness of the soft femininity straining her bra cups, and the deepest cleavage I could ever remember seeing, pleasured my eyes. The luscious, heavy curve on the underside of the bra cups rose out in rich, womanly fullness from her body. Dorothy's breasts were truly gorgeous. She murmured breathily, "I hope I... look alright, Darling." She squeezed and caressed me. I quietly gasped, "Sweet Love, I truly have never been with anyone more beautiful." I sent her a passionate air kiss. Her loving fingers returned for a moment to fondle my swooning, twitching erection and then, holding my hand, she slid across the seat and drew me in beside her. With sweet and wanton affection she brought one knee up on the seat and flirtatiously displayed her irresistible loveliness - her gentle fingers parting the swollen pink petals of her precious flower and drawing a finger through her glistening labia - teasing us both. I sighed, "Darling,... your loving place is so beautiful... it looks like it wants to make love again." "Mmmm,... how could you guess? Darling, look how wet I am." She caressed her excited nubbin, shivered a moment and remarked in quiet surprise, "Uhhnnn... my clitoris is so stiff... and sticking out so far. I can't remember it being this big, not ever." It was remarkable. When it was engorged, as it was now, it was the size of a bean, extending well beyond its shroud like a tiny penis. I sighed, "I like to suck and nibble on it." "Uhhnnnn, I love it when you do that." She sent an air kiss and said softly, "I feel very close to you when you love me like that,... like you feel when I... you know, kiss and suck on you." "Yes, I know." I ached and hungered for her. I closed and locked the door behind me and slid toward my sweet lover. The wonderful sight of her stunning legs and incredible thighs above gartered stockings was deeply feminine and sexually compelling. Her thighs and hips were smoothly full and curved - utterly inviting, "Your thighs and your precious loving place... are beautiful. You look so feminine and loving without panties." "Mmmm, Lover,... I'm feeling so loving... and sexy like this." With languid lips she sent me an air kiss and sighed, "Without my panties you can see me, and feel me, and love me... and take me." "Uhn, seeing and loving your Precious Flower makes me so hungry." "Whenever you're hungry, Lover, you can feed on me." She sighed when I undid one more button and caressed her soft tummy. "Mmmm, you devil. I think you want me naked." She took my eager penis in her gentle hands and caressed. "Mmmmmm, your penis is so hard for me.... It wants to be back in me." She squeezed and gently stroked me. "I didn't think you would... could...? You just came in me. How can you be so stiff?" "I don't know... I never have before.", I caressed a cheek and sighed, "I've never felt so overcome.... The feelings are so strong... and warm.... I've never been with anyone so loving and affectionate... and so irresistible." I kissed her softly, "I can't stop wanting you... wanting to love you." Quietly she whispered the forbidden word on my lips, "Wanting to... fuck me?" I gasped and sighed, "Yes, Darling,... wanting to fuck you... and fuck you... and fuck you... as long as you want me." She continued on my lips, "I'm glad, because you're making me feel so beautiful... and so wonderful... and so very hungry to make love with you... again... and again... and again." Her hands were fondling my scrotum and eager penis and after another soft kiss, "I love letting you love me with your eyes... and hands... and lips... And my hungry loving place... where you squirted in me... loves the way your cock loves me... and fucks me. I'm ready for you again." I murmured on her lips, "Put me back in, Darling." Dorothy moaned sweetly, lay back on the seat, and drew my excited penis toward her. She placed me at her gaping, oozing, pink entrance and put her hands on my hips to pull me into her, her pelvis lifted, we blended and her gorgeous legs surrounded me. We groaned in ecstacy when our loving places merged again. Our lips came together and she sighed, "I'm so glad you're stiff and beautiful again.... I love it when you're between my legs like this... making love to me.... Uhnn... ohhh... nnnn, Darling... I want you to put your stiff penis in me a lot." "I feel wonderful... in your loving pussy.... You can slip my loving penis into your precious place when ever you want." She flexed and rubbed and squished until I felt her tummy shudder and her sweet thighs shiver. I withdrew and plunged again reveling in the liquid sounds of my thrilling penis and her oozing vagina pleasing and enjoying each other. My root throbbed and pumped, my glans tingled and again I emptied into Dorothy to share the ecstacy. We lay quietly for a few minutes, nuzzling

and sighing. Finally I eased my happy penatrator out of its love partner, murmured on my Lover's lips, "My penis is all yours," and moved to let her get more comfortable. While she moved to sit up I caressed her lovely breasts and longed to kiss them and nuzzle between them. Our lips came together again and after a deep and lingering kiss, "Mmmm, Lover... I promise to take good care of your wonderful penis." Sweet Dorothy moved so that she could reward her Admirer with a warm, suckling kiss. It jerked responsively in her mouth and she hummed her appreciation. When she sat up she hugged me and purred, "Mmm, that tasted good... and you're not completely soft... such a perky peter!." We chuckled and kissed softly and she sighed, "Let me help you with the rest of your clothes." First she helped me take off my jacket and lay it over the front seat. When she had undone a few of my shirt buttons we merged together - legs entwining, arms enfolding, hands searching and caressing. She felt wonderful in my arms. I began loving her breasts again with caresses and squeezes and gentle pinches of her nipples. She urged, "Undo some more buttons, Darling." When the next few were open, only two buttons held her dress together at her waist. I thrilled at how the taut cups of her bra strained to contain her loveliness. I slipped a strap off her shoulder and reached inside to fondle her naked breasts - they were every bit as generous as they appeared - richly soft and full. She sighed without breaking our kiss, squeezed my shoulder and brought her leg a little further over mine - flexing her pelvis erotically - trying to bring her pussy closer to my reviving erection. Her nipples were firm and perky. She pressed her hand over mine on her breast and helped me squeeze and caress. She breathed, "Pinch my nipples harder." A few moments later she murmured, "Darling, you're making my breasts feel wonderful... my nipples are sending tingles down between my legs... unhook my bra." At this point her left hand had slipped to my thigh and began caressing my throbbing stiffness. "Oh, God! You're getting hard again." Her lips were nibbling my ear lobe when she whispered, "Am I squeezing my penis too much, Darling? Mmmmm, I love it so, especially when it's long and stiff." "Mm mmm." I brushed her lips with mine, "You're making your penis feel wonderful. Please don't stop." "Mmmmm, I won't... but please don't cum in my hand. I'm dripping wet for you again,... " The caresses and strokings and squeezes of her gentle fingers were heavenly. I slipped the dress down her shoulders until I could reach behind her. When her bra was unhooked she somehow slipped the straps down her arms and off through her sleeve holes without removing the dress. Her hand returned to my hardness. I brought the dress back up on her shoulders in an affectionate gesture of gentlemanly propriety. The bra was relegated to the front seat. I looked out the windows to be sure we were still isolated. My eyes gazed enraptured, feeding on her glorious breasts. In the clothes she usually wore, including this dress, there was no way I could have known how fruitful she truly was. She leaned back against the seat posing her breasts for me. In a breathy whisper I confessed, "Your breasts are very beautiful... so full and lovely..." Both my hands were caressing her lovely melons... and couldn't quite contain them. They were the size of grapefruits, roundly shaped but softly hanging and sensuous, the nipples pert. They were full and filled the front of her so that, when unrestrained, they were separated and formed a deep, natural valley. Right now, with her leaning back, they were relaxed and apart - rising softly and lushly from their deep valley and creasing luxuriantly below where they lay relaxed on her lower chest. As she moved to get comfortable they rolled and swayed and jiggled. Her areolae were large pinkish brown ovals and her nipples, right now, were bright pink, puckered and erect. "Sweetheart... thank you... you're being so good to them." She unfastened the last of her dress buttons and opened it fully. "There, mmmmm, I love this feeling... here's my body for you, Lover." She opened her arms and we merged and melted together. "So very, very beautiful." "Do you really think... I look alright," she whimpered hesitantly. "You're lovelier than anyone I've ever known," was my earnest reply. I cupped her breasts and lifted them to my mouth, sucking and teasing each in turn. "Darling, your breasts... are wonderful - they're so full and pert and lovably soft. You're very beautiful." "Uummm, I'm glad.... No one ever tells me; and sometimes... I begin to wonder." She looked warmly into my eyes and asked quietly, "Do you think they hang down too much?" She arched her back and leaned away slightly again, in another display for appraisal, and sent me little air kisses. They were softly and attractively pendulant, and maintained an attractive, full, proud feminine shape. "You lovely creature, they're gorgeous. Except to keep them from swaying and jiggling, you wouldn't need to wear a bra. Your breasts are pert and proud and lovely." "Mmmmmm, thank you, Lover." She looked down at the huge erection in my lap, caressed it and sighed, "Your lips and hands feel so good on my breasts. And I love how big and stiff your... my lovely penis gets when you're loving me... my thighs... and my breasts... and you know... my pussy." She fondled me lovingly. "It just keeps getting hard again... every time you make me soft. When I kissed your nipples I felt like it was going to burst... and your breasts are so beautiful, it's twitching in your hands." "Oh, Darling! I know... I can feel it!" She caressed and her eyes confessed wanton desire, "I want my penis in me." I nearly swooned. "Let me undo the rest of your shirt buttons and help you take it off. And... while I'm working... let me sit in your lap... so you can love my breasts and pull and suck on my nipples." "If you're in my lap... my... your penis might slip into you..." "Mmmmmm, I know. That's my plan." I sat straight in the seat and slouched down a little. My eager penis stood straight and expectant. Dorothy moved over me and knelt on the seat straddling me. When she lowered herself to sit in my lap my penis disappeared into her. She gasped, "Oohhh, Hoonnnneyy, uhnnnnn... you're so far up in me... mmmm, I love this." She undulated and squeezed in lusting delight - humming and moaning and sighing. I was in heaven again and couldn't keep from squirming and pulsing and pushing up into her. I gasped quietly, "Nnnnn, Darling,... you feel warm and slippery inside." I continued to squirm and enjoy the luscious caresses of her sweet vaginal glove. My hands massaged and caressed her beautiful, hanging breasts. She leaned forward to let me feed on her nipples. I sucked and nursed and nibbled and lightly pinched - I loved her wondrous soft melons. Dorothy was squirming and moving with lusting affection. Her lips found mine and smothered me with rich kisses. In a few moments she moaned into our lips and then murmured into our kisses, "I'm cumming again... uhnnnnnmmmm... oohhhh... mmmmm, Sweet Lover." Our loving continued until, in the middle of her second shuddering spasm, I felt my rush begin in my corona and the surge begin to pulse in my root. "Honey... I'm.... nnnnnn" "Uh huh... I can feel you jerking.... Ohhh, Alex." For the next few moments we were joined as one, consumed together in our silent primal ecstacy. We hugged and kissed and cuddled. The affection remained strong and the lust ebbed and then resurged. I softened a bit after my moment, but we stayed coupled and caressing and loving. My momentarily sated but ecstatic penis stayed just firm enough to thrust and wiggle as we continued to revel in each other's loving. After a special little squirm she whispered in my ear, "Mmmmm, Honey, I just had another sweet little cum." "I felt you quiver inside... where you're comforting your softer but happy admirer... and your eyes have that beautiful glow." She whispered, "I'm afraid I forgot my unbuttoning job. Will you stay in me... until I finish?" "Do I have a choice?" "Of course not." She fiddled with the last few buttons and helped me out of my shirt. It too fell into the front seat. Her sweet, momentarily sated body relaxed and we shared soft kisses and gentle hugs. We lay quietly together for a while, humming and nuzzling and kissing, but our position was becoming strained. I said quietly, "You must be getting uncomfortable... and maybe your stockings are all twisted again... after all our loving." "My knees are a little tired... but my Precious Place feels wonderful - you're still inside me." Her mouth found mine and after sweet kissing she murmured, "What did you have in mind... about my stockings, Sweet Lecher?" My murmur was soft, "I've been neglecting your legs... and your thighs and... I thought maybe you'd let me straighten your stockings for you." She whispered on my lips, "I know,... you just want to feel me up, you bad boy." I kissed her softly and whispered back, "Oh oh,... you've uncovered my clever ploy!" She impishly stuck her tongue deep in my mouth and sighed, "Mmmmm, you're a lecher, Darling,... but that would feel so nice." After another soft kiss, "I love it when you... can't keep your hands off me." She began to slide off me and her Admirer slipped from her precious love lips. "Uhnn, I'm going to miss you." She was talking to her enlarged and half-erect penis. She bent down and kissed and licked and took its shiny, purple head in her mouth - sucking sweetly. When she eased me out she sighed, "Your cum... and my honey are all mixed together... Mmmmm, I'm getting so full of you, Sweetheart... I wonder how much I can hold." "I have a feeling we're going to find out." "I hope so." I sat up in the seat to stay close to her. I cupped one of her wondrous breasts and nursed on the swollen areola and puckered nipple as she moved. I murmured as I sucked, "Open your thighs a little, Darling,... and let me lick the luscious juices on your sweet love lips." She sighed when my attentions shifted from her breasts to the tingling center of her lusting sex. My milky honey was oozing out to mix with her sweet juices. I licked and kissed and laved her tenderly. I stuck my tongue into her wantonly gaping vagina to find a bit more of our love mixture, and licked back up between her labia to flutter her eagerly protruding clitoris. She whimpered. Her erect clitoris made it clear - Dorothy was loving our loving. On my lingering trail from my Lover's vulva to her sighing mouth my hands smoothed over curving hips and feminine belly to cup and knead and squeeze her most beautiful and bountiful breasts. My lips found both nipples and sucked and nibbled and pulled until Dorothy's vulva was undulating in sensual response. One of my hands left a breast to caress her labia. Two fingers teased their way into her warm center and my thumb fondled her clitoris. I continued to nurse on her breasts until she whined and moaned through the sweet shivers of a lovely little spasm. I hugged her to me and kissed her lushly. Between kisses I sighed, "Darling, your precious loving place is so beautiful... and pink and wet with our juices... and you taste sweet and loving." She was sighing too, "I taste us on your lips... and your cheeks are wet." She kissed and laved my cheeks, "I feel so warm and glowing... and so loving and sexy." She hugged and squirmed closer and then reached between us to find her penetrating Admirer. "Oohh, Darling.... mmmmm... you're getting nice and hard again. When you're loving me,... and it makes you hard like this, I feel so sexy. And it makes me want you to... you know." "I know... me too... that's why I get hard." "And that's why my clitoris is sticking out so far." Her lips brushed mine, "Lover?" "Mmm hmmm?" "Before you... fix my stockings, I'd love it if you'd make love to me again... with my wonderful, stiff penis." "Mmmmm, I'd love to be in you again." I kissed her lushly and softly, "I wasn't sure you'd want me so soon." Dorothy sighed and hugged me close, "I'm feeling so warm... I'm feeling like wanting you in me all the time." She kissed me lushly, "Put your sweet cock in me,... and fuck me." The four-letter description of my penis and the "f" word seemed to slip out unexpectedly when Dorothy was deep in lust's wonderful grasp. She lay down and opened her legs sweetly. One leg went behind me against the seat. I leaned down and kissed her clitoris lightly and eased between her lovely legs until Dorothy found my ready penetrator and nudged it onto her eager clitoris. From there it found its way smoothly, nudging down through her moist labia and finally into her warm, slippery tunnel. "Darling, you're a beautiful lover. You feel warm and loving inside." I eased in to my hilt. My scrotum was pressed into the bottom of her bum cheeks where her love juices had dribbled. I could feel the tip of her cervix. "Am I too far in you?" Dorothy flexed her vagina to squeeze me and squirmed her groin in a wonderful dance of love, the beautiful motions of avid loving. "No, Darling... you feel wonderful... Oooh... Nnnnhh. Push your hard cock way up... uhnn, hard in me. Oh, Alex!... I'm cumming... Uhnnn... I love this... so much." She was warmly beautiful during her orgasms and languidly lovable after them. Increasing surges of affection stirred in with the overpowering lust I was feeling for my darling lover. After her gorgeous spasm Dorothy relaxed and seemed to be warmly enjoying our rich coupling. She continued to be wonderfully lubricated. While I ecstatically moved in her she hummed and then whispered, almost shyly, "Darling?" "Mmmm hmmm." Now sighing, "Am I really making you feel wonderful?... Am I really being a good lover for you?" "Sweetheart... I've never felt this wonderful before. I've never felt so close... making love." I squirmed and thrust and enjoyed her luscious, loving warmth. "Your sweet Precious Place is very loving.... My penis has never felt this wonderful.... And you're very loving... I've never felt this affectionate... or close... or wonderfully joined. All of me is loving you... and I feel you loving me." Her smile warmed and her eyes glowed. She came again. I sensed that the sex in her marriage was much different than this, and that she needed reassurance that what we were experiencing was really as wonderful as it seemed. Then the truly believable reassurance, "It's your beautiful loving that has kept me hard... and let me cum in you so many times.... You're wonderful." The center of my passion was thrilling and swooning but was approaching its zenith with slow sweetness. I gently but urgently plunged and withdrew and each plunge softly rocked her relaxed body. Sometimes I withdrew until I could tease her clitoris with caresses of my glans only to eagerly plunge again. She enjoyed little mini spasms from time to time. In response to my plunges Dorothy's lovely breasts - so softly generous - rolled and jiggled and swayed lazily where they lay relaxed to either side on her chest. Her sweet moans and whines and the glow in her eyes spurred my passion. I was in a loving heaven. I slowed to a less vigorous, easy sliding in and out and in and rested on my elbows to kiss my sweetheart. I murmured on her lips, "Your breasts are beautiful... swaying in rhythm with our loving." She sighed, "They feel so good.... They're very sensitive, and when you're pushing hard in me... and moving me, I like the way they feel when they're swaying and rolling with my body... Mmmm, yes... like that." Still on my elbows, I supported the side of each breast with a hand and began to lovingly knead and squeeze. She brushed my lips with hers and went on, "But that feels even nicer... feed on me, Lover." My lips found a saucy nipple. Sliding through the rich butter of her loving vagina was bringing me to the threshold of my moment. Making love to her breasts seemed to take me across. The swoon began under my glans and surged down my length to my deepest root. There the wonderful throbbing and pumping began. I sucked avidly on a pert and puckered nipple while the surge throbbed back up my length and pumped out the end - deep in Dorothy's sweetness. I left the nipple to moan, "Oooo... Darling... uuhhnnn!. She was squirming again and whining, "Uhnn, Lover... I feel it... mmmmmmm... me too... uuhhnnn... Fuck me, Darling" I returned to suck the excited nipple and plunged and withdrew and plunged and squirmed until my Lover moaned and quaked and clutched me in her. When our moments quieted I eased down to lay partly beside her. We kissed and nuzzled and caressed until my softening predator slipped out of her loving place. Dorothy whispered, "I feel so warm and affectionate, Darling.... That was wonderful." I kissed the nearest nipple and then her lips. Quietly I said, "Your precious loving place makes me feel things I've never felt before.... You caress me in your warm, liquid glove with such affection that I feel the thrill of my orgasm all over my body." "Mmmmmm,... I want you to feel wonderful... so you'll want me again." A series of soft, lush kisses and then, "I'm feeling lush. Do you still want to feel up my legs?... Oops! I mean smooth and garter my stockings?" I gave her a mock slap on her bottom, "You rascal! Of course! I want to do both of those things." "Lecher." She was whispering with her lips always touching mine and her hand was caressing my loving penis. "All the way up my legs... and thighs...and where I'm pink... and oozing for you?" I felt my sated predator twitch. It wasn't sleeping. "Mmm hmmmm, especially... all the way up to your precious, pink loving place." We didn't seem to want our lips to part. Her voice became a little thready, "And I think... it would feel... wonderful... if you would... kiss my legs... like you kissed me before... " Lips still touching, "You mean like... when I took your panties off?" "Mmmmmm... yes... like that." She went on, "I hope I can make your - my - sweet penis nice and hard again... so when you've done everything you want... with my stockings... and felt up my thighs... and kissed and loved my... you know,... then you can... have your way with me." She bent forward to lovingly kiss and lave my penis, "I'll be so ready." I groaned, "You're an irresistible tease.... I'm adoring you." "And I'm adoring you... I love being with you like this. Help me take off my dress, Lover... I want to be naked for you." I slipped the dress from her shoulders and laid it over the front seat back. As she moved about her breasts swayed and quivered - teasing me. I grasped and squeezed them lovingly and kissed and sucked. "Mmmmmm, Darling, you can hold them for me... so they don't sway so much... while I get my legs... ready for you." She sent me an air kiss and then she sat sideways on the seat - moving back against her arm rest. I lovingly cradled her luscious melons all the while. She laid her legs in my lap and then lifted them for a moment and whispered, "Slide closer to me." I moved so that my hip was snuggled under her thighs. She lay her legs across my lap with her knees bent and her thighs discretely parted and sighed, "Please fix my stockings now. Lover." Her loving hand found my stiffening penis brushing happily into her nearest thigh. I gazed at her legs and softly caressed them. She still wore her high-heeled pumps and her ankles and calves and knees and thighs were gloriously stunning. The stockings were a darker shade and where they met the alabaster skin of her upper thigh the effect was inspiring. I carefully unfastened the garters on both legs; and then adoringly smoothed the stocking up the luscious curves of the first leg and let my hands continue up the smooth skin above her stocking top. When my hands reached the lush upper thigh she raised and opened her thigh a little further. Then, with her hands on my arms she encouraged me to feel and caress higher on the smooth alabaster until she squirmed while my hands made love to her hip and tummy and soft under-thigh and bum - and finally her wondrous moist, pink Precious Place. We looked longingly into each others eyes and, while her hands coaxed and guided my loving hands high in her creamy nakedness, she sent me little air kisses. "Oh, Alex,... I'm feeling so...," a hesitant whisper. "... Loving...?" "Ummmm hmmmm... very loving... and very loved... full of sex." Our lips came together, brushing, lushly merging. Our breathing was excited. "You're making me feel so sexual... and I'm loving our sex.... I love the feeling of your hands all over me, enjoying my body... and making me want to fuck you." I was becoming consumed with passion, "Darling, your stockings and legs and thighs and skin are so beautiful... feel so wonderful." I kissed her lushly and then softly while I caressed. When my hands were high on her thigh I caressed softly on the lovely roundness near her puffy labia and whispered on her lips, "You have the most beautiful thighs, and here,... where they guard your precious pussy,... they're soft and warm... and smooth... they tempt my cheeks and lips." She murmured into our kisses, "Darling, I'm glad. I love your hands loving me... and your lips kissing me... my thighs and my hungry pussy." She kissed me richly and whispered, "I'm glad you think of that part of me... as precious. Your stiff penis is precious too." Her tongue pushed and danced with mine and then, "I think our precious places... are going to love each other a lot." I moaned into our kiss. Dorothy whimpered when I fastened the garters, abandoned the first leg and began caressing her other leg. Again her hands urged my hands higher and when they caressed further up near her hip and bum she raised the leg further and, when my hand was on the creamy inside close to her special place, she squeezed her thighs together and flexed her wet vulva into my hand in a sweet, wanton motion of sexual desire. She was irresistible - I cupped her dripping pussy and gently squeezed and whispered, "You're very precious." Dorothy groaned passionately into our kisses. "Sweetheart, I'm feeling so very hot, and full of sex.... So hungry to make love again." She brushed my cheek with her lips and breathed into my ear, "You're doing such a good job... (a soft, wet kiss)... with my stockings... and everything. You're making my pussy feel so nice. I can feel my juices dribbling out." Her vulva rhythmically squirmed into my loving hand. And her loving hand had my penis in a state of near-ecstacy. "Darling?" "Mmmm hmmm?" "Open your legs so I can lay between them now." "Mmmmm, yesss Darling." I moved to make room for her and she slid to lay down and opened her thighs. Her breasts stood proud but softened from their pert shape and relaxed beautifully each to its own side. Wishing the back seat of the car were a bit roomier, I lay down between Dorothy's stunning legs while she sent me encouraging air kisses. Finally I rested a cheek on the smooth white softness of a thigh and nuzzled her vagina with kisses and a probing tongue. "Oohh, Aaalexx." When my cheek was nestled into her she opened her thighs a little further, flexed her vulva gently, and held me close against her for a moment. She was gasping, "Mmmmmm,... your sweet lips...," was all I heard. My lips pressed into her more firmly when I kissed and nibbled and fluttered my tongue on her clitoris. She moaned softly. Her beautiful pussy was very warm and wet, and the scent of her sexual arousal captivated me. I kissed and snuggled in her inner thighs and my fingers slid through her precious lips to love their way into her lusciously oozing vagina. I licked her thighs and bum cheeks and the area below her vagina where her juices had leaked. When my tongue teased her anus, she whimpered and twitched. Finally, I raised my lips to her nipples and neck and cheek and her lips - croaking in a sighing whisper, "I'm very hungry now, my eager penis wants..." And before I could finish, "I know what your eager penis wants,... it wants to fuck me," and with her gentle hands she guided me to her loving place. I slipped in with a luscious gush to be wrapped in a wonderful oozing, buttery vaginal glove that bathed me in lush warmth and coaxed me deeper until my corona kissed her cervix. "Oohh, you're so deep... in me so far." My voice was husky with passion, "Your Precious Place is very beautiful... and your love lips are pink... and wet... and kiss my lips and fingers sweetly." I kissed her lips and went on, "And now they're cuddling and loving my... swooning penis." She was breathless, "Mmmmm, I love your swooning penis... and your loving hands and lips... when you were kissing me... Oh, Darling, none of this has ever happened before.... It's so intimate." She nibbled my lips, "I never knew this kind of... closeness and affection." "I can't resist... you are so beautiful... and when you let me love you... your thighs... so close to you... mmmmm." Our lips traded long sweet kisses and her hand felt down between us to feel me squirming and sliding in and out of her thrilling pussy. At the bottom of each thrust and in the midst of each squirm, her excited clitoris thrilled against my pubis. She lifted a breast to coax me back to her nipples. I took both breasts in my hands and lifted them to my lips. She placed one of her hands over mine and helped me squeeze and knead while I sucked and kissed and lightly bit. Finally I raised my lips again to hers and moaned quietly into a luscious kiss. She murmured, "Oh, Alex." I cupped her cheeks in my hands and kissed her softly, "I adore you, Dorothy." Her undulating pelvis thrust into me. She sighed, "I know..." and then moaned in a thrilling quaking orgasm. She looked hauntingly beautiful in the glow of her thrill. She quieted to gentle undulations and softly hugging thighs. She nuzzled my cheek and neck and moaned each time a good feeling shivered through her. I moaned into my Lover's neck, "Ooh, my Sweet Dorothy". My hands caressed and urged their way over her hips and thighs and helped us move in our loving dance. I could feel my penis beginning to send its message and returned my hands to love her relaxing, soft melons. I lifted them up from their beautiful laziness and squeezed both nipples to my sucking, nibbling, feeding lips. My Lover sighed, "Ohh, Darling... squeeze and pull... uhnn... Honey, pinch my nipples... Oohh, please fuck your cock in me so hard and cum in me!" Her orgasm was something special. Her whole body quivered and her tummy and pussy shivered around my throbbing, squirting penis. Her use of the four letter words told me how deeply she was lusting. In any other circumstance such words would be completely out of character for my sweet, loving Lady. We lay quietly, exhausted, hugging and moving affectionately until our breathing quieted. I whispered, "Darling, you made me cum so hard... I was so deep in you... you're wonderful." "I know, I could feel you throbbing." She relaxed her legs from around me. I sensed that she might want to sit up. I rose and helped her. When my softening penis slipped out of her she said, "Umm, now you're dripping wet, Sweetheart." She reached behind us and got a tissue from the box on the back window ledge. "Let me dry you off a little." She dabbed our combined love potion from me and wiped herself. "Thank you, Darling." "Mmm hmmm." She leaned down, cradled my semi-soft penis in a hand and kissed it - first softly, then wetly. When she sat up again she said, "Please hold me close." I kissed her and leaned back sitting sideways in the corner of the seat. My legs were open, one crooked up on the seat. She sighed sweetly, "I wish we could snuggle in bed right now." "Me too." She curled up in my lap with her bum resting on the seat between my legs. We snuggled together, her head on my shoulder kissing my neck, arms around each other, enjoying the feeling of sensual closeness. Hmm, the snuggling in bed idea was compelling. We were roused from our snuggling by the sound of Bob's car starting. His door opened and he got out but remained standing beside his car looking toward our car. Dorothy left my lap for a moment, opened her window, and put her hand out. When he knew we could see him he waved goodbye - letting us know they were leaving. Dorothy waved back to acknowledge that we understood. Thoughtfully, he didn't come back to look into our car and talk to us. Under the circumstances, that could have been quite embarrassing. Dorothy rolled her window back up and sounded hesitant when she sighed, "I guess they're leaving." Bob slowly turned his car around and drove away. She came back to my lap, kissed my cheek and murmured, "Do you want to go too?" I watched her move, she was beautiful and utterly feminine. Her lovely breasts swayed heavily. I kissed her softly, "I want to stay with you." I looked over the front seat at the clock on the dash - it was going on eleven. "But... do you want to go?" I gently hugged her closer but avoided sensual touching in case she had misgivings. She too looked at the clock and then softly said, "No, Darling, I'm so comfy right now... " She snuggled more closely. We kissed softly, then lushly and our hands caressed and stroked. The time didn't seem like a problem for either of us and neither of us was interested in returning to the outside world. But I was still fantasizing about snuggling in a bed, and I wasn't comfortable about us being alone in this isolated place. For a while after Bob and Jan drove away there was no conversation and little movement - just luscious kissing and caressing. I was naked and Dorothy was very naked except for her garters and stockings and we were nestled together as close as we could be. I couldn't remember ever being so aware of soft, feminine nudity against my own - or being so aroused by my own nudity and the intimacy of being together like this. Although we were far from houses and people and no one was in sight, being naked together in the car - out in public - no doubt heightened the sensation - and the sexual excitement. Finally I broke the affectionate silence, "Are you warm enough?" "Mmm hummm." And then moments later, "Well, maybe a little chilly." I reached for my shirt laying over the front seat and draped it over her shoulders. "Thank you." And she kissed my cheek. My arm returned around her back (under the shirt) to hold her close. My other arm was loosely cuddling in front - sometimes my hand stroked her cheek - sometimes a lovely, hanging breast, or just lay in her lap holding hands. Then a germinating idea kind of popped out of my mouth, "Let's go where we can snuggle... in a real bed." "Honey, how can we do that? We can't go to your place, and we can't go to mine. Jim might come home." "We passed a really nice looking motel on the way here. Let's go there and spend a couple more hours snuggling in comfort." "Oh, God! I've never done anything like that." "Me either... but I'd love to right now." I brought our lips together and kissed her with soft affection. Soon her lips were responding with warm sensuality. And then, "Mm hmm, I'd love to right now too." One last kiss and, "Let's get some cloths on." She gave me my shirt and reached for her dress. Her under things went into her purse and soon we both were buttoning buttons. Back in the front seat I started the car while Dorothy finished most of the upper buttons on her dress. The drive to the motel didn't take long but I drove carefully because of the distraction of Dorothy's lovely legs. Her dress was open nearly to her groin and my hand was drawn to the soft warmth of her welcoming thighs. She was sitting very close and kissing my cheek while her fingers lowered my zipper and slipped inside to comfort me during the forced hiatus of our transit. Our sensual temperatures were rising swiftly and we were thankful when the marquee of the motel came into view. When we drove into the motel driveway it still looked as nice as I had thought it was, and we were in luck - their "Vacancy" sign was lit. I was a little nervous and self-conscious signing for the room, but in a few minutes we were in the middle of our cozy nest hugging and kissing in naive excitement. This sudden and intense relationship with Dorothy was an entirely new experience for me. I had never been promiscuous and I couldn't imagine making love to someone unless I cared for her. After our love-making I had some very strong feelings of caring and tenderness. I tried to avoid thinking of the possibility of being in love - that was a complication that seemed beyond that with which I was presently equipped to deal - but it was the only reasonable explanation for the strong affection I was feeling so soon after wonderful lovemaking and several orgasms. In the midst of our romantic activity a deep discussion seemed inappropriate, but I wanted to reassure her about the sincerity of my feelings. "Sweetheart?" I began unbuttoning her dress. "Mmm Hummm?" She began unbuttoning my shirt. As I undid the last button and opened her dress I began, "I want to tell you how I feel... it's just that I have never been like this with anyone before... and I've never felt this much passion for anyone before. And now, besides a surprising... resurgence of desire (my penis was no longer semi-soft but was firming again) I feel a wonderful tenderness and warmth for you." Her eyes softened and warmed. "Oh, Alex," and she kissed me... softly, warmly. Her luscious nakedness squirmed close. I went on, "Our being together like this... is against most people's rules... including mine... until tonight. I guess what I'm saying is you... we... are very important to me." She didn't let me go on. She covered my mouth with hers. We kissed warmly and wetly and held each other close for several minutes. Working on my belt and zipper Dorothy said very quietly, "Darling, I've never been like this before... or with anyone else either. I felt things with you tonight... I've never felt before." She finished, "I know this is... against the rules - my rules too... but," she covered my mouth with hers, "if you want me... like this... I want you very much." We were breathing heavily again and the feelings of lust and hunger were obviously consuming both of us. "Sweetheart, I want you so very much... and I'm having that stiffness problem with my man thing again." We were still standing in the middle of the room hugging. My shirt was open and my trousers were around my ankles. "Mm hmm, you're poking my tummy. Before you have your way with me I need to use the bathroom." Dorothy snaked a hand down between us and grasped my now very hard penis. "Keep this thought." She picked up her purse and went in. While she was busy I hung my shirt and trousers up and turned the bed down. She was in the bathroom a little longer than I had expected. I heard the usual water sounds of tinkling, flushing, and then much washing. When she came out she was a thing of beauty; she was carrying

her dress, her hair was combed out in soft waves laying on her shoulders, and she was still wearing her garter belt, stockings and heels. My penis had begun to wilt in her absence, but came to life at the sensual vision coming toward me. I quietly gasped, "You are absolutely, irresistibly beautiful." "Thank you, Darling." She came close and kissed my cheek. "I think I need a minute, too." "I hope you don't take as long as I did. I'm hungry for you." I did what I had to do and then decided to ‘freshen up' my private parts. With that idea I thought I knew why Dorothy had taken so long. The suspicion was confirmed when I discovered the damp wash cloth. On a romantic whim I decided to use the same cloth with the vague notion that I'd be sharing some part of her. When I came out Dorothy had hung her dress up and was posed seductively on the side of the bed. Her stunning legs were crossed and she was leaning back on her hands so that her amazing breasts were proudly pert and inviting. Her eyes and mouth were softly flirtatious. I was naked and almost limp again, but her beauty reversed that condition. I sat down beside her, took her in my arms, and she melted into me. Our kisses began softly with flirting tongue tips. Hands began to feel and caress. I was drawn to a breast and relished the soft, heavy roundness and proudly puckered nipple. Dorothy found my newly stiffened penetrator and stroked and fondled for a few moments and murmured into my lips, "You've been making love to me... so much... and you've come in me so many times. How can you be so hard again?" While she lovingly stroked me she kissed me and whispered, "I'm so glad you are.... I'm soaking wet again... and I'm so hungry for you." "Making love to you is all I can think about," I murmured back. "I've never gotten hard again like this before. But I'm so hungry for you... and you're so very loving... and I have such tender feelings for you." We were kissing. Through our kisses, "Oh, Alex, me too...." Our hands continued to be busy. "I hope I'm not making your Precious Pussy... sore?" Our kisses continued and she murmured on my lips, "You're so sweet... but I want you... again and again. Feel me, Darling,... and see how wet I am." She uncrossed her legs and opened her thighs. My fingers trailed through her welcoming labia. They were slippery and puffy with excitement, her vaginal entrance was oozing. "You can make love to me again and again... I'm so wet... I love making love with you." "You're wonderful... I feel like I'll be hard for you all night." "Mmmmm, I hope so." She kissed me wetly, "Would you like my stockings off? So I'm more... naked for you... and so I can feel your naked skin against my thighs... when they're hugging you... while you're making love to me?" My lips were soft on hers and then brushing her cheek, "You look very sexy in stockings and garters... mmmm, your legs... and thighs are so beautiful... warm and smooth." I nuzzled her ear and kissed her cheek, "But I'd love to feel your naked thighs hugging around me... and squeezing me closer." I caressed and smoothed up and down her leg and back to her gently curving hip and snuggled. "Can I take them off for you?" She smiled and sighed, "I'd love it if you would... your hands do such loving things." She straightened one leg out and languidly ran a hand down to her calf and slowly up the inside to her thigh in a beautiful tease ending with finger tips grazing her labia. "Mmmmmmm, I'm feeling very sexy." She returned her hand to my hardness, "And you're feeling very sexy." My fingers caressed up her thighs, "Very sexy, Darling." She parted her thighs again and my fingers traced over their inner softness. "You're so lovely, so very beautiful... even when we're making love my eyes drink in the wonder of all your beautiful parts." My eyes followed my fingers over her loveliness. My fingers adored their way through her lush, moist labia. I caught the scent of her perfume and knew that she had added a hint of it to the freshening of her nether parts. "Mmmmm," she flexed her vulva lightly. "The way you're looking at me now, Lover?" Her thighs closed and opened. "Mmmmm hhmmm." She moved a little away from me, put one leg behind me, and leaned languidly back on her elbows to pose her lovely body, "What do you see?" "Mmmmmm, your swollen, pink, wet love lips." I stopped for a moment to kiss her naked thigh. "And your sweet little - Hmmmm not so little - clitoris poking out of the hooded place it usually hides. Darling, your... Precious Pussy is very beautiful." I was nearly panting, "I see a very beautiful... and loving... pussy." "Ohhhh, Lover, You've made my pussy very loving. It makes me feel so sexy... when I show it to you... and when you love it like you do... with your eyes... and your hands. It made me feel so sexy when I let you look between my legs... and see my panties. It made me want to open my legs further... so you could see more of me." "When you were... snugging your stockings?" "Mmmm hmmm... I wanted you to kiss my thighs again... and hug close to my pussy." She stroked my arms and hands while they caressed her. "And when you did... I wished we could be alone somewhere." "Like this?" "Mmmm... yes, but I never dreamed it would be so wonderful." "Darling, I wanted you so much then... I wanted to undress you... and love you all over." I caressed up her thighs and my fingers slipped between her labia and my thumb brushed over her clitoris. She squirmed her vulva softly into my loving. "I love your legs... and your beautiful pussy... I nearly swooned when you let me caress your legs... and kiss your thighs and your panties." "Mmmmmm, I loved how your penis got so hard... and it was poking my thigh... and I was getting so hungry for you... I wanted your hands to be... more naughty in my panties... Oh, Darling,... I was getting so wet." "Mmmmm, and then I did.... I was so close to you... and I wanted you so... and I had no more resistance." I slid up between her legs and we hugged and nuzzled and kissed. She sighed, "That was so... wonderful... I knew..." "You... knew...?" "Mmmmm... I thought we might..." "But then... when we were bowling I was afraid we'd never be together again. I wasn't sure how you felt." My lips brushed her cheek. She brought our lips together and whispered on mine, "You were so sweet... in the parking lot... after bowling. I was afraid you'd want to go home." Her legs hugged around me. "Ooh, noo!... I wanted to be with you... I wanted to make love to you... so much." "And then you did, Sweet Love." "I nearly came just looking at you... when you sat down on the back seat. And then when I entered you... it was heavenly." "Mmmm, yeesss... I thought I would die I came so hard... It was beautiful." She muffled a moan into my neck when I circled her clitoris again and slipped my fingers in and out of her vagina, which was slippery in anticipation. She kissed me and whispered, "Aaalexx, help me with my stockings... I want your wonderful, loving cock in me again, fucking me. I want you to fuck me with your gorgeous cock." "Your cock, Lover." "Mm hmm, my cock. I promise to take such good care of it." Dorothy lay back with her head on a pillow. I unfastened both top garters and then caressed my way between her thighs to reach and unfasten the others beneath her. Dorothy moved and lifted each leg in turn. She sighed, "Your hands are so gentle." With each change in position those beautiful, wet love lips moved and parted and pursed making sweet liquid sounds... like wet kisses. "See how my pussy wants you?" Her juices we beginning to ooze down to her bum cheeks. "Uhhnnn, yesss," I uttered - overcome again with a surging tenderness and passion. "Your luscious pussy.... I heard your wet, loving lips." I returned to caressing her labia. My fingers were slippery from her nectar. Dorothy whispered, "I heard them too. They were kissing you, Sweetheart. You made them... feel so nice... when I opened my legs... and you were feeling up my leg...I could see you... looking at me... at my pussy... and I felt your penis get harder and poke my leg... and I'm so hungry for you... for you to put it in me... and do it to me again... and cum in me... Oh, Honey! My garter belt... my stockings. Hurry!" I unhooked the garter belt and lay it on the night stand beside the bed. Caressingly I stripped each stocking down its lovely leg and thrilled at the curving, soft beauty. Her stockings joined the garter belt and her shoes went to the floor. When her legs were naked I lovingly caressed up each one. When I reached her Precious Pussy, one hand cupped her vulva and I whispered on her lips, "Your legs are so beautiful... and they feel wonderful. I'm glad you let me help with your stockings.... I love them without stockings." She breathed in return, "They're naked for you, Darling,... for when I'm hugging you with them... and when you're loving me... with your stiff penis... deep inside me." Fingers trailed through her labia and brushed her clitoris before my wet hand left her vagina and cupped her breast so that I could feed on her again. She moaned. I breathed against her nipple, "Your breasts are wonderful to squeeze and suck on." "Thank you for taking such good care of them. I love it when you hold them - the way they hang down... and rest in your hands. And when you squeeze and pull my nipples... and suck on me... it sends tingles... down to my pussy... mmmmm, yes, like that." When both nipples were puckered and pink from my sucking I left her breasts and slid down to caress the inside of each leg up to her thighs and crotch and back down. Her smoldering eyes adored me and she blew me an air kiss. Her soft breasts were relaxed to each side of her chest, roundly full and luscious. My eyes... and my lips... were drawn to the creamy utter softness of her inner thighs and the intoxicating aroma of her sexual juices and the hint of her perfume. Her labia were pink with excitement. I partly lay between her legs and kissed my way up her thighs to her love lips. Dorothy languidly sighed, "Uhhhnn, Honey! I love your hands on me... feeling me up and caressing all over... telling me how hungry you are... and knowing you want to be in me." I feathered her inner labia and whispered, "My eyes and hands adore you... My hunger for you aches in me and grows, and my penis throbs and needs your loving pussy." Whispering, "Mmmm, I love where your lips are.... Knowing how hungry you are is making me very wet." "I'm kissing your wonderful, warm, Love Lips," I replied with my lips kissing and sucking her vagina. "Oh!... Oooh,... Daaarling!" (My tongue had just brushed her clitoris.) "I... never.... Oh God,... your lips... and hands... fingers... Oohhh... Darling!" My mouth was on her clitoris and my fingers were in her vagina again and my other hand was loving a breast. Her hands were now holding my head to her vulva and my hand to her breast. She seemed to be drifting deeper into a heavenly lust-filled state. Dorothy felt and tasted heavenly and I was beyond retrieval in adoring excitement. Her naked thighs hugged my head and then opened again to thrust her love lips into my mouth. I removed my fingers and devoured her lips - my tongue laving between them into her vagina - French kissing her luscious, oozing loving place. I couldn't imagine how her husband could have ignored her Precious Pussy but it was obvious that he had. I sucked and laved her labia and teased her inner lips and sucked and fluttered an eagerly protruding clitoris with my tongue. Her tummy and thighs shivered with mini-cums. We both were at the edge. We were in a sensual fever. "Oohhh! Your mouth... making me... cum!... Uhnnnn!" Suddenly her pelvis came alive - quivering and pressing into my face. Dorothy's hands held my head against her vulva while she fucked my mouth. Her gushing love honey flooded my mouth and chin - almost ejaculating on me. I sucked and drank and watched her being overcome by the intensity of her thrill. The moment was so intense I nearly came myself. I softly tended to her Precious Pussy and caressed over her hips and tummy and breasts while she recovered and quieted. After a few more moments she breathed, "Oh, Alex,... make love to me now!" "Mmmmmm, Sweetheart,... I'm so hard again... throbbing for you." "I know... I feel it... so hard... so hot against my leg. Please... in me... I want you inside me!" In one fluid movement, accompanied by expectant whimpers, I moved up kissing her breasts on the way. Her lovely thighs were invitingly open. Her hands pulled my excited penis to her gaping center. Her vagina was flowered open, eagerly agape, and was so wet again that I slurped in without pushing. "Oooooh, Darling, your cock is so stiff and hot again... so wonderful!" We both were happily surprised at my recovery. "I'm going to be so full of you." I murmured back. "You're making my penis... feel wonderful." "Mmmmm, I want to make it feel even more wonderful." She wrapped her beautiful legs around me and began an erotic dance of love. In a few moments she breathed into my lips, "It felt so wonderful when you were... when you were loving and kissing me... down there. You make me so wet... I can almost feel my juices squirting out of me!" Her voice was sighing and her eyes were soft but questioning. "No one has ever loved me like this before,.... but it feels so good to have your head between my legs... and your lips on me. I can't help cumming. You make me cum so hard, Darling." We were moving in a gorgeous rhythm, cuddled together. I had cum in her so many times and Dorothy's love honey was so copious that our combined juices were oozing out around my thrusting penis and drenching my scrotum and her crotch. The liquid, slurping sound as I slid in and out and around was erotic. "I couldn't resist, when you opened your legs and I looked at your beautiful thighs and... the loving lips of your Precious Pussy... they were sending me kisses... and I wanted to kiss them back. Your pussy is very beautiful... and the honey of your love tastes wonderful." "It feels wonderful to have you between my legs... and to have you... inside me... in my pussy. Oh, Darling, I love it when you're fucking me." Her voice was breathlessly loving. To hear her use the "f" word was erotic. I felt shivers in her tummy and thighs - she was having a lovely series of passionate spasms. With that my pelvis, with a mind of its own, began again the slow thrusts. Sometimes I pulled almost all the way out and circled the head of my penis around the opening of her vagina. Dorothy's vulva and pussy began again too. With my hands and lips caressing all parts of her between increasingly passionate kisses, she hungrily hugged me closer with her beautiful legs. Her creamy thighs warmed mine. Except for the moments when I squeezed my hand between us to fondle her breasts, we were merged as one from top to bottom, moving in a slow, enchanting, single-squirming-body. While I was hugging her close to me I slipped a hand down under the cheeks of her bottom and helped her tilt her vulva into me so that her clitoris was mushed against the top of my penis and lower groin. She groaned her approval and wiggled back and forth as we thrust. In a few moments Dorothy shivered and shook in another deeply consuming orgasm. She smothered groans and screams with her lips on my neck. My passion hadn't subsided but, because I had already come several times, my control was infinitely better. The inside of Dorothy's vagina was surrounding my penis like a soft glove of warm pudding. She was flowing heavily and I was in ecstacy. As we groaned and sighed and hugged and squeezed in our long loving, Dorothy continued to cum and cum. Her pelvis and thighs seemed to be continuously quaking in rapture. She screamed and groaned and kissed me again and again. I was in heaven. We shifted positions and when she was astride me or lying on me I loved sucking and fondling her gorgeous, hanging breasts. Finally I gasped, "I'm going to cum in you again." "Oh, yes! Please," she whispered. "Get on top of me, Darling, and do it hard... and deep in me. Oh, God! I want you to squirt your cum in me so much. Fuck way deep into me... Oh, Honey!" We rolled once more so that I could be on top and thrust hard into her liquid pussy. I began pumping harder and faster creating a rhythm for her rolling, quivering breasts. She began moaning in grunts timed with my thrusts and finally groaned, "Oh, Honey,... Aahhnnggh! I'm cumming... so harrrd... Oh! Your beautiful cock... fucking my cunt... Darling!" Her pussy spasmed, her liquid vagina grasped my throbbing penis and her tummy quaked and her thighs shivered. I came hard. My toes curled. My penis convulsed. And then we lay quiet and loving. Finally she said, "Darling, you were so deep and hard inside me. I've never felt so hungry and so wanted before. And I've never cum so hard... and long... and often. When I'm in your arms and your hands are all over me I feel warm and wonderful. And when you put your... your beautiful cock inside me I can hardly stop cumming. Honey, I came so much!" With that she merged closer into me, if that were possible, and hugged me in her sweet thighs. Even though we both were spent, I was still buried in her and she would occasionally squeeze her velvet glove. I was supremely happy in Dorothy's arms. We lay quietly for a long time and confessed how wonderful we each felt. It seemed we had emotionally blended together. I was still inside her - miraculously half-hard. Every few moments one of us squirmed lovingly into the other. In a little while she said, "Darling?" "Yes?" "When you were loving me... down there, were you looking at my pussy?" "Uhm hmm. When I kiss and suck on your pussy, I always look." "Do you think... I look... alright?" "Sweetheart, your love lips are full... and passionate... and beautiful... and I adore kissing... and sucking your loving vagina... so pink and eager and wet with your love juices... and it kisses me back... and bathes my lips... and your clitoris sticks out to tease me... so firm... and saucy. Your pussy is very erotic and beautiful." "When I felt you looking at me... it made me hungry... like I was showing you how much I wanted you to... fuck me. And where I wanted you... to put your beautiful cock." "Your pussy is very inviting," and I emphasized my passion with a special thrust and squirm even though I was only half-hard. "Your pussy looked like it wanted to... kiss me. I think your pussy... likes to make love... and I think it likes to fuck, Darling." She smiled warmly and murmured into a kiss, "Since you first started making love to me tonight... my pussy suddenly loves to fuck, Sweetheart.... My pussy loves to fuck you." She pulled me close with her hands on my bum, squeezed her legs around me, thrust into me, and kissed me deeply. "And I like to open my legs... and let you look at my pussy... so I can make you hungry... and make your penis hard... and so you can see where I want you to put it." "Just looking at your legs makes me hard... and looking at your pussy... makes me want to fill you with my hard penis." "Uummm, then I'm going to let you see my legs and pussy a lot." We kissed and loved each other with our hands while we stayed locked in passion's embrace. I tried to lay partially beside her so I wouldn't be too heavy. She lifted a heavy breast to my mouth and my lips and tongue made love to her nipple, sucking and kissing. My hands thrilled at the feel of her legs as I caressed them from hip to knee sweetly hugging around me. "I'm tingling again... down there... Sweet Love, and I'm still naked for you... and dripping for you... and ready for you." Then Dorothy murmured into our kiss, "I think I feel you growing inside me again. You didn't get soft after you came in me the last time, and now I can feel you twitching inside me!" With that she began to move her oozing wetness against me. The sound was erotic. And again I began involuntary slow thrusts. This was a slow and affectionate loving and soon she gasped, "Oh, Honey, I'm having little cums. I feel so wonderful.... I feel you throbbing in me again. Ummmhhh." And we kissed. And I could feel her vulva and thighs quiver. My penis felt wonderful when it convulsed but I doubted there could be much left inside me to ooze into her. After we lay for a while languidly kissing and caressing, we each began to sense it was time to go home. "I don't want to leave you but I think we'd better go," she said. "I know," I moaned. "I wish we could go home together." "I know... me too." She sighed and kissed my nose a peck. "We'd better clean up a little." I reached for some tissues on the lamp table and handed her a few. She opened her legs and looked at the accumulation of love juices in her crotch. "Wait." I said softly. And I put my hands on her creamy thighs, bent my head to her pussy and said, "You smell so good and taste so sweet I want to kiss your warm and loving place just once more." I sucked and licked and kissed. I was gentle with her clitoris because I knew it would be very sensitive. When I licked and kissed it her tummy quivered. She moaned and held my head to her. When I finished all that remained in and around her sweet pussy was the moisture from my lips and tongue. She took my cheeks in her hands and kissed me and whispered, "That was sweet. Thank you, Darling. Now we don't need the tissues - she took my penis in her hands, leaned her head down, kissed it, and then briefly took the glans between her lips and gave it a wet, sucking kiss. When she let it pop out she said, "Uhhmm, I've never done that before tonight... but I love your penis so much." "You're very loving, Sweetheart," I replied. She looked up at me with loving eyes and a soft smile and took me in her mouth again for a sweet caress of tongue and lips. She took me all in and savored the love juices she sucked from around my softening penis. We reluctantly got out of bed and retrieved our clothes from the closet. While I put my undershorts and trousers back on she began buttoning her dress. I said, "I'll get your purse so you can put your panties and bra and stockings on." "No, Darling. I'll leave my under things in my purse. I feel nice... just like this." She reached over to squeeze my penis and bent to kiss the head. Mmmm, this wonderful lover was... so good to me tonight... I'm so full of your cum." With loving hands she eased it into my under shorts. Before she had her dress buttoned all the way I reached in and lifted each breast for one last kiss and suck of her nipples. "Will your lovely breasts be alright without a bra?" "As long as I'm with you I know they'll be well cared for," she smiled, sent me a kiss and finished buttoning. When we put ourselves back together we sadly left our ‘loving room' and got in the car. While I drove toward her home Dorothy undid a few buttons and sat close to me and hugged my hand high between her warm, damp thighs. Occasionally she reached over to caress my half-hard penis through my trousers. With her head resting on my shoulder she said, "I'm glad you like my legs." "I love your legs." She kissed my cheek. "I think I'm..." "Mmmm hhmmm," she cut me off. She unzipped my fly and reached in to stroke my awakening penis. She unbuttoned two more buttons and spread her skirt open so that almost all of her legs were revealed. She kissed my cheek again and said, "I can't believe the way I feel... I can't believe I'm sitting next to you with my skirt open... your hand on me... my hand on you. I'm so shy about my body... and about sex... something happened to me tonight. I love how we are together." I pulled over to the side of the road and took her in my arms. We kissed lushly, honestly. My half-hard penis was growing stiff again and Dorothy pulled it out of my fly and bent her head to kiss it. With her hand hugging my arm and another continuing to hold my hard penis, I resumed driving - my hand loving her thighs. She hugged her thighs together to hold my hand on her naked loving place and whispered, "Uhhmmm, I like it when you're feeling up my legs... I get so wet...and you get so hard." After a few minutes I said, "After tonight there is another beautiful part of you that I love to be close to... and... you know... besides your legs." "Yes, I know, Darling." And she snuggled my hand closer to her pussy. "I think maybe... when we're going to be together... putting panties on may be a waste of time." "Mmmmmmm." We had come to a stop street. She put her hand on my cheek and turned my head for a kiss. I hugged her and our hands were busy. We started kissing goodnight parked in her driveway. The kisses were lush and loving. Her skirt was still open and she was still caressing my reviving penis. "Darling, I've never liked to be... naked... with anyone before... not like this... I always felt... too exposed... (pause for kisses) and when the sex was over... I wanted to rush away... and clean myself... and cover up. (more kissing) But tonight... with you... I wanted to undo my clothes... I wanted to undo your clothes... your eyes on my legs... and private parts... made me feel sexy... and made me... (a lush kiss)... made me want (kiss)... you." She broke our kisses for a moment to take my penis in her mouth to suck and kiss and then brought her lips back to mine. "Mmmmm, I love your stiff penis. My pussy feels so nice when you're... in me. Darling, in one night... making love with you... I... came more times...then I can remember in all the rest of... of my times... having sex." We hugged and nuzzled and hands were busy. "I always thought... that was all there was... " Her lips were sucking my ear lobe, "Sometimes tonight... I didn't stop cumming... it was wonderful... I just came and came and came." "I guess you know... I've never gotten hard... so many times before. I've never made love more than once... in an evening. But I just can't get enough of you... I adore you so... and making love to you... and having you want me... makes me want you again... and again." Our kissing was deep and soft and loving. "Oh Honey, I'm all wet and mushy... down there again." She kissed my lips and then murmured into them, "I can't help getting that way... when your penis is so hard... and I know you want me... I just get ready for you... I get dripping wet." "Sweetheart, I want to kiss your thighs just once more - and feel your warm softness against my cheeks." "Uummmm, my dress... and my legs... are open for you." She moved her back against the door and let me unbutton more of her skirt. She slouched down a little on the seat, raised the skirt above her hips, and parted her legs as I nuzzled her thighs. Her labia made their squishing kissing sound as her legs moved and opened. "Darling, your pussy wants to kiss me." "Oh, Alex,... I'm showing you... what I have for you..." I knelt on the floor between her spread legs and nuzzled and kissed her creamy flesh one last time. Then, I couldn't resist, I sucked and licked and kissed her wondrous dripping pussy. She held my head gently as she thrust against my mouth. "You wonderful devil... Unnnnnn." I felt her thighs and tummy quiver when she sighed, "Darling, are you looking at my pussy?" "Uhmmm Hummm, it's telling me... it wants to make love." I rose to kiss her lips and murmured, "I'm hard again. I want to so much. Would anyone see us?" She reached for my penis again. "Oh, Lover," she stroked my hardness. "Uhmm, you feel so nice! It's dark here and it's so late - no one will see. Please put it in me... I'm still so hungry for you... my pussy wants you... I want you." I unbuckled my trousers and pushed them and my shorts down a little and Dorothy and I changed places so she could sit astride me on my lap. She lowered herself onto me and guided my revived erection into her. I unbuttoned the top of her dress and cupped her wondrous breasts in my hands - sucking on her puckered nipples. In rapturous grunts and groans she bucked and plunged up and down on me as I tried to keep up with her thrusting rhythm. In a few moments she uttered a stifled scream and collapsed on me - still faintly thrusting her pussy. At last I felt my own happy spasm. We kissed once more. "I want to be with you again... and again... and again!" I confessed. "I want to be with you like this a lot - as often as we can. My... pussy will be so hungry for you. Please let's be together soon - maybe after work Monday or Tuesday - soon - I won't wear any panties, Darling. I'll be thinking of you all weekend - and wanting to be with you... and wanting to open my thighs for you... and wanting to have your wonderful, stiff man thing in me." "You'll surely be thinking of us tomorrow," I said as we disengaged, "because your Precious Flower will be sore all day." "Oh, maybe it will - but it will feel so good," she said as she bent to kiss my very limp penis. "I'll miss you and I'll be thinking of all of our... loving tonight." I pulled my trousers up, put myself in order and then helped Dorothy finish buttoning her dress. We were quiet during the process and for a few moments afterward. We were looking in each others eyes and seemed to be saying things to one another without speaking. Finally I took her hand and said very quietly and with the warmth I was feeling, "I've never felt this way... with anyone before. I've never been in heaven before... but tonight I've been in heaven with you. You're so very loving... and I have very strong, affectionate feelings for you. I'm so glad tonight happened." I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed it. Dorothy brought her hand from my lips to my cheek and caressed it. Her voice was breathy, "I've been in heaven too... a wonderful, affectionate heaven. No one has ever made me feel like this... or loved me the way you have. I've never wanted to be a seductress and invite loving... the way I endlessly want to seduce you. I've never wanted to give myself before... the way I want to give to you... I never before have wanted to make endless love. I'm glad you feel the way you do... because I feel that way too." Our parting kiss was soft with affection. We moved apart and she squeezed my hand, opened the door, blew me an air kiss, and walked to her porch. She was gone but the warmth of our night together would linger on for a long time to come. I waited for her to get inside and blink her porch light. On the drive home I wondered where this was going and how we'd deal with it. I didn't have a clue. I also wondered how on earth I had managed to achieve an erection that many times in four hours - and still want more; and how a conservative, sexually shy woman could so quickly become so loving, open and full of desire. The answers might tell me something about my marriage - and about the way I felt about Dorothy... and probably couldn't be explained without the invisible magic of pheromones.

Our friend Marlene is a wonderful woman who is very sensual, and very sexy. I had often thought of making love to her, and she figured in my wife Kay's and my fantasies. We had often talked about making love to Marlene, but nothing had ever come of it, so after several years of friendship, I kinda' gave up, although Kay and I still talked about it. Marlene is a home care nurse, so she is always very touchy, and very loving, so I guess whenever she was cuddly with me or Kay, it always seemed to fit in with her personality, and we took it for just friendship. Marlene, had lived with a guy Mark. We thought he was a jerk, so when they split up about three years ago we were very happy, but what Marlene did next surprised us. There was this attractive, but jock type girl Caroline, who worked in the office of the unit where Marlene was based, and they moved in together! I would never have guessed that Marlene was attracted to women, despite her being very touchy feely with Kay. Kay's slightly bi tendancies now came out more in our fantasy talks, but I was, I guess less sure.However because we were so close, our times together were very intimate, and we started to talk more about our sexual desires. Marlene and Kay especially talked about women making love to other women, and I commented how natural I thought it was. The problem was that Caroline was jealous of our relationship, and always was there, or calling when Marlene was over, so we actually saw very little of her any more. So our talks never went anywhere, and we gradually saw very little of our friend. About six months ago Marlene and Caroline split up, and although we knew it was a sad time for Marlene, we were so happy to be seeing more of our friend again. The other cool thing was that all our sexy talk just grew and grew, and we were in a constant state of arousal when Marlene was around. We went out lots together to movies and dinner and the occasional dance at our club. Last Halloween we went to the club dance and were all feeling a little crazy, Marlene was dressed like Wonder Woman and Kay was dressed like an old time villian. Towards the end of the evening Kay started to dance with Marlene and the guys were teasing asking Kay if she was going to tie up Wonder Woman and have her way with her. The girls played along and it was all good fun. I thought that the girls were really gettting into it, but nobody else seemed to notice. When we left they had their arms around one another and Kay was kissing Marlene's neck, but it still seemed all part of the act. When we got in the car Kay asked Marlene if she wanted to stay over, and Marlene simply replied "Yes!" My cock went immediately hard, and I knew that someone's fantasy had a good chance of coming true that night. We got to our place and Kay immediately put on some music ansd started to dance with Marlene. It was a slow dance and they were holding one another very close. Then Kay took Marlene's face in her hands and said, " I have wanted to do this for over five years". She then put her mouth on Marlene's and they started to kiss. They opened their eyes from time to time, but never broke the kiss, and their costumes seemed to just melt away. I was transfixed, and as I stood there touching my cock through my pants, and feeling it become rock hard, these two women of my desire became naked and sank to the floor in front of me. It was as though Kay had made love to women all her life. The two of them caressed and kissed each other's mouths, their necks, their breasts. It was incredible to watch Kay suck Marlene's nipple and see her arch her body in desire, and pull Kay into her. For the first time Marlene noticed me while my wife seemed oblivious to my presence. She took Kay's nipple in her mouth, and slid her fingers down to Kay's pussy while she kept her eyes on mine. She then alternated between Kay's nipple and mouth while her fingers fucked my sweet wife's pussy. She gradually slid down Kay's body, opening Kay's legs more so that we could both see the response of Kay's body. Kay's body was trembling and she was softly moaning. Marlene would look at me then look at Kay's pussy and fuck her even faster with her fingers. "Would you like to see me suck her?", she asked. All I could do was nod. I didn't know which one was turning me on more, Marlene the sensual seducer or Kay whose lust seemed to overflow, so I just stood there stroking my cock. I was still dressed so it was like watching some incredible sex show, except these women were real and the passion was very, very real. I almost came as Marlene licked Kay for the first time. She still had her fingers in her pussy and was able to fuck her with her fingers while she lashed her pussy with her tongue. It was incredible. Kay's hand came down to Marlene's pussy, and as Marlene spread her legs I saw her pussy ready to be fucked for the first time in our home. It was so beautiful and so different from Kay's. Marlene turned to me and said, " I have dreamed of this for as long as I have known you both, I feel like I want to fuck you both and fuck forever." Kay spread Marlene's pussy lips apart and for the first time noticed me and smiled."It's even better than I imagined Darling. I'm going to suck her for a while, and then I would like it if you would join us." The two of them seemed to ooze into a sixty nine position, and as their bodies undulated in passion I could hear and watch the sounds and sights of tongues and pussies as they fucked one another with their mouths. Kay came first and the Marlene followed with an orgasm that went on and on. Kay slowed her pace and took her fingers out of Marlene's cunt and sensually licked all around her pussy. This seemed to spur Marlene's speed as she pistoned her fingers in and out of Kay while her mouth devoured her pussy. Kay soon sped up again and her body started to heave and she let out a scream of pleasure and came harder than I had ever seen before. Marlene's orgasm seemed to reach another crescendo, and she too came hard. I could see the stain of my cum on my silk pirates costume, and I started to laugh, thinking how ridiculous I must look still in a silly costume with my straining cock pushing my fake wooden sword to the side. Coming out of their lovemaking the girls noticed what I was on about. They both laughed, and Marlene said "I think you look great in that costume, and I thought you looked very handsome tonight, but I think you'd look even better out of it." Then Kay turned naughtily to Marlene and said "We can both play with that other bigger looking sword he's got hidden in his pants!" As I started to undress the girls started stroking one another's hair, with their legs interlocked and their pussies touching, and as they watched they gently kissed and their bodies slowly moved against each other. It was almost too much, and when I finally got my clothes off I could see that my cock was well and truly moist. I moved over and lay beside them, kissing first one then the other and then both together Their lips moved down my body in a trail of gentle kisses until they had had my cock in their mouths, licking and sucking with loud slurps as I felt my cock swell to bursting. I knew I wouldn't last long, and so I told them so. "Don't worry darling," said Kay, "it's your time. We want you to enjoy this as much as we have, and I think Marlene loves your cock as much as I do." She then took my cock deep into her throat while Marlene cupped my balls gently in one hand and stroked Kay's face with the other one, while she looked into my eyes. It was too much, and I knew I couldn't hold on, so I said "I'm going to cum!" As Kay quickened her pace Marlene said simply "Please?" and Kay passed my cock into Marlene's waiting mouth. If it was possible for my lust to increase, it did. Marlene never took her eyes off me, and as I exploded into her mouth she kept sucking while Kay milked my balls. It was a feeling of such pleasure I cannot describe it. Then as I lay down I looked at these two sexy women and realised the wonderful thing we had shared. Marlene had a little tear in her eye as she said, "I have never done that before Tod, and I'm glad it was with you." We all hugged, and felt all close and loving. The gentle kisses that we shared soon grew into more sensual ones, and as Marlene started to caress my cock, I felt it grow with her touches. " Are we going to do this again?" I queried. "I guess so," replied Marlene as she sank her mouth onto my cock and it shot to full size. Kay started kissing me and whispered, "I want to see you fuck her Tod, I want to see your cock in her cunt." She then mashed her mouth into mine in complete and utter lust. Kay bent down and kissed Marlene just as passionately all the time saying between mouthfuls "Fuck him Marlene, fuck him, let me put his cock in you, I want to see you fuck, I want to see his cock in your pussy." This was a side of Kay I had never seen in all the years we had been married, and I realised just what a sexual being she was, and it completely set me free. Marlene and I started kissing, while Kay licked and sucked us both. My cock felt harder and harder, and Marlene got up and poised her beautiful nether lips over me, teasing me while she looked in my eyes. Kay was touching us both and kissing Marlene's breasts and tweaking her nipples. Then Marlene sank down on my cock and I felt like I was home. Kay was very much a part of it as she touched and kissed both of us wherever she could get at. She then asked Marlene to turn around and I had the experience of my life. As I looked at Marlene's sexy back and arse and she pumped up and down on me I felt Kay's mouth start to work its magic on my cock, and I could feel Marlene go into sexual overdrive as Kay's tongue lapped at her clit. It was magic. Kay was playing us like an orchestra and fulfilling all her own desires at the same time. Once more I felt my cock swell to what felt like an incredible size, as I heard first Marlene and then Kay voice their pleasure as they both came. Kay started to talk to me as I began that journey where I knew I was going to cum. "Fuck her Darling, your cock looks so beautiful and her cunt, oh I just want to lick it and suck it and fuck it." This started to turn Marlene on again, and she started to buck harder, then screamed at Kay "Kiss me, oh please kiss me". Kay knelt up, sat astride my legs and rubbed her pussy on my thigh as she leant into Marlene's mouth. Their moans were smothered as their mouths fused together. As my seed spurted upward, I felt wonder watching these two creatures loving one another while they satisfied my pleasure. We collapsed in a heap and just lay there looking at one another, no one saying a word. Kay broke the spell by asking, "Oh! did I offer anyone a drink?" Marlene and I started to laugh, and Kay queried quite seriously, "What are you two laughing about?" My darling may be an animal when it comes to love making, but she's a lady when it comes to company, especially after she's got her rocks off. Several times I have been to an arcade and when a guy would stick his cock through the glory hole, I would stroke him, Sometimes even put my lips on his cock for a few seconds, then lose my nerve and either finish stroking him off by hand or just let him go. Finally, after many years, I was in one of my favorite places, although it had open booths, no one seemed to mind that someone might be watching as they stroked their cocks. As I sat on a chair watching a video and rubbing my crotch, through a small hole in the wall about the size of a half dollar, I could see the guy in the next booth stroking his cock. It looked so good that I put a finger through the hole. He saw my finger and rubbed his cock against it. I stroked him as best I could with two fingers. A short time later, he reached around the partition and tapped my shoulder. As I slid the chair back he stepped close to me with his beautiful erection in hand. I reached out and began stroking him. Soon he asked if I didn't want to taste it. Without answering, I leaned toward him and licked his cock head. There was some precum on it and the taste made me want to taste more. I was sitting where everyone in the place could see me and I was very uncomfortable. I told him I couldn't do it here. He suggested we could go to his car. That didn't seem like a good idea either so I declined. He left soon and then I did too. I thought about that chance for several weeks, wishing I had taken him up on his offer. The next time I went there it was with the determination that if I got another opportunity, I wouldn't hesitate. There was no opportunity that time but the next time while I was in a corner booth with a good view of everyone's back, I noticed a man in a booth on the other side of the room stroking and now and then looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching him. As he would turn to look, I would get a side view of his hard cock. I was getting hornier and hornier thinking how nice it might be to wrap my lips around it. Finally, the next couple times he looked around, I looked right at him as I licked my lips. I did that a couple times before he motioned for me to come across the room. Thinking this might be the opportunity I needed/wanted, I tucked myself in and crossed the room. There were only a couple other guys in the room and I had seen them there before so I didn't think there would be a problem. I walked up to him and he asked if I liked what I saw. I wrapped my hand around his cock and began stroking him as I told him that it was beautiful. I had only stroked him for a minute when he told me that if I wanted his load, I had better get in position or he was going to shoot it on the floor with all the rest. I had to decide fast or lose out again, I knew he was getting close, so I went to my knees and stroked him one more time before I took the head of his cock in my mouth. He was groaning with the pleasure of it and soon told me that he was about to explode. He asked if I wanted it in my mouth. I didn't answer, I just kept sucking. He exploded in my mouth and I didn't think he cum was ever going to stop coming. I had to swallow some or it would have run out the corners of my mouth. When he was done, he thanked me and asked if I had liked it. As I stood back up I told him that he was the first that had ever cum in my mouth, that I wasn't sure how I felt about it. He told me to think about it and if I wanted a repeat, that he would be there again next payday. I returned the next Friday at about the same time but he didn't show. The next week I was there again and he was waiting in the book store. He came to me and asked if I was there for desert again. I told him that I was sure I'd like that. We went into the arcade area and each took a booth. As we watched our videos, it started out about like the last time, except there were more guys there. Maybe six in all. As he watched his video and began stroking his cock, I looked around and really wasn't sure if I wanted to suck him in front of that many men. I finally gave in and crossed the room to him. I stroked his cock much like the time before. When I told him I thought there were too many people there, he told me not to worry, that he knew a couple of them and the rest of them were regulars. I went to my knees and began licking his cock, soon I was sucking him like before. He was ready to explode in about two minutes and without asking if I wanted it in my mouth, filled my mouth with another sweet load just like before. His cum tasted so good I was wishing I could taste it every day. When I was done licking him clean and about to stand up, another guy stepped forward and asked if I would like a little more. I looked up at John. He told me to go for it it I liked, that Jim was a friend of his and would also love to get his load off. I looked up at Jim as he stroked his half hard cock and told me that If I didn't like it, I could stop at any time. I looked around the room and there were a couple other guys watching the goings on. I had seen both of them before so was more comfortable. I reached up and grasped Jim's cock and began stroking it. He wasn't rock hard yet. After a minute or so, I parted my lips and licked his cock head. As I circled the head with my tongue, it tasted like pre cum. I took some of him in my mouth, I could feel him getting harder and he was already moaning with the pleasure I was giving him. Soon he was thrusting, fucking my mouth. I thought It was very exciting, sucking off two guys in a row while there were others watching. A couple times Jim placed his palm on my forehead and asked me to stop, that he didn't want to cum yet. I would pause but I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. After a couple pauses he started thrusting harder and faster. Within seconds, his cum erupted into my mouth, flooding it with his sweetness. He moaned loudly as he gave me each spurt. His cum tasted as good as John's and there was more. When he was finished and I was licking him clean, he thanked me several times as he told me that I could suck his cock any day. I was happy that he enjoyed it because I had also. Before I could get to my feet, another guy stepped up and asked if I would also like a taste of his. He said that watching us had made him so hard he was about to explode. I told him that I had to get off my knees. He slid a chair toward me and as I sat on it he asked again. I thought, what the hell, I might never get another opportunity like this. I had already swallowed two delicious loads of cum, why not another one. As he opened his trousers and lowered them a little, I noticed that he was wearing what looked like panties, silky smooth and no opening in the front. He pulled them down in front to expose a somewhat short but quite thick cock. I leaned forward and licked it like I had done the others. As I wrapped my lips around his swollen cock, John told me to enjoy Pete's cum, that it was always sweet and plentiful. I wondered how he knew but dismissed it as I continued sucking Pete. Within a couple minutes Pete was delivering his sweet and copious sperm into my waiting mouth. Like John had said, there was a lot of it and it was very sweet. I held much of it in my mouth to savor the flavor. After he had softened and withdrew his cock, he asked if I would be interested in sucking him on a regular basis. After swallowing the last of his sperm, I told him I would think about it and let him know next Friday. Long story short, I met John and Jim on a regular basis and sucked them off in front of others for over a year. I took Pete up on his offer of a regular thing and I have been visiting him at his home once or twice a week for 3 years now. I sometimes feel like I have won the Lotto. I dreamed of the first time that we would meet. The things I would say to you as you approached me for the first time. How I'd feel the moment you wrapped your arms around me and held on to me so tightly that I could barely breathe. The electric shock I would feel at the first caress of your lips on mine as we kissed tenderly, hungrily. Oh how I longed for you at that moment when the earth stood still and we were the only people in the universe. Tangled in an erotic web of sleep, sensuality and desire you came to me and stole my most secret thoughts and made them your own. Every day spent with you seems like only seconds in an eternity without you. My mind, my body, my heart never get enough of you. I ache for you in a way that's indescribable anguish. I crave you, the taste of your flesh on my tongue filling my senses with the most tantalizing texture and aroma. In my dreams you taste salty and sweet all at once. The male essence of you, the sweet tang that is uniquely you invade me and consume me with a need and an unyielding desire that can't be imagined. My hands tingle with the need to feel your body as the aroma of you wafts towards me. To touch every inch of you, feel you warm and willing under my hands would be heaven in it's self. To hear you moan and pant with desire would be music to my ears. Feeling your hands on me, your arms around me would be a dream come true. You made love to me so many times. Weaving a tangled web of passion and desire. Mixing emotions with exquisite visions in my head as your words drifted to me. I touched myself, thinking of you, my body reacting to every part of you. Hands sliding over my body to touch the secret places I wanted you to touch me. My fingers dancing over my body, making me moan out your name and yearn for you even more. Begging, pleading with you in my mind, in my heart. Touch me, love me. I need to feel you on me, in me so badly. I'm consumed with a desperation like no other before. I need release. I need you to be a part of it. My hands slide lower and the heat in my body builds. I imagine it's you slipping inside me instead of my fingers. I imagine it's you that I'm holding inside me, caressing, my walls clinging to. I move within myself and with every stroke, I feel you moving in me. You throb and pulse inside me, getting harder and harder. My fingers are flying, dancing over my most intimate treasure as I seek you. My body is alive with electric current. I can surely feel your hands running over me. I feel the tips of your fingers as they brush against my nipples. I gasp and arch my body into you. I'm liquid with desire. My pussy dripping, flooding, dewey and pink and moist with need for you. I cry out, my body shaking, my muscles contracting. I scream. Oh how I scream for you, long, loud screams that I wish so desperately you could hear. My body trembles with want. I want to feel your sweet, succulent cum jetting inside me. Bathing me, warming me with all that you have to give. I contract again, crying out even harder at the thought of you filling me up so completely as only you can. I writhe in passion and in pain as want and lust combine to overtake my senses. You lift me higher and higher right to the edge and I go crashing over. Naked, spent, relaxed, but still with a yearning in my heart and body that still aren't satisfied. My body has a mind of it's own, and without realizing it I bring my fingers to my lips. I slide them inside, wanting so badly to taste the mixture of our cum, but tasting only mine instead. I lick them clean, savoring every drop of my delicious cum, wishing so badly that I could kiss you with the taste of me on my lips. Dreaming of sucking our juices off of your hardness as you lay spent and panting. The hunger for you doesn't end. It lingers and builds. Mounting in fresh waves it washes over me again and again. I gasp in awe and shock as I cum again, this time without even touching myself. Only you do this to me, you devine, devilish creature. I curl up to my pillow. A glow of release and sweet sweat covering me. I drift off with the feel of you still inside me. Dreaming of you, wishing and hoping for the day when you're here with me. You, my lover, my dream, my heart. On and on I dream. Awake or asleep. I dream of you. You're there ingrained in me. My head, my heart, even my body that you've never touched with your hands. They all bare the mark of you. You've branded me. I'm yours. Take me.

Alice stumbled slightly, and leaned up against a locker as an ocular migraine flashed inside her skull. "C'mon..." she whimpered, tapping her temple with the heel of her hand "not now, Not today." She was no stranger to pulling all nighters. Maybe sleepless nights had finally caught up with her, Maybe it was all the caffeine. No matter the reason Alice was fading fast, and if she wanted to make it to her history final in one piece she would have to hurry before the ground fell from below her feet. Footsteps all around, voices blended into one, she was so close to getting to her seat and taking a quick nap. "Alice!" someone cheerfully called from behind her in a barely recognizable voice "Are you ready for the test?" Alice turned to the voice "Emma?" she asked as the blurred figure came into view "Yeah... yeah I think I am." "Oh! Woah..." the figure said poking Alice's cheek "You don't look so good". Alice went to lean back against the lockers but missed with her elbow and slipped, though she was quickly caught and righted by the cheerful student. "I'm fine, Emma... great... good" Alice said as she recovered and stood up straight although still visibly wobbly "Good enough" "You look like you are going to faint, are you sure you are okay? I got something out of the vending machine if you need a quick dose of sugar" offered Emma. "I think I'll be okay, thanks though... could you walk with me to class?" Alice said, steeling herself for the short thirty second walk to the test room "Just in case..." "Course" Emma said with a smile, turning Alice around and taking a hold of her arm. They walked together and were almost there, the door was in view. If Alice could just sit down at the desk she knew she would be fine. "Huh" said Alice, perplexed "I feel like I am... floating..." The last thing she heard before he skull cracked against the tiled floor was her best friend screaming her name as the dead weight of Alice's body slipped through Emma's arms. Lights, blue masks, hurried speech speckled with perplexed questions. A dream that lasted minutes, days, hours, seconds? Unimaginable pain, ripping, tearing, blinding. Screams, crying, raised voices and hushed whispers. A blend of terror and confusion topped with fog that left Alice unsure of reality. Just what had happened. With a guttural yell that resembled a roar Alice awoke, straining at the thick straps that ran across her body. Her eyes were wide, gown soaked in sweat, every hair on her body raised, every sense heightened as if she was in a fight for her life. "Alice! Wait! Calm Down!" Soft hands grazed her face and hair, familiarity easing her tension until only confusion was left replacing animalistic reaction, and unthinking terror. "It's just me, Emma" the voice said "Just turn you head to me, you're okay, you're okay" Alice's muscles unwound as she stopped straining against the straps and turned her head to look into her friends big hazel eyes that were tearing up and fear stricken. "Please, please, just go back to sleep" Emma said with an odd intonation as if talking to someone who wouldn't respond or couldn't hear. Her voiced cracked, showing signs of sobs held back. "Em?" Alice said through parched lips, thousands of unconscious questions lined up "What's going on? Why are you crying? Wher-" "Oh my god! It's you! I mean you're awake!" Emma squealed, both joyful and surprised "Holy fuck you, are, awake!" as she jumped a hip onto the bed and leaned in to hug her confined friend. Alice groaned, her sore muscles whimpering at the weight of her friend "Ouch... I hurt all over" her surroundings where slowly materialized in her consciousness, condensing into understanding "I am in the hospital aren't I?" Emma gently pulled away, brushing some loose strands of hair from Alice's face, nodding as she stared into her eyes, briefly showing confusion before putting on a fake smile "I think we should get a doctor in here, they didn't know if, uh... when you were going to come to" "Ms. Areli" The doctor addressed Alice while half-heartedly looking at some data on a clipboard "It's good to see you awake, how are you feeling?" "Fine, sore..." said Alice before pausing "but at the same time I have this odd feeling, I can't quite describe it" "Could you try?" asked the doctor "Honestly we are having a hard time figuring out what exactly happened to you, any insight into what you are feeling could help" Alice did her best to come up with an explanation "I feel hot...?" "Hot" the doctor said as he glanced up from the clipboard and pointed to the diagnostic machine that was attached to Alice by wires "Like a fever? Your temperature is normal, is there anything else?" Alice wracked her brain as she tried to pinpoint just what she was feeling "Maybe not hot but..." but her desire to continue the thought faded, replaced by embarrassment. "Hm?" the doctor prompted. "I feel... aroused" Alice said quietly unable to meet the doctors eye. "I am sorry Ms. Areli, I didn't quite catch that." Alice blushed deeply "I feel Aroused" this time more forcefully. "Ah, sexually I assume" he said as he wrote a quick note on his clipboard "is that unusual? Are you not usually a libidinous person?" Alice became a touch defensive at the doctors casual attitude and held a frustrated tone on her tongue as she said "No! I mean... even if I was, I just woke up in a hospital and I am tied to a bed, it's not the sexiest situation" "Well you never know these days, people get turned on by just about anything" the doctor said causing Alice to look down "But I will note that it significant, not quite sure how it will help us though" The doctor asked a few more questions but didn't get much out of her. After deeming her well enough he unstrapped her from the bed, and explaining that she had been seizing quite severely. She had even outpaced the antiepilectics, and was restrained to keep her from harm. He told Alice they would monitor her for the night and would be discharged in the morning. After he had left a nurse entered with dinner, surprisingly the worst part about the food was that it was boring. Alice then turned on the TV and watched a show that she swore she had never even heard of before and sank into shallow sleep pitted with covertly sexual dreams. Alice woke to a pointed pain, like someone had scooped out her eyes and replaced them with tacks. Relief came quick as it only took a few blinks for the pain to ease to a buzzing dryness. She was incredibly thirsty, like all the water had been drained out of her. Alice hopped out of bed to fill her cup from the on suite sink. She filled it twice and drained it in seconds, gasping for air and wiping her lips with the back of her hand. It was at that moment that she caught her own reflection in the mirror. Alice examined herself with a confused expression. She was no dog before but her mousy looks weren't the type to turn heads on a regular basis. As she examined herself she noted subtle differences. Her skin was unblemished and almost glowing, her lips seemed fuller than before, eyes bigger and lashes longer. It wasn't as though she didn't recognize herself, but that the reflection looked perfect, almost photoshopped. The subtle changes, an improvement one could say, were alarming. One obviously stood out. Her eyes were a different colour, a bright brownish orange that stood out like cosplay contacts. Alice leaned forward and spread her eyelids with her fingers searching for something to indicate that she was either dreaming or being pranked. With nothing to tell her what was going on she sighed and stepped back from the mirror. In a calm state of shock and fog, she noted that she still felt incredibly... hot. "Ms. Areli" the doctor said from behind Alice, startling her and eliciting a yelp as she spun to face him "Just letting you know that my shift is over. It's good to see you up but I won't be around when you are discharged, though I must say you are looking... better" The doctor looked Alice up and down, undressing her in his mind as she squirmed slightly under his piercing gaze. "I... um... thank you?" Alice said awkwardly as the doctor stepped closer "I am actually kind of freaking out, I think my body is changing. Look at my eyes" she said leaning forward and pulling open her eyelids so the doctor could see clearly. The doctor reached forward and lifted Alice's chin with his hand. He moved almost too close for comfort and stared into her eyes "Mmmm, a beautiful colour don't you think Ms. Areli" moving his thumb gingerly across Alice's lips and inching his face even closer to hers. Alice blushed, her whole body heating up, an uncontrollable lust like she had never felt before rolled in like a summer wind. She unconsciously moved closer to the doctor, pressing her body against his, brushing their lips together. The doctor smirked and floated a hand down to rest on her waist, pulling her against him "I'm not usually one to go after eighteen year olds, but there is just something about you" he craned his head to the side and began to pepper her neck with kisses while nibbling on her ear. Alice gasped and pushed herself harder against him, mewling softly as his lips danced over her neck. She could feel something growing harder, pressing into her stomach as she wrapped her arms around the doctor. The doctor groaned lewdly and slipped a hand under her hospital gown and into her panties, softly groping at her tight hindquarters. "Mmmm" he moaned, grinding his groin into her and growling "It's like I can't control myself around you" Alice was in a similar state, she had never once been this promiscuous, but her body was on autopilot and it knew what it wanted. She moved her lips to the doctors and began to lightly kiss him, closing her eyes as he hooked a hand under her knee and lifted it to his hip. He pushed her against the wall and passionately kissed her. At this point Alice had soaked through her panties and was burning with desperate need. She was wantonly rubbing herself against the doctor's sizable bulge and moaning into his mouth. The doctor broke the kiss "You ready?" he asked moving his hand from her ass to his fly. She nodded her consent. Once he was unzipped he began to kiss her again. Alice in her desperate state quickly moved her hands to his crotch and dug through the fabric for his girthy cock, eventually pulling it free. And there she was soaked to the knees with a strangers cock in her hands. Something in the back of her mind noted the unusual circumstances but every other part of her was aching to be filled. And then like a cock blocking god, deus ex machina called her name from behind the door "Alice!" Emma said in a sing song voice "Just coming to drop off a change of clothes for when you are released tomorrow, make sure you are decent" The doctor let out startled sigh and quickly disengaged from Alice's body, stuffing his cock back into his pants and zipping up. He strode purposefully to the door without even saying a word to Alice and could be heard muttering confusions to himself. Alice was left panting slightly, thoroughly perplexed by the situation but still aching with need. The doctor opened the door to a surprised Emma "Oh! Hi Doc, how's she doing?" she asked only to have her question ignored with a quick acknowledging "Ms. Quartz" from the doctor as he pushed past her and walked down the hall without another word. Emma looked confused for a second but shrugged off the odd behavior and stepped inside to greet her friend. Emma was greeted to the sight of a disheveled Alice with cheeks burning red. "Oh no..." Emma said "You don't look so good... again..." as she walked over to the still bewildered Alice and maneuvered her back to the bed and sat her down on the edge. Emma took the back of her hand and pressed it to Alice's forehead "Oh wow, you are burning up, I am going to go and get a nurse." Emma turned to leave but Alice caught her hand "No, I am fine. I promise. Just a little hot." "Hmmm" Emma hummed, turning back to her friend and leaning over to examine her "If you say so." "Yeah, I am fine. Swear" Alice said her thoughts still swimming in the lust of her encounter with the Doc. Emma looked puzzled and leaned even closer to Alice "Woah..." she said under her breath as she moved a hand up as if to cup Alice's cheek but stopped just a hair shy "Is it weird if I say I never noticed your eyes were this pretty?" Alice unconsciously tilted her head hand nuzzled her cheek into her friends hand. Emma gently stroked her soft skin with her thumb as she bit her lip and moved her face even closer to Alice's. Emma became focused on Alice's lips, inching forward to a soft kiss. Alice closed her eyes and tilted her chin up for Emma. And then suddenly Emma gasped and jumped back. Alice opened her eyes to see a shocked expression on her friends face, red with embarrassment. "I, um, sorry" Emma stammered "I actually have to go, just came to drop you some clothes" as she dug through her bag and set a pile next to Alice. Emma awkwardly went in for a goodbye hug but faltered and ended up just patting her friend on the head while saying goodbye then darted out the door. It took a few minutes for Alice to recover, she still felt a desperate need but couldn't figure out a reason for the events that had just passed. She spun her legs up onto her bed and found a comfortable position on her back. As she stared up at the ceiling, body buzzing, she couldn't help but vocalize her confusion. "What the fuck is going on..." she said before falling into a light sleep. Alice was discharged mid-morning the next day and took a series of buses from the city center to the suburbs. She climbed a steep set of steps to her parents' house, empty for the time being. It was their twenty fifth anniversary and they were two weeks into a three month trip around Europe. They had never been the type to helicopter around their kid and Alice was used to being left on her own but it would have been nice to have someone dote over her after a hospital stay. She didn't do much that day other than catching up on some missed schoolwork and watching TV, but before she knew it the sun had sunk below the horizon and her eyes were getting heavy. Alice walked to her room and changed into some soft pajamas. After her nighttime routine she flopped into bed and mulled over the strange events of the past few days before falling asleep. Alice woke on the floor beside her bed soaked in sweat. She groaned loudly as she moved, her muscles sore from another fit of whatever was wracking her that the doctors couldn't explain. Alice pushed herself up from the floor and stumbled a few times while trying to walk. She didn't feel dizzy per se, it was more of a feeling of imbalance. She peeled her wet pajamas off and tossed them into a laundry basket. She shivered as her sweat soaked skin met the air, goosebumps pricked and pulled at her. Alice walked naked to the bathroom, set on taking a quick shower to rinse off the sweat before going back to bed. The cool wind gently stimulated her nipples and clit as she walked. Moving a hand down to her slit she felt to her surprise that she was nearly dripping with arousal. 'This couldn't just be from the air could it?' she thought to herself unable to explain her sudden spike in libido and nearly constant arousal she had felt since waking up in the hospital. Maybe it was a stroke, she knew that brain damage could cause permanent personality changes. Though plausible the thought freaked her out. She arrived at the bathroom and flicked on a light before moving to stand in front of the mirror. What she saw utterly astounded her. Among many, many, small subtle changes there was something that nearly made her scream. Sitting atop her head were a large set of cat ears. They matched the colour of her eyes and were twitching in the direction of any creak or tap of the house settling. Alice could do nothing but stare in complete shock. So many things ran through her head; that she was dreaming, hallucinating, maybe even high on something from the hospital. Each idea was shot down by the grating clarity that was reality. She reached up with one hand and gently tapped one of the ears with a finger. The ear responded both by flattening itself against her head and also sending an impulse of electrical energy into her brain that told her yes, that ear was definitely hers. She couldn't stop staring, transfixed she moved a little closer to the mirror to get a better view. As she did this a feeling of total exhaustion hit her like a tsunami. In a delirious state she stumbled back but somehow remained upright. Still unable to break the stare at her reflection she lifted her arms up and struck a stereotypical cat pose, hands curled into fists to look like paws. "Mew" she meowed to her reflection before everything went black and she fell to the floor.

This is the fourth chapter of the adventures of Charli, Stan and Lucas. I should have organized in Chapter form, but I didn't anticipate this to be this long. Please refer back to the earlier chapters, all containing the word HAPPENED. I apologize for the inconvenience. Chapter 4 Once Lucas realized that Stan was interested in his story about his sex life, he had to decide if he was going to take things further. Stan's wife, Charli, was a beautiful voluptuous brunette who was taller than Lucas in bare feet. When she put on five-inch heels, she towered over him. Lucas didn't care. Charli worked out and had low body fat except for her double D cups and an amazing ass. Her ass is what black men love: White and just right. The introduction date would either make or break this relationship. Lucas didn't know for sure whether they could go back to being just friends. He had involved them both in what he referred to as a 'half cuckolding'. He had left it up to them to continue or not. His offer was plain: he would take Charli out to dinner and then to his apartment. There, she was going to get to take as much black cock as her white married pussy could. Lucas promised Stan that after that night, he would be a full cuckold. Stan also figured that once they got past the first real fuck, Charli would be so caught up in it that she would have to repeat the act over and over. The stories had to be accurate about the hot white wives and how they craved Lucas' big black cock. Charli was so intrigued that Stan was sure that if he had backed out early, she would have found a way to fuck Lucas behind his back. After they had all engaged in oral sex, it was up to the couple to turn the switch on or possibly off. Again, each was waiting on the other to bring the topic back up. Finally, Stan opened up at bedtime Monday night. "So, Honey what are we going to do about Friday night?" "Well, Lover, you have to tell me what I should do. You are my husband and you need to decide. You have final say. We know everything now. His cock is so freakin' big that you might be afraid he will destroy my pussy. I am not sure that I can fit that big thing in. Are you having second thoughts? We have already committed and had oral sex. Whether you admit it or not, Dear Husband, we have both tasted his cum." "Yeah, I guess it is not much of a question now, huh? I never figured he would just give us a small taste and then kick the ball back into our court." "Yeah, Honey. That cock is so soft, yet so hard in a way. I can hardly describe it. His precum and his cum did taste heavenly. Your cum tastes good to me, but Lucas has a little different flavor. Maybe it was just that his shooting his cum down my throat was so erotic, I don't know. But it was delicious." "Not to mention, Charli, that you came in my mouth like a geyser shooting off. I have never seen you cum that much." Stan observed. "Oh, Baby, it was the good mouth fucking you were giving me." "I bet that was just part of it. So, what happens Friday night?" "Well, if you agree, I am going to get my pussy waxed on Wednesday. I will get my hair done on Friday along with my nails. I am going to take a long soaking bath on Friday afternoon late, then put on some sexy new underwear and a new dress. Slip into my heels and wait for Lucas.?" "Yeah, and I will be left all alone wondering what is happening every second." "Oh, Honey, weren't you listening to Lucas? He said he is going to fuck me so hard that my orgasm the other night will seem like a mere sneeze. I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world unless you want to back out." "No. I just will feel so nervous and excited waiting for you. When will you be home?" "Oh, Cucky. How sweet. But you know that is the role of the cuck. You won't know when I will be home. Or even if I will be home for that matter. That cock might be so good that I will just send for my things." She playfully punched him to let him know she was kidding. Stroking the excitement and advancing the uncertainty seemed to be the opium that the Bull and Hot wife fed the Cuckold. "Lucas just wants you to experience the full range of emotions. Like denial all week. I told you the other night that you are not touching my pussy again until after Lucas breaks me in. And when I finally do come home, I will have his cum in my pussy for you to clean up." "Now do you understand and agree, Cucky?" she asked. "I am so nervous." Stan said. "When I think about it, sometimes my cock gets rock hard. Other times it is soft and I worry about you wanting to leave me." "Oh, god, Baby. You are a wreck. Don't worry, I feel safe with Lucas and we know that he has plenty of hot wives to fuck. I should worry. I don't know whether I can please him. I don't think I could take that huge thing into my pussy. I wonder how it will feel. Will it hurt or will I just enjoy the fullness of it?" Stan's cock was making a small tent in his night shorts. Charli noticed and gave him a cozy little smile. "Well it looks like that little thing is ready for action right now. Remember, no way you touch this pussy before I get back from my date. Whenever that is. And no jacking off either. You are cut off for now. You better not cheat or... That gives me a thought. Promise that you will not jack off between now and tomorrow night. Promise. You hear?" Stan had no idea what she was thinking about. Between feeling worried and feeling excited, how would he know whether he could keep from touching himself. Charli got up and left the room. "I am going to get a drink. This talk is making my throat dry." What she did was go on the internet and order a cock cage for Stan. She selected 'Overnight Shipping', then entered her credit card number. As long as he kept his promise for a day, he would definitely keep it after that. The next day, Stan was a mess. Should he call a halt to this? Who should he tell? Lucas? Charli? But if he backed out now, they would always wonder. Who was to say that Charli wouldn't go behind his back? Lucas did predict that their cuckolding experience would be short lived. A lark to be sure. How would they feel afterward? Would he resent his wife and his friend? That evening with the special delivery tucked away in her purse, Charli waited until after they had dinner. "Honey," she said, "Let's go to the bedroom. I have something that will make your promise easier to keep. I would feel better about this. Let's go." When she got upstairs, she told Stan to remove his clothes. Stan was thinking that he was about to have sex or at least a blow job. She had him stand in front of the shower and applied a generous lather of depilatory cream from is mid-thighs up to his waist. Front and back. After five minutes, she had him jump in the shower and wash off all the body hair. Then she turned off the shower and lathered his pubic hair. Carefully, she shaved every hair off his cock, balls and ass. She even got the last hair around his nether region. His cock was still hard, but otherwise he looked like a newborn down there. Charli had read that the best way to put the chastity device on was after sex. Then the man's cock would be soft and easily placed into the tube. However, she had promised that Stan was not touching her pussy until after she had her date with Lucas. Also, a blowjob was too intimate. So, she ran cold water in the tub and had him sit down. The chill on his balls did the trick and within two minutes he not only looked like a newborn due to his missing pubes, but his little dicklet was so small that he resembled a pre-pubescent young boy. She secured the rings and lock on the chastity device and placed the key on a necklace around her neck. Regardless if she wore another necklace for her date, the key would still hang fashionably between her full breasts. Stan should hope that in the heat of their mating that the key did not sling off and get lost. Wednesday Charli went shopping. She let Stan know that he was not included. What she bought was going to be seen by Lucas. She would probably let Stan dress her for her date, so he would see her lingerie just before she left. She wanted him to be super horny while she was gone and showing him the goods all dressed up would certainly make his little cock try to break out of the chastity device. Friday afternoon, Charli had left their offices early and gone home. She relaxed and had a glass of wine. She ran a hot bath and soaked in her aromatic bath oils until Stan got home. When he made his way up to their bedroom, she called for him to come into the bath. "Could you help me get ready, Honey?" She had him strip off all his clothes down to the chastity cage. She instructed him shave her legs with a brand-new razor blade, then carefully shave her pussy. He was shaking so badly that she was afraid he might slip. "Pay attention to your job, Cucky. Dammit, I can't go on my date all cut up. How would that look?" After he dried her, he bathed her in soft feminine lotion and rubbed it into her skin. She stood before him, voluptuous and naked. When he finished, she walked into the bedroom and opened some sacks. She had him remove the tags from a lacy white thong that was trimmed in plenty of white lace. Next came a white demi bra which did not completely hide her areolas. Her nipples were hard and elongated. Then she had him hold a black skirt with a big slit up the back. Her top was a white ruffled form fitting knit that hugged her upper torso and showed her cleavage. She stepped into a pair of five-inch white stilettos. She wanted everyone wondering what a tall beauty was doing with a small black man when they walked into the restaurant. Charli told Stan to shower after she and Lucas left. He was not to dress, except for his terrycloth robe. She wanted him to glare at his caged cock all night and wonder what the fuck he was doing sending his hot wife off to be fucked while he was locked in chastity. That thing was not getting hard no matter how erotic his thinking became while she was out. Lucas showed up on time. Charli had Stan fix him a drink while she sipped on her wine. Lucas was quite complimentary about her dress. Charli let Lucas know that Stan had helped get her ready for their date. She wanted him to know that Stan was fully in favor of what was about to happen. Stan, on the other hand, was beginning to feel the pangs of jealousy. Just as Lucas had assured him, he was regretting the choice that they had made. There was no way that Stan would stop them now. He had already crossed the threshold. No matter how badly he wanted his wife to call the date off, he dared not speak his wishes. Then they were off. Stan didn't know what to do next. He showered and like a good boy, pulled his robe back on. Each time he took a step or sat down, his cage would remind him that he was a cuckold waiting anxiously while his wife was out having dinner and getting ready for the fuck of her life. He didn't know when she was coming back. He thought about her teasing him that she might not come back. That thought froze him. He had to do something to occupy his time. He had a beer and tried to watch TV. He kept glancing at the clock which seemed to have stopped. His wife was not even at the restaurant and already he was anxious. Lucas and Charli drove up to the restaurant entrance and were met by the valet. As the attendant opened the door for Charli, he was blown away by the long sleek leg swinging out of the car. First one and then the other. Her skirt rode up nearly to her thong. When she stood up, she was above the young valet in height just as she towered above Lucas. The young man almost lost his concentration before he welcomed her properly. On the other side, another attendant opened Lucas' door and greeted him also. Lucas walked around the front of the car and joined hands with Charli. As they made their way to the entrance, the attendants watched open mouthed seeing a towering brunette walking with a short slim black man. They took their time, having drinks and discussing the menu. The waiters were as impressed as the valets. Each one in turn had trouble keeping his eyes focused on the needs of the couple, staring instead at the voluminous cleavage riding on top of her demi bra. When she crossed her legs, her skirt rode so high that it looked a mile from her hem to the base of her stilettos. Plenty of the other patrons, both men and women, seemed to freeze as they focused on this beauty. It took a second for them to realize that she was the date of a small, but good- looking black man. In due time and without haste, they finished their wine and visited lazily about the food, service and atmosphere. The floor manager paid them a special visit and asked if might be of further service to the couple. He seemed more intent on Charli's cleavage than providing more service. They complimented the restaurant and paid the check. Charli looked intently into Lucas' eyes as if to say, 'what now?' He rose and extended his hand to his beautiful date and they made their way to the exit. The valets were treated to another amazing view as they waited for the car. Slinging her legs back into the vehicle, Charli watched the eyes of the attendant as he focused on her charms. She did have a silent chuckle and even noticed a slight bulge in the young man's trousers. When they arrived at Lucas' apartment, Charli noticed her heart thumping in her ears. She thought about her husband locked in chastity, waiting anxiously at home, not able to achieve an erection and trying to imagine what was about to happen to his hot wife. Back at home, the damned clock was crawling minute by minute. Each minute seemed like an hour. What had possessed him to allow his beautiful wife to go on a date with his friend. 'Date, my ass,' Stan thought. 'She is getting fucked in a way that I could never have imagined and I facilitated the whole thing.' If his curiosity had not got the better of him, would their lives turn out differently. While his wife sucking Lucas' cock sealed the deal, this was even more intense. He had watched and participated the previous time. After having that huge cock inside her, what would she think the next time they made love? Would there even be a next time. His blood pressure was giving him a headache and his body tingled all over. How long could this go on? Lucas offered Charli some wine, but she felt that she had enough at dinner. She excused herself and asked for this bathroom. She took the opportunity to give herself a final once over while she freshened up. She made sure her thong set just right on her pussy lips and then walked back into his bedroom. Lucas was still fully clothed and approached her giving her a kiss on the lips. It was very formal and gentlemanly. He held her hands and kissed each one. Slowly he reached his black hands to her top and gently removed the garment. She was topless except for her demi bra and a silver chain with a key on it. No other jewelry adorned her neck. In fact, her wedding ring was the only thing she had worn except for the thin necklace. Lucas helped her off with her skirt and laid it down in a chair. He walked around in back of her and gently unfastened the three clips on her bra. Holding the side of the bra, he moved in forward allowing the straps to slither off her shoulders. As Lucas placed the bra beside her skirt, Charli turned to face him. Her areolas were a perfect shade of pink and puffy with the anticipation of what was to come. Her nipples protruded in elongated nubs, hard and pronounced. Lucas stepped back and admired her body. He had fucked plenty of hot wives. Charli was not second to any of them. He remembered back to his college days, fucking the coach's wife. She had been beautiful also. She just loved Lucas' amazing cock. Now here stood this tall brunette towering over him in her stilettos with only a pretty white thong on. He approached her and held her breasts in his hands. The contrast was intoxicating. Her soft white boobs with the pale pink areolas set off the deep chocolate color of his hands. He thought, 'what a great time to be black'. Political correctness and relaxed sexual mores combined to give the black man the aura of a god when it came to sexual availability and prowess. He wondered if a black man with a very small cock could still influence a beautiful white wife to think she was getting the best sex she had ever had. He kissed each nipple and thereby sent a chill through her whole body. As she relaxed, he started licking around the nipples until they were wet and warm. Then he took each into his lips and sucked them. Opening wider, he engulfed as much of her areolas as he could fit into his pursed lips. She moaned her willingness. He massaged her full breasts as he sucked the tips. Their lips met and Lucas thrust his tongue into her mouth. She devoured him just as she was about to devour his cock. Gently he guided her to his bed and eased her down. Once she was settled, he nuzzled her panties and licked the satin panel. She began moving to the rhythm of his licking. She was now emitting a steady flow of lubrication. Lucas reached under her hips and slowly removed her thong. Sliding it down her legs, he gently brushed his palms against her pale skin. As he lay the thong on his bed, he firmly spread her legs allowing him to lie forward and start kissing her smooth vaginal lips. The butterfly shaped lips were slick with girl dew and she was leaking more for him to lick away. He alternated between kissing her mound and licking her vagina. As he got more movement from her, he started moving his tongue deeper into her honey slot. Charli moaned and her legs straightened signifying her acceptance of his penetration. He pulled his tongue back out and placed the tip firmly on her clitoris. He licked the hardening nub and she had an orgasm. He knew that with each small orgasm, her vaginal cavity was becoming more dilated anticipating the invasion of her massive cock. He moved up and planted a kiss on her belly button then trailed back to her pussy. Now she was ready. As ready as she would ever be. Charli moaned and encouraged him with her hands. He waited. She held his head as he seemed to be stalling. Why couldn't he see that she was ready for breeding? Still he pursued more foreplay until Charli was out of patience. "Oh, god, FUCK ME NOW." That was what he was waiting for. He moved is cock to the opening of her vagina and circled in the wet spot. She mewed and bucked her hips waiting for his penetration. He dawdled more, circling and lubing himself. She was pissed now. She was ready for his black cock and he was playing games. "God damn it Lucas, Fuck Me. Give me that big cock. Fuck my pussy." Lucas thought that if it had been her husband about to fuck her, he could have jumped right in. However, being experienced as he was, he knew that this was going to take time. And the longer it took the more receptive she would be. She was beyond begging for cock now. Now, she was pursuing it. The primitive urges were coursing through her veins. No more proper white housewife. She was a tigress now; impatient to conquer his cock. Shortly she would be wondering why she subjected herself to such pain. And then once he crossed that border, she would experience the most pleasure she had ever had. Stan was trying not to look at the clock anymore. Still, each time he involuntarily glanced that way, it seemed frozen. Was she having second thoughts also? Could Lucas go through with it? What if they were just talking and deciding not to do this to Stan. Surely his wife would think better of it before she allowed Lucas to fuck her. Even if he did fuck her, would he pull out? What if her birth control failed? Oh, god, he thought that would be intolerable to try to decide what to do with the embryo if she did get pregnant. While these dark thoughts were troubling Stan, Lucas pushed his huge member past her slick opening and moved into her vaginal canal. He was firm and steady in his assault. She was starting to strain to take the volume of his cock. Easily he progressed until he was halfway into her. He just loved these first-time white wives. Her pussy was so tight that he was afraid he would have to stop. "God damn, Baby. Your pussy is so tight it holds my cock tighter than fuck. This is some hot white pussy. Relax, Lucas gonna treat this special pussy right." He thrust a little and she came. Her moans were louder now and had more anxiety than pleasure. He could just imagine the first time she took a cock into herself. It was probably a little skinny cock of a white boy. When her hymen ruptured, he bet it hurt. This was like breaking her maidenhead all over again. But better. She was about to find out. He thrust again and bullied his way touching her uterus. She wailed in pain until he started rocking back and forth. Her pain subsided as her vagina expanded to accept the invader. Now he was the dominant one. She was taller. She was gorgeous and strong willed. She had on beautiful white stilettos making her tower over him. Now she was at his mercy and he sunk his cock into her stretched hole. Her vagina clung to his thick shaft. As he pulled backward, the lips of her pussy grasped his cock and moved with it. It was almost like the blow job she had given him the week before; except he was deep into her. He bottomed out. She could not take any more of his length. He could feel the tip of his cock bumping into her cervix with each thrust. Lucas began fucking her in earnest. She began getting wild. "Oh, fuck, fuck, god damn, yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. FUCK ME. YES, YES, OH, Please FUCK ME. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, yesss, oh, yesssss, FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. Fuck me." She had an orgasm. Then another. Then another. He was relentless. He would not let her linger and enjoy the sensation. He fucked her relentlessly. She was cumming on his cock and flooding the bedding with girl cum. After a half dozen or so orgasms, her body tensed. She let out a wail similar to a scream except more plaintive. Her vison darkened and her head felt faint. Her skin turned cold and clammy. Lucas held himself deep into her. Now he would let her enjoy the feeling. She would shake coming down from this grand orgasm almost like the aftershock of an earthquake. She felt like she had experienced an earthquake. He was a master at this, but now his super cock erupted into her. It felt like a volcanic eruption against her womb. Blast after blast of his seed pasted the opening of her cervix. She didn't care at that moment whether he had left her with child or not. It was the fuck of a lifetime. Lucas began to soften and moved off her. She had finally kicked off her stilettos and was completely satisfied. Her pussy was on fire. The thick cum began oozing out into her butterfly pussy lips. She felt it with her fingers. It had the consistency of honey. It felt so good. Her clitoris was raw and tingling. She had to be careful not to bump it with her fingers. Who knew what would happen if the clit erupted again? She wrapped her hand around Lucas' softening cock. It still maintained much of its volume; it just wasn't quite as hard. He placed his hand over her pussy. They relaxed touching each other. They lay this way for thirty minutes until she felt him begin to stiffen again. As she felt the rise in his cock, Lucas reached for her and pulled her to himself. She felt his hard cock on her ass. He lifted her top leg and penetrated her slimy pussy once again. As he began thrusting, she was moving to his motions also. Once coupled again, Lucas plunged deeper and deeper. He rolled her over on her knees and held her while she placed her hands in front. Rotating himself and still coupled with her stretched pussy, Lucas placed himself into position to take her doggy style. He didn't know it, but this was Charli's favorite position with her husband. Stan could penetrate her a little deeper in this position. Lucas didn't have that impediment, but she still loved it as he began banging his cock into her womb. She came over and over due to the size and position of his cock. Finally, she lunged forward and shuddered to another huge orgasm. Having cum already once, Lucas had plenty of staying power. He followed her body down onto the bed and kept himself intact. She was lying where she couldn't respond. It didn't matter. He fucked her furiously for what seemed like an hour to her. She was down and up so many times that she couldn't distinguish her orgasms one from the next. He was pounding her into submission and she was loving it. While this was continuing, her husband was trying to go to sleep. It was after midnight and he was hoping to hear a car soon. Eventually he passed into a restless slumber, but he kept waking up looking at the clock. By four o'clock, he was exhausted. He finally gave up and went to sleep. Then it was light outside the bedroom window when he awoke again. The clock showed 8:00 am. Charli was not in bed. He got up and went to the kitchen. He looked everywhere hoping that she had taken another bed so as not to disturb him. Back at Lucas' apartment, there was no thought of Stan. They had fucked every hour until five o'clock. Her pussy was so stretched out that Lucas had now plunged himself completely into her. He was amazed at how pliable the vagina was. The first time, there was three inches left outside her pretty butterfly vaginal lips. Now his balls were firmly against her pussy. They slept until ten o'clock. Both got up and brushed their teeth and had a potty break. Charli had no makeup left, but she still looked great. When Lucas came back from the bathroom, she was lying on top of the sheets with her legs spread. It was slightly uncomfortable when he first entered her but as their bodies began producing more lubricant it felt better. Not to mention that he had cum in her pussy seven or eight times during the night. How could this man produce so much cum? Lucas mounted her and began slowly fucking her. He was taking her completely and his all night cum session had made her so slick on the inside that if felt like silk to him. His staying power was unparalleled to anything Charli had ever experienced. He was like a one-man gangbang. They fucked until noon off and on. They were both getting hungry. Lucas had some fruit in the refrigerator, so they had a snack and plenty of water. Just for good measure, they fucked in his kitchen. She stood up and he found a small step stool high enough so he could line up to her pussy. It was amazing. They had fucked in every conceivable position. She had sucked his cock several times during the night and he had licked her pussy many times after he had cum in her. Later on, she would think about Stan missing out on a ton of creampies. It was an afterthought, but at least she did think of him. She found her skirt and top. She put her bra in her purse. She never did find her panties but decided that Lucas could have them as a souvenir. This had to be some kind of a world record, so he needed something to commemorate the occasion. Stan had eaten some oatmeal but he had no appetite. He wanted to call her cell phone. He was worried but somehow managed to control himself. Surely nothing bad had happened. He remembered how Charli had teased him about not coming back home at all. He let his imagination get the better of him. Why, oh why had this seemed like a good idea to him? He had handed his wife over to an oversexed black man with an enormous cock. Was it possible that he had injured her while attempting to have sex with her? Could she be laying in a hospital too afraid to call him for help? Would Lucas take care of her if he had indeed split her pussy in half? What would happen now? Would things ever be the same? Finally, around two o'clock in the afternoon, he heard a car pull into their drive. He looked out the window and saw that it was Lucas' car. How awkward would this be? However, Lucas pulled in the drive and Charli got out in her stilettos, skirt and no bra under her top. Her nipples and areolas were entirely visible through the thin material. Her eyes looked tired like she had not gotten any sleep. She came into the house to meet Stan standing near the doorway. Their eyes met. Suddenly Charli didn't know what to do. Stan waited to see what her reaction would be. It was so awkward that it looked like they were both frozen. Charli had to do something, so she smiled and asked, "Did you miss me, Honey?" "Oh, god, Charli, I was so worried the whole time. Are you okay?" "Yes, I am okay. I, uh, well, uh, as you can tell, I had an eventful night. It was fantastic, Honey. Thank you for making this possible. Are you still okay with this?" "I was just so worried. Uh, I don't know where to start. I guess I am cuckolded completely now?" "Oh, god, yes, Stan. You are the biggest cuckold on the planet today. How do you feel about it now? Were you horny all night?" "I just got so worried. I couldn't have gotten an erection even if I hadn't been in this thing." He parted his robe and displayed the cock cage. She immediately felt for the thin chain around her neck. Luckily, it was still there. She and Lucas had several laughable moments during the night as the chain got in the way a few times. Lucas thought that it was really hot for this beautiful woman to be fucking him all night while her poor husband was locked in chastity. "Well, Honey," she said, "I am completely fucked out. Do you want me to tell you about it or would you rather wait until after I shower?" His anxiety was dissipating quickly. He wanted her. He led her back to the bedroom. She stepped out of her stilettos and dropped her skirt. She took her top off and stood in front of her husband naked. She reeked of sex. Surely this would disgust her husband. She took the necklace from her neck and used the key to unlock the cock cage. His cock had been bound all week and was not immediately responsive. He looked at her pussy. The vaginal lips were red and irritated. He didn't know then how many times she had been fucked and how much cum had been in her vagina. She wanted him to take her as she was. Raunchy and cum splattered. Smelly and animalistic. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Stan kneeled and placed his mouth to her pussy. It was quite a shock since his wife was usually so clean and well kept. Her pussy usually had a neutral almost sweet flavor. Now it smelled like a barnyard. He was surprised at himself that he could stand it. In a way it was like Lucas had marked his territory and taken this pussy away from him. Yet here was his wife offering herself to him just like she had come in without cleaning up. She apparently wanted him to acknowledge that he had been cuckolded. He stuck his tongue into her and tasted a combination of cum and female lubrication. She was a little uncomfortable and not able to make too much lubrication. His saliva would have to do. Finally, his little cock became hard enough to enter her. She told him to be careful. Once inside her, he felt the silky sensation of sloppy seconds. He didn't last long. He came into her and kept shooting his cum. It was like he was reclaiming his wife. It was over quickly. After a shower and a snack, Charli excused herself to the bedroom. Stan didn't know what else to do. He piddled around the house in his robe. At least she hadn't placed him back in chastity. He checked on her later. She was fast asleep. Stan was not going to bother her. Later on, he slipped quietly into their bed. Charli was out completely. She did not wake until late Sunday morning. They went about their normal activities just like it was a regular weekend. Charli napped while laying on a lounger by the pool. Stan admired her tanned body. Her bikini was tiny and she was absorbing the sun's warm rays. Looking at his beautiful wife now, he could just imagine her on her date. He began wondering how she had left it with Lucas. Was there an emotional relationship now? What was he going to do the next time he came face to face with Lucas? He and Charli would need to talk seriously after they caught up on their sleep.

_The following story is entirely fictional despite its close resemblance to certain events. It is a reflection on the experiences of many white expatriates and their families working in Africa and the Middle East._ \----------- Igwe held the tearful woman close in his arms. To be frank he cared little for her tears, or her fears and trauma's that had led to them. He did, however, appreciate the full warm curves of her body as he held her close. With one hand around her waist he held her close, while his other gently stroked her short dark hair, comforting her. At six foot six inches he towered over the latest white woman to join his philosophy circle. His decision to form a philosophy circle had been a stroke of genius in his campaign to seduce the relatively few attractive white women in Zimbabwe. Those disaffected with their life and looking for relief from the boredom of endless poolside sunbathing had been happy to join his circle. Their husbands were happy to be left to drink beer in one of the many hotel bars rather than join their wives discussing philosophy. Many had subsequently learned the folly of their negligence when their loving 'faithful' white wives gave birth to a bouncy, screeching, black baby. Angel sobbed in his strong arms, only to glad to find a man who understood her. Igwe was careful that his burgeoning erection did not disillusion her. His hand rose slowly to gently stroke her back. Her natural reaction was to move closer to him and her full firm breasts pushed against him. At 36 years old, and with two children, Angel was lucky to have full firm mounds that did not sag. Igwe appreciated his luck in having those mounds pressed firmly to him. He had no doubts how this evening was going to end. His time in America studying psychology had served him well. Here in Africa he had no qualms about using the knowledge gained to twist and manipulate the minds of white couples. Enhancing their concerns, preying on their fears, offering them security, pampering them, while at the same time scaring them at the same time. Preparing them to accept the need to please him. These white couples were unnaturally afraid of the teeming black masses of Africa. They were often only too happy to accept a luxurious lifestyle, and often willing to take part in sexual adventures, if that is what it took to be part of the in-crowd. Personally he preferred those not willing to be seduced. It was much more fun bedding them! "My husband just doesn't understand me!" Angel sobbed. Igwe grinned as he stroked her hair and looked down at the pretty tear stained face buried on his chest. Stupid woman! Why should her husband try and understand her? He was a man! It was a woman's role to serve and please her husband. African women knew their place, but these confused western women had lost touch with their role pleasing men. 'If only I could talk to him like I can talk to you!" Angel sought to gather her senses, suddenly aware that her nipples had unaccountable become erect as she pressed against this charming, educated, and sophisticated black man. Igwe's nostrils flared as he took in the sweet freshness of the white woman in his arms. Washed, scented, and clean. So typical of these well brought up English women that married skilled and educated professionals. Yet so lacking in the basic understanding or relationships. She was well presented in her stylish western style dress. He would love breaking her in. Teaching this woman her true role in life. He dismissed her husband's acceptance and tolerance of her strange concepts of'modern womanhood.' He regarded it as evidence of her husband's weak will, and the failure of his masculinity. "I understand," he murmured into her soft dark hair. His hand rose from her back to gently stroke the softness of her slim white neck. Angel was relieved not to be held quite so tight, though his strong masculine presence was comforting. His fingers on her neck were soothing, calming, mesmerising as they drew soft circles on her neck. If only her husband would stroke her like this! The sudden intrusive thought of her husband disturbed her. She was acutely aware of the stiffness of her nipples as they strained against the material of her soft lacy brassiere. She had found herself dressing differently since joining Igwe's circle. There were no men in this circle, and all the other women seemed to take such extra-ordinary care in their appearance. Angel had found herself wearing lingerie she rarely wore for her husband any more. She did not want to seem rude to Igwe, and his strong hands, while gently stroking, belied the power of this man. They had a power over her that she sought to suppress, even as tingles shivered the soft skin of her neck. He urged her to sit on his sofa and offered her a Turkish Apple tea. She gratefully accepted and sat demurely while he prepared the drink. She did not notice as he lightly sprinkled crushed mbanje into the drink. He was confident she would not consider the presence of the crushed herb unusual. She had been married to her doting husband Mark for 18 years. She was a faithful wife, and loving mother to their two teenage daughters. A devout catholic, and regular churchgoer, her current unexpected and unwanted arousal disturbed her. The tea would be calming, help her regain her distance, and reserve. "He won't let me drive the car since the accidents," Angel complained. Igwe stifled a laugh as he prepared the drink. Glad she could not see his face. Of course, her husband had banned her from driving! It was the one sensible thing Mark had done. "Hmm, well you have had three crashes in the last month." He turned back to a fidgeting Angel, and noted her nibbling her lip. He would bruise those soft lips with passion tonight. Angel ignored his words. "He has undermined my status in the eyes of my friends," Angel went on. In doing so he had probably saved your life Igwe thought, but he let it pass. 'Disgraceful, he should take more care of your position!" He responded instead. Angel looked up at him grateful for his support, as he sat close beside her on the sofa. She edged closer. She found tears edging to the surface again, and cursed her edginess and nervousness in front of this sophisticated African. He was so different to most of the poor Africans teeming through the streets. Without warning tears coursed down her cheeks, Igwe leaned over and pulled her close. He understood that she was still recovering from a minor breakdown. That she was weak and vulnerable. Her husband should have been here, but he wasn't and Igwe intended to take full advantage. His black hand rose and lightly stroked Angel's soft white arms. He cradled her into his shoulder. His hand rose to cup the soft curve of her cheek. His finger lightly stroked aside the salty tears. Angel snuggled closer, unresisting as his hand lifted her face. He was not a handsome man, though he was unmistakeably a powerful, dominant male. At 45 years old he was nine years older than her, but the years seemed meaningless. His dark, craggy looks, his Saville Row suites, and casual confidence all combined to make her feel secure in his presence. "Oh," she gasped. His lips had descended and were kissing away her tears. She smiled at this touch. His hand on her cheek held her head firmly in place, as lips lightly caressed her eyes. She closed her own, and lay still as his lips closed over her eyes. Her heart leapt. This should not be happening. Her eyes flitted open, as he kissed her forehead, then dropped to her nose, and she laughed. He grinned at her. Then his lips dipped and met hers. Her heart rate soared as this masterful man softly kissed her lips. She sought to pull away, but there was no heart in her effort, and his hand effortlessly held her head in place, as the kiss became more demanding. Angel melted into the kiss, her sweet lips responding. It had been 18 years since she had kissed another man than Mark, but now her lips were seeking out his hungrily. Igwe savoured the soft lips of the English woman. He kissed, now lightly, now passionately; alternating in his pattern, savouring the lips, he held her close. Then his tongue slipped out and licked along the line of those delightfully parted lips. "Oh....please," Angel sought to push him away and recover her senses. It was like pushing against solid rock. For a 45-year-old businessman he seemed remarkably strong. She had since the family's arrival in Zimbabwe become to understand the remarkable strength of African men. Most went from years doing hard farm work, to the relentless and furious energy of the burgeoning factories. More than once that quick grope in a hotel bar, or between the tight close aisles of a shop, had developed into something more. With one hand holding her firm and still, while a second explored, or a friend's hand explored. At first she had been shocked and horrified. She had screamed. But this was Harare, not a quite English bookstore. She had quickly learned that her screams simply attracted more African men. Like hyena's scenting a kill they would swarm around hoping for an opportunity to sample her charms. Not that the Africans ever seemed threatening, even when she struggled and sought to push them away. Always they would have that happy grin as their hands rose under her skirt, or fondled a breast, or bottom! The bare faced cheek and sexual aggression of these men was something she had never had to cope with in England! Once, early after they arrived, she had taken her daughters shopping. When an African tried to push her into the changing booth she had screamed her help. Male African heads had popped around corners, and over and through shelves to see the fun. Men had rushed to the vicinity, but instead of coming to her aid, Laura and Tammy had been seized, fondled, and stroked. Her two bemused, confused daughters held while grinning Africans touched and fondled them. She was convinced that only the unusual interference of the shop's security guard had saved them all from a mass gang rape. Grateful as she was she had refused his demand that she give him her address. "For the report," he had said. Even while shaken and her emotions ruffled she had retained the sense not to give this African man her address. He may be her saviour this time, but knowing the address of a pretty white woman, and her two grown and pretty daughters, may have been too much temptation. Even if he only sold the information to more bold criminally minded Africans. She was not so naive not to realise that there was a real'market' in Africa for attractive white women. Now as she sought to push Igwe away, she was reminded just how strong he was. While one part of her told her to be sensible and remember her husband. Another stronger, suppressed emotion fluttered to the surface. This man was so strong it was sending wicked signals to her loins. She fought to control that irrational reaction. She was a career woman, an intelligent educated woman. She was happy. Igwe tilted her chin, his mouth descended. With a fierce passion his tongue darted into her mouth. Her senses departed and she kissed him back. Her lithe and nimble tongue seemed to have a life of its own as it met Igwe's tongue, darting and challenging. Even as she berated herself she breathed in his masculine presence. His dark demanding presence as his hands wandered unrestricted. This was forbidden....her eyes closed and she welcomed his demanding passionate kiss. It seemed so long since her husband had kissed her like this. The thought of her husband jerked her back to reality. Her eyes flashed open and looked up at Igwe as he kissed her. His eyes were locked on hers. His eyes were dark, mesmerising, and powerful. She was losing herself in those eyes, when she again sought to pull herself together. Then one of his strong black hands closed on her breast. "Oh...no, my husband," her hand rose and grasped the hand at her breast. It was like trying to move a steel girder, but this bit of steel, was warm. It cupped her breast, and caressed and fondled. No amount of feeble pushing on her part was going to free her breast. Then his hand at her neck grasped her short page boy style dark hair, and jerked sharply down. "Arghh....oh," she gasped as her pretty white face was pulled sharply up and presented to Igwe. She was not used to pain, and the shock of it ran through her body. Then his big heavy body seemed to bear down on her and her lips seemed to open automatically to receive his kiss. She was shocked and felt betrayed as her body reacted in ways it shouldn't. She didn't want to feel like this. She didn't, she really didn't.... Then his tongue met hers and her mind seemed to swirl and fly. Igwe grinned to himself as he played this naive and innocent white wife. His hand had risen and clasped her full and firm breast. He savoured its fullness. He loved white women. They looked after themselves so well. An African woman of 36, unless she had married early to a rich and powerful man, would have spent 31 of those years in the fields under a not sun, She would probably have nursed several children, and was unlikely to have ever hand a proper diet. These white women took such care over themselves. Over their figure, and diet, and appearance. As his hand seemed to weigh the full breast in his hand he estimated that Angel possessed breasts that did not snag, and he delighted in it. He cupped it, squeezed it, stroked it, and fondled it. A white woman's breast. The breast of a woman married to a white man. He remembered the 15 years guerrilla warfare in the bush. The whites claimed to have won that guerrilla war, but as he held and enjoyed the fullness of that white breast, He knew no policeman was going to burst through his door. No red faced angry white soldier was going to shoot him down like a dog for touching a white woman. His fingers found a stiffened nipple through the cloth of her dress, and bra. A bra he noted that seemed lacy and frilly. Had she dressed for him? He nipped that thickened pert nib sharply. The woman beneath him squealed into his kiss, but he did not release her mouth, or his grip on her nipple. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. He released his grip, and she sighed into his demanding passionate kiss. Even as she relaxed he ran the palm of his hand over her nipple, and felt her body tremble. He estimated that excited little tingles would be surging from her abused bud, as he fondled her that full mound and then lightly stroked his thumb over the over-excited nipple, enjoying her squirm in his arms. So few of these well brought up, middle class English women seemed to fully understand the nature of pain, and its relationship to pleasure. He would delight in teaching Angel. Oh yes, he would teach her all about the pleasure of pain, and pleasing his cock. He looked over at the door to his villa. No, there was no sign of an outraged husband. He glanced across at the shotgun on the wall. He laughed quietly. If her husband did turn up and burst through the door he, Igwe, was the one with the right to shoot the intruder dead. Not that such an eventuality was likely, though a small part of him wished to be so. Four large German Shepherd guard dogs prowled the gardens of his ten acre villa in the exclusive Harare suburb of Borrowdale. Big bored dogs that would have delighted in the sport of finding an intruder. Chuku Olanes, his devoted bodyguard would be alert. Keeping an eye on the CCTV cameras. Chuku owed Igwe his life. After a moment in the war when Chuku had been seized by a crocodile while creeping across a golf course near Victoria Falls. Quick work with a machete had denied the crocodile a live meal. Chuku had rarely left his side since, and had soon learned there were opportunities for Chuku. Igwe after all usually found a new and interesting white woman to seduce every few months and was generous with his discards. Igwe turned back to the lovely panting Angel, as she lay half beneath him. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him. Those delightful now bruised lips quivering. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing deep and irregular. She was a delightful English Rose in her prime. No, he grinned to himself, the whites had not won the war after all, as his dark hand began flicking the buttons that held the bodice of her dress together. "Noooo! Please...we have gone too far!" "I love my husband he loves me!" Her hands reached for his. He ignored them. Her efforts were light and ineffective. Lacking the strength to keep his eager hands from those firm white orbs increasingly coming into view. His hand pushed inside the dress. He delighted in the sight of her lacy brassiere. A fashionable stylish bra that did little to hide the rounded, full mounds within. His hand swept the material aside and he took the warm firm white flesh into his hand. Angel gasped, and thrust her breast into his hand. It was as though she had no control of her own body. Hot sensations radiated from that strong hand. This was not some boy struggling for a quick grope. This was a strong masterful man taking what he wanted, and she struggled against the sudden urge to spread her legs. Igwe stared with delight at the slightly darkened nipple that still held a touch of pinkness, such a contrast to an African woman. He delighted in the sight, and the feel of that surprisingly firm orb, which as he had guessed did not sag. His head dropped, and Angel jerked beneath him as his greedy lips took that nipple into his mouth, then widened further to gorge on round white woman flesh. Angel jerked as his hot mouth enclosed her nipple. His lips suckled, and then her drew her nipple deeper into his mouth and she felt his teeth nibbling on the sensitive tip. Her toes stretched as pleasurable sensations overwhelmed her breasts, radiating across her chest and sending tingling sensations down to her curling toes. "Oooooh!" Igwe grinned and worked his teeth hard. He could feel her shiver and shake in response to his attention to her aroused bud. His tongue curled around the erect nipple and he was delighted when her back arched, and she inadvertently pushed her breast into his mouth. Her hands were trying to push him away and he allowed her to push his shoulders back. He released the nipple. He looked down at her. Her eyes were bright. Her untended left breast was in stark contrast to the overexcited right breast. "Please, enough, I should be going," Angela pleaded. Her hands on his shoulders seemed to be holding him at bay, but she made no attempt to cover over her breasts. He grinned and lowered his head to her left breast. "No!" Her slim white hands strained to keep him away. Angel struggled to comprehend how easily he ignored her straining hands his mouth descended to her left nipple and hot wet sensations wracked her nipple. God! He was so strong! She gasped as his teeth chewed on her nipple, then his tongue soothed the agitated nub. Her back arched and she consciously sought to pull her breast free. Her efforts were distracted by the feel of one of his hands sliding under her dress and stroking upwards over her shapely white thigh. She wanted to pull away, but she was trapped on the sofa. His heavy body, holding her down while his teeth, lips and tongue doing indescribably things to her excited aroused nipples, and now his hand was under her dress. She felt it each the top her stocking and find the soft bare skin of upper thigh. His hand was hot, and softly circling. A black hand under her dress, stroking gently the soft silky white skin that only her husband had ever touched. Thoughts of her husband surfaced and she renewed her efforts to push him away, then stopped. Would her husband want her to stop him? It was Mark who had joked about how easy it would be for her to take a black lover here. No one would ever know, not even her husband! Igwe's hand reached higher and she 'allowed' him to push her legs apart. She tensed as his hand found and covered her silk clad vulva, and she jerked as they lightly stroked. Oh God! I should not be letting him do this, but then she wondered if she was indeed allowing him to do this. He was bigger and stronger than she was. Far stronger than her husband! His hands, lips, teeth were making free with her body, despite her attempts to push him away. She could not stop him, even if she wanted to. A little nervous flash of thought went through her. Never in her life had she ever not been in control. Here on this sofa, she knew she was not in control. Sensations were wracking through her body. Pleasurable sensations. She did not want to betray her husband. A finger pushed aside the silken gusset of her panties and slipped into her wet feminine centre. She flushed in embarrassment as she realised just how wet she had become. That Igwe should be able to discover the level of her excitement was deeply embarrassing. Her hands dropped to exploring hand seeking to push it away. Igwe caught one of her hands by the wrist and pulled it to one side. He guided her hand between his own legs, and her fingers brushed the hot, hard length of his exposed manhood. Her hand jerked away, she was startled by the heat and hardness of his member. She had been unaware of him releasing his cock from his trousers. Igwe however, retained his grip on in her hand brought it back to his aroused and excited black cock. At the second contact as his hand seemed to push her slim white hand along its length. Angel found her hand had grasped its thickness. She marvelled at its girth. The thick pulsing veins seemed to throb in her soft hand. She struggled to comprehend its thickness and her hands squeezed it. She realised with a sense of disbelief and a certain dread that her fingers could not meet when they closed around it. It was too thick to fit inside her. Not that she was going to allow him to try. Igwe's hand was back on her wrist and he guided her hand up and down its hard length. Her dread at its thickness was increased and heightened as she realised it was also long, just how long she had yet to discover. Angel now needed no encouragement to explore its length. Her husband had joked that black men had big cocks, and she knew as did he that it was not true, but Igwe's manhood seemed to defy natural justice. It was both long and thick as her hand slid down its underside seeking it base she was shocked to feel the thick circumcised head push against her upper arm. Shocked she released it. It couldn't be that long! She sought to look down at it but the pressure of his heavy body in hers prevented her from doing so. At that point Igwe pushed a thick finger into her body. The effect on Angela galvanised her into attempted action. There was only one consequence of the continuation of her inaction, and it must not be happen! She was married. She loved Mark, her husband. She must not allow this to proceed further! "Let me up!" She demanded. Igwe ignored her. His lips busy nibbling on the soft white skin of her slender neck. His finger pushed deeper. Her writhing legs closed on his hand seeking to squeeze his hand out from between her legs. "This is too much, we have gone too far! I'm married." Igwe grinned at the reminder that the delightful curvy body seeking to wriggle from beneath him belonged to another. A white man at that! He circled his finger in the hot, wet, tightness of her married pussy and thrust his finger in a further inch. As his finger slid deeper Angel found her hand gripping his cock tightly in response. Her fingers could hardly connect around it. She had heard talk of men with big cocks, and knew black men were said to possess larger members, but what she held in her hand was beyond anything her imagination had ever considered. The cock throbbed in her hand. She could feel gnarled veins throb and pulse with blood and eager sperm. Igwe with drew his finger and shifted in position. His weight lifted from her and she was able to look down at his cock. Her eyes widened as they confirmed the size of cock her hands had explored. He was huge! "My God!" Igwe grinned. He delighted in the shocked reactions of the expatriate wives when they discovered the size of his cock. He had rarely found one complacent and anticipating such a cock. The surprise on the white wives, was a pleasure, but the additional mix of fear that engulfed them enhanced his own pleasure. If the surprise of white wives was delight to observe, the reaction of the white teenage girls who travelled to Africa with their parents was even more so. Breaking in a white virgin was his favourite pastime. Angel was no virgin, though he suspected his first penetration was going to take some effort. Angel was staring at his cock with fear and fascination. As though she had found herself confronted by a striking cobra and was afraid to move. Igwe enjoyed the conflicting her emotions. "Is this what your husband dreams of?" Angel looked up at him perplexed. "Doesn't your husband have fantasies of his sweet wife being ravished by a big cocked African?" Angel flushed. The pink glow suffused her cheeks and descended to her breasts. How did he know? It was not just her husband who had such fantasies, though she would never admit that to anyone, especially her husband! Igwe's cock was not natural! It was too thick! It was easily as thick as her wrist. As Igwe shifted in position and both his hands went up under her skirt. As his body shifted more of his cock slid out of his trousers, and she goggled as its length became apparent. It was far too long to go inside her! It would rupture her womb! "It's too big..." her words came out in gasps. Her breathing had become heavy. There was a tension in her throat, and a heat in her loins. Igwe grinned when, as he tugged at her panties, her hips rose slightly allowing him to ease her panties down. She was his..... "Oh God!....Please....My husband...." Igwe grinned and his mouth dropped to close her pleas with another kiss. Angela darted her head to one side to avoid the kiss. Her movement presented a small delicate white ear. He grinned and instead of closing on her mouth, his lips caught the soft lobe of her ear and he nibbled it. Angel seemed to jerk beneath him as her body was galvanised by the soft touch of his lips on her ear. His tongue licked the lobe as his hands worked under her dress, enjoying the feel of the shapely full thighs of a well-fed white woman. He dipped his tongue inside her ear curling it, pushing deeper, twirling his tongue, in the soft sensitive interior. He could feel her breasts surge and push against him in response to the sensations she could not avoid as his tongue excited her. His hands pushed her shapely white thighs apart, her dress rising up around her waist. He positioned himself between her legs. Angel was oblivious to her danger. The teasing of his tongue was merciless, and exciting. He really knew how to excite her! It was wicked! It was forbidden. She jerked her ear free of his tongue, turned to face him to tell him to stop. She looked up into his eyes. Eyes that were full of passion and desire. Desire for her.... Her heart surged. She was confused, as her heart raced and her senses seemed to pulse. She humped her hips and flushed with shame at her action. She cursed her weakness, but when his mouth dropped to hers she did not resist. Her mouth opened in response to the passionate demand of his kiss. When his tongue slid between her lips, her own tongue darted to meet his and locked with his in a passionate wrestling match. Then his cock nudged the portal of her feminine centre, and her eyes flared wide. She stared up into the dark powerful passion filled eyes of the African above her. Igwe met her gaze. He loved these moments. The shocked surprise in a white woman's eyes as she realised he was about to enter her. He thrust his hips and broke free of her eagerly kissing lips. "Oooooooohhh!....No!......You mustn't!......" He thrust again and he passed through the portals to her womanhood. He paused. It was always so surprising how tight these white women were, even those married with children. Her pussy clasped his cock tight. Her sheath was like that of a virgin protecting its hymen. He savoured the hot tight grip on his cock, leaned forward and thrust deeper. Another inch of his thick manhood slid into her, and her legs flew wide in reaction. He grasped the hot warm curves of her hips and lifted, as he thrust. His cock was now three inches into her, and past the restricting grasping portal. He thrust again, sliding a further few inches into her.. "Ooooooh....no....I'm bursting!" He roared a triumphal laugh and thrust again. Her hips starting jerking spasmodically beneath him, her legs grasped him then released him. She struggled to push him way. She tried wriggling free from him. Igwe held himself in position, while she wriggled and struggled. He enjoyed the feel of his cock as is it slithered deeper in her well-lubricated sheath. Angel stropped struggling realising belatedly that her efforts had only resulted in his cock going deeper inside her. He was too well ensconced inside her how. She was not going to gain her freedom by her own efforts. She was going to have to let him have his way with her. A warm tingling overcame her at the thought she was helpless to prevent this dominant African taking his pleasure between her legs. She was going to get fucked. Exciting sensations swept from her loins as she became accustomed to his thickness. Her abused pussy seemed to be clinging to his cock, but already it was relaxing and adapting to its size. She realised that he had stopped thrusting into her. She looked up at his face and realised he was savouring the pleasure of being inside her. Without conscious thought her pussy squeezed on his cock sending further excitement shooting through her. To her shame and pleasure the muscles in her sheath seemed to caress his cock. She tried to bring her body back under control. Then when she had got herself back under control she looked back up at him. He was gazing down at her. She flushed under his gaze. "Is that it all? Is it all really inside me?" Igwe grinned. "No." Then he ran his hands up from his grip on her curvy derriere, sliding them along the soft skin so that he could secure a firm grip on her shoulders. "No, that is not all," he laughed and thrust again. He enjoyed the startled look on her face as he thrust and thrust again. This time firmly holding her shoulders to keep her in position as he pushed deeper. He relished the glove like grip on his cock as it seemed to but against her uterus and push through further deeper unused barriers. "Ooooooh....oh God....oooooh." Igwe freed one of his hands and reached up to grasp her short dark hair in his grip. He jerked her head back. Pain shot through her, but seemed to send further powerful surges down her loins. She grasped his cock with her sheath instinctively. She felt the slap of his balls against her bottom. It was in she realised. If his balls were slapping against her bottom he must be all the way in! She stirred beneath him. He looked down at her pretty face. He enjoyed the sight of her pale slender neck. He noted the dilated eyes, her gasping breath. Her unfocussed eyes, he gave her time to recover. When her green eyes finally focussed on him again he grinned down at her. She smiled faintly back at him. "Now," he said, "I am going to fuck you!" Her eyes seemed to widen. Then he felt her legs wrap around him. He grinned, she smiled nervously back at him. The he started to fuck. She wailed like a hyena in heat as he withdrew then thrust. His hips rose and fell beneath her splayed thighs. He savoured the silky softness as the inner thighs of another man's wife clasped him to her. A white man's wife lost in passion beneath him. Was there any greater pleasure? Yes, of course, there was, the pleasure of his seed spurting up inside her clinging tightness. He gripped her shoulders and took his pleasure, thrusting and driving his manhood deep inside. Enjoying the exquisite pleasure of her tight womanhood. Her excited wail betrayed her orgasm beneath him as she shook and shivered beneath him. He paused briefly. Then resumed his efforts. "Please stop...I have come already...enough..." He laughed and renewed his urgent thrusting. "Oh please...too much...didn't you hear I've come already!" He ignored her and thrust away. She wriggled and squirmed seeking to push him away. It was too intense, too powerful, the feelings too strong. Then too her shock a second orgasm overtook her, she jerked and throbbed in spasms beneath him. Shocked, disbelieving, this could not be happening she had never had two orgasms before! She collapsed in his arms defeated. There was no point resisting. Igwe above her continued his thrusting and surging between her legs still eagerly clasped around him. A rolling wave of orgasms seemed to overcome her as she abandoned the struggle and let him use her as he wished. This was a strong man who took what he wanted and with a thrill of excitement she realised she was glad he wanted her...... Hot blossoming heat surged in her loins and she suddenly realised he had come inside her. The thought seemed to trigger another even more heated orgasm. It was as though her body was eagerly surging to receive his seed! A horn sounded from outside the villa! A long blast of sound that broke the moment. Igwe broke free from. His cock long and slick with her juices slithered out of her and she looked in disbelief at its length and thickness. "That will be your husband. Come to take you home." Angel looked up at him in shock and alarm as the real world returned. The horn sounded again, and Angel struggled to her feet. Her husband was waiting! She struggled to refasten her dress over her breasts. She pushed her dress back down from her waist. She saw her panties lying discarded on floor and snatched them up. She turned to Igwe. "I..." "Go," he interrupted her. "Don't keep your husband waiting." She turned fled, pressing her panties into her handbag. She burst through the door of his villa out into the African night. The sudden heat of the night passing over her, she saw her husband watching for her. A look of concern left his face as she appeared. She scurried over to her husband's car as she tried to collect her shattered emotions. Her world had just fallen apart on a black man's cock. "Hi honey. You OK?" She glanced at Mark as climbed into the passenger seat then looked away as guilt overcame her. This man loved her and she had betrayed that love. "Hmm...I'm fine." "You look flustered?" "I was...I was in the bathroom." Her breath caught in her throat as she said it. She had just lied to her husband! He leaned across and kissed her lightly on the lips. She had a sudden thought that he would smell Igwe on her. That he would smells the sexual excretions seeping from her. "No matter. Nice to see you again. Bill made a right prat of himself tonight. We had to virtually carry him out to his car. You would think with that beautiful wife of his he would be rushing home after work instead of getting plastered every night." Angel gathered her thoughts as Mark prattled on. She calmed down then fiercely clamped her pussy tight as she felt surge of semen leak from her unclad loins!

My wife is 5'10" 210lbs. Brown hair, brown eyes. She's chubby, ok she's fat, but I love the way she looks. For our anniversary this year we decided to fulfill each others wildest fantasy no matter what. She doesn't know I'm into wam or that I've been saving up for this. "What is your fantasy you want fulfilled," she asks. "I want to make you into the most erotic anniversary cake ever." "Um, ok? I don't get it." "Saturday morning you are going to go to Sam's Erotic Bake shop and you'll see. I've already made the appointment. You'll be there all day and then you will meet up, I mean be delivered, to me at a hotel. I think you'll really enjoy my fantasy." "Well, we agreed we'd doing anything the other person asked, so I guess I'm in." Saturday morning arrived and Sarah nervously headed off to the erotic bake shop. "What could he have possibly planned for a cake that I'd be gone all day? And what did he mean by "be delivered"? Little did she know what I had in store for her. They haven't ever done what I requested, but I paid a hefty sum for them to fulfill my fantasy. I planned this with the bake shop over the past week. They have specific instructions on what to do and how I wanted my "cake" to look and taste. Sarah arrived at the bake shop and went in. She said, "Hi!, I'm here to pick up an anniversary cake." "You must be Sarah. Glad to meet you! I'm the Owner, Sam. Unfortunately the "cake" isn't ready yet. Matter of fact, the most important ingredient just arrived. The cake is going to take all day to make so you better make yourself comfortable." Sam could hardly contain his smile. "I have nothing planned for the rest of the day, is there a place for me to wait until the cake is done?" Sarah asked. "Actually, you can help us make the cake. Just come on through to the back and into the kitchen." As soon as Sarah walked back into the kitchen an employee hung a sign up on the door saying: Closed for a special occasion. In the kitchen her five employees, all women. I had requested only women were to do this. "You must be Sarah!" They said at the same time. "We have been looking forward to this cake. It's the most erotic cake we have ever done," said Sam. "We've never had a request like this before and this will be a first for us." "May I ask what makes this cake so special?" said Sarah. "You don't know? Well, what makes it so special is the main ingredient, the cake itself." "What is the the cake? White, Chocolate chip, Rasberry, Funfetti?, asked Sarah "The cake is...YOU! We are going to decorate you as an erotic anniversary cake. And then we are going to deliver you to your husband so he can have cake for dessert." Sarah almost died of humiliation right there. She couldn't believe she was going to be THE CAKE! The employees took Sarah to get washed so she would be a clean cake. They shaved her hairy pussy so they would have a smooth surface to smear frosting on. Sarah was led to a table with a cardboard cake base on it that was exactly her size. They then placed a layer of cake on top of that and told Sarah to lay down flat on it. Sarah could believe she was actually going through with this. The five women all grabbed their buckets full of white butter cream frosting and started to spread it all over Sarah's naked body. They completely covered her hair and the only things visible on her face was her eyes and her nose unplugged so she could breath. Sarah felt heavy from all the frosting and was getting all tingly. After they smoothed out all the frosting on her body, they employees went and grabbed their tubes of colored frosting. Per my instructions they grave Sarah new frosting hair that looked like a rainbow colored clown wig. They then gave her new frosting eyebrows and big frosting red lips. Working their way down to her breast, they made bigger tits using frosting and gave her big frosting nipples. Next they moved to her feet and legs and made frosting fishnet stockings. They then put on her feet red colored fudge shoes. Next was Sarah's pussy. It was dripping wet from the humiliation of what was happening to her and how hot it was making her. Each employee grabbed a different cake filling. One at a time each employee squirted a different filling into her pussy. There was chocolate, raspberry, lemon, cherry, and caramel filling her pussy until it couldn't take anymore. She was then told that she had to hold the filling inside of her until it was time for dessert that night. Next they gave her big frosting pussy lips and a clit. They then finished piping the rest of her body with frosting. Lastly, they wrote on her arms fantasy fulfilled and wrote on her belly eat me with an arrow pointing her her pussy. Just then a photo of her was snapped and Sarah realized the whole think was being filmed as well. Next she was told not to make a sound until she was delivered. A big box cover came down over her and she felt herself be picked up and driven away. The delivery van arrived at the hotel. Sarah felt the van stop and her being lifted onto a cart. A giant cake box was rolled through the middle of the hotel. Sarah heard people ask if there was a special occasion going on at the hotel and was told yes, and this is a very special cake. She heard the bakery employees mention what a big cake she was and how they had to use almost all of their frosting because she was so fat. Sarah was getting so turned on at the thought of her being rolled through the middle of a hotel in a cake box decorated as an erotic cake being delivered to her husband. She almost came right there but he pussy was filled with filling and she had to hold it in. Then she heard a door knock. "Cake delivery!" the employee said. "Come on in," I said. "That looks like a big cake, I hope I can eat it all." "It's been prepared as you ordered. And here is the extras you requested. Enjoy your cake!" Sarah heard the door close. "I can't wait to see what you look like. Sarah, I bet you look as good as I dreamed you would." I took off the cake box cover and saw my wife laying there decorated as the most erotic anniversary cake ever. I took out my camera and started snapping pictures so I can look at them anytime I want. "Hope you don't mind me taking pictures of you for prosperity. I've also got a video camera all setup to record everything tonight. You look delicious!" I took off my clothes and my cock was already hard. I bent over and told her I loved her. I got up on the table she was on and straddled her face. I slowly inserted my cock past her red frosting lips and into her mouth. I slowly started to fuck her mouth and she started to suck me. "This cake gives good head, " I said as I looked into the video camera. I pulled out of her mouth before I came, I wanted to wait. "So how does it feels to be an erotic cake?" I asked her. "It felt really gross at first to be covered from head to toe in frosting. After awhile I got so horny, especially after they gave me these huge frosting tits. I almost went nuts when they filled my pussy with cake filling and gave me huge pink frosting pussy lips and a frosting clit. And then pictures were taken of me as a cake. I felt so humiliated and turned on at the same time. I can only imagine what I look like. I want to cum so bad, but I still have all the filling in my pussy and I was told I could let any out until I was delivered to you." I pulled up a chair next to the table Sarah was lying on. I sat down and was looking at her pussy right in front of my face. "When I say so, I want you to release all the filling in your pussy, ok?" "God, I can't wait!" I started to lick the frosting from her pussy. I slowly started to tongue the inside of her. I could taste all the sweetness of the frosting and the different fillings mixed with her pussy juice. I could tell she was ready to blow. "Honey, I want you to release your cake filling." My mouth and face were flooded with cake filling and pussy juice. I was in heaven, I finally was having my ultimate fantasy fulfilled of eating my wife out as a cake. I couldn't take it anymore and jumped on top of my wife and started fucking her like crazy. I became covered in frosting. We both came almost immediately. "I have another surprise for you," I said to my exhausted frosting covered wife. "What would cake be without ice cream?" I picked her up and took her to the hotel room's bathtub. Inside of it was sitting the extras the bakery gave me. The tub was filled with half melted vanilla and chocolate ice cream. Besides the tube was sundae toppings and a gallon pail of half melted ice cream, but I wouldn't let her see what kind until the right moment. "Get in the tub on you hands and knees," I told her. Frosting covered Sarah slowly climbed into the tub. Now that she was on her hands and knees covered in frosting in a tube filled with melted ice cream I decided it was time to add some toppings. I slowly poured chocolate syrup on her head and then slowly worked my way down her back and finished by pouring chocolate down the crack of her big ass. "Honey, what's your favorite ice cream topping?" "Caramel of course! God, please say you have got caramel too! I hope there's lots of it!" For someone that doesn't know about wam and hated getting a little whipped cream on her when having sex a long time ago, she sure is enjoying getting covered in food now. I dumped a 5 gallon bucket of caramel all over her. "How does that feel?" I asked her as I zoomed in the camera on her face. "This feels totally amazing! I can't believe of kinky and fun this is!" I next topped her off with whipped cream, some sprinkles, and a bunch of cherries that I placed on her head. "I almost forgot, a sundae wouldn't be complete without some banana." I then stuck a banana slowly in her ass and then unpeeled it up to her crack. I zoomed out with the camera to get the whole picture of her. I placed a sign along the tub that said: A Sarah Sundae. I took a few more pictures of her and then hopped in the tub with her and started to fuck her doggy style. I always loves getting it in that position. She was in such pleasure she shoved her face down into the melted ice cream at the bottom of the tub. I could tell that she was about to cum so I grabbed the one bucket of ice cream that was sitting there. A moment later her body shock as she came. At the same time a dumped the bucket of ice cream on her. "What the hell, this ice cream is blue?" "Yep, Blue Moon!" She looked a site now covered in blue ice cream. I made her turn around and suck me until I filled her mouth with my cream. We then got cleaned up and headed to bed exhausted. "So what did you think of my fantasy honey?" "I thought it was strange at first, but then I got so turned on by what was happening to me. I think I really enjoy having things done to me and not having any control. I guess it's something I didn't know about myself. I think this just changed what I want my fantasy wish to be." "So, what about your fantasy wish?" "You know how I always call myself a pig after I overeat and when I go and eat a ton of snack food or chocolate?" "Yeah, you always eat so well all week to try to lose weight, but then you always go way off track and just eat everything in sight one night." "Well, after what I experienced today, I really see how much I really love food. How great it is to not only eat a lot of food but be covered in it too. And how much I get off being humiliated by food. Honey, my fantasy is to be what I always call myself. I want to be a food filled and covered pig." "Are you sure? You normally have such a high self esteem. Why do you want to be a pig?" "Because, I want to be something I was wanted to be but have been fighting it my entire life. I love food like a pig does, I'm big, and I apparently love to be humiliated. Why not live as a pig for a day!" "Ok, just making sure this is what you really want." "God, yes! Can we do it next Saturday?" "Sure, and I know just the place. My grandparent's farm that no one uses since they live in the nursing home now. It's perfect, we can do things outside because there's no one around for miles, it gives us room to do whatever you want, and it even has an old pig sty." "That's sounds like a plan. We should go shopping at Sam's Club and get supplies during the week and then leave Friday after work, so I can be a pig first thing Saturday morning. I love you honey." "I love you too." We both drifted off to sleep. The next morning back at home we started planning what was going to happen next Saturday. I could see Sarah was getting excited just planning what was going to happen. Her hands kept drifting down to her crotch and at some point I thought I saw a wet spot on her shorts. "So what should we get?" I asked her. "Everything! Sweet, savory, slimey, chunky, smelly, I want to get some of everything, as much as we can fit in our car. We should get some little pools so I can wallow in them. The farm has that old tub that the cows used to drink out of right? I want you to fill it with a mystery substance for me." "Ok. We should do a little shopping each day so it doesn't look weird." "Good point!" Each night after work we went shopping and got a little bit at a time. When we went to Sam's Club Sarah almost looked crazed, wanting to fill our carts with everything she saw. She wanted sour cream, cottage cheese, whipped cream, chocolate pudding, yogurt, refried beans, pizzas, ketchup, mustard, egg salads, tuna salads, sausages, fruit loops, oatmeal, the list went on and on. This was going to be some weekend. One night I went by myself and bought container after bulk container of nacho cheese to fill the cow tub with. I also went online and bought a complete outfit for Sarah to wear on Saturday that she didn't know about. Friday came, and it was almost time for Sarah to leave work. "If only my friends and coworkers knew what I'm going to be doing tomorrow", she thought. She was getting all worked up just thinking about it. She had a hard time concentrating on work. Just before she was going to leave there was a delivery for her. It was some flowers and a stuffed animal pig. "What's that for," her coworkers asked. "It's just something from my husband for our anniversary." After we got home we packed up the car and headed to the farm. On the way to the farm she stated that she couldn't wait to be a pig and wallow in food. "Starting Saturday morning, I only want to be called pig, piggy, or sow. If you can think of anymore names to call me use them. I know you love me so it won't hurt my feelings what you call me. Also, we bought what I wanted, but you get to decide how to use it. Like I said I get really turned on when I have no control over what is being done to me," Sarah said We arrived at the farm and unpacked. I told Sarah to stay in the house the rest of the night so I could setup everything for the next day. I filled the cow tub almost to the top, 3 feet deep tub filled with nacho cheese. I then preceded to set everything else up for the next day. I came back into the house and we crawled into bed together both looking forward to tomorrow. Saturday morning arrived. It was a beautiful day to fulfill a wife's fantasy about being a pig. "Honey, I mean, Mrs. Piggy, wake up." "Alright, this is going to be an experience. I'm so nervous and turn on about about I'm going to do. If my parents knew that there normal daughter was going to be a pig today and wanted to be a pig because it was her fantasy they'd die. Well, let's do this!" "I'm going to go downstairs and make breakfast while you put this on and nothing else. A pig wouldn't be a pig without pig ears, a pig nose and a pig tail," I said. "Wow, I never thought of getting these. This pig tail is a butt plug? The only thing that's been in there was that banana you shoved in there last week. I hope it fits me." "Oh, it "fits" you alright!" I went and started to make breakfast, pancakes, oatmeal, and some sausage. I had a different breakfast for my piggie already made. Sarah came walking through the door wearing only what I gave her chubbiness swaying with every step. I took some pictures of her which really started to get her worked up. "Does piggy want some breakfast?" "Oh yes!" I pulled down my boxers and put iced donuts around my hard cock. "Here you go!" Sarah got down on her knees and started to eat the iced donuts off my cock. "I can't wait to watch myself doing this later on," Sarah said. She must have saw the video camera setup. After all the donuts were gone and her face was covered in donut icing I told her lay on the kitchen table. As she is laying there, I put pancakes on her huge tits and then one over her still hairless pussy, after she was shaved the week before to be a cake. I then started putting sausages one by one into her pussy until no more fit. After that I start pouring syrup all over tits and pussy. "That's what I call a BIG breakfast!" I take my time eating the pancakes off of her and the sausages from inside of her. She noticed the oatmeal that I made. "You don't like oatmeal," she said. "But you do." I dumped a pot full of lumpy oatmeal all over her. "How does that taste?" "It's lumpy and getting cold, it feels great though." "I want you to get up and head outside so I can hose you off like a pig." Sarah covered in sticky syrup and oatmeal headed outside where I hosed down her entire body. Since we had awhile before lunch I thought I'd walk the piggy around the farm. What a site it was, my wife, naked, dressed as a pig walking around a farm still a little sticky from the syrup and with lumps of oatmeal still clinging to her. We then walked into the barn. It was pretty run down from years of neglect about it still had some of the milking equipment and tank in it. "Man this place smells," she said. "It smells like farm animals," I said. "You know a pig is a farm animal and you smell nothing like one. I think you should roll around in the barn until you smell like a pig." "Your right, I need to not only look like a pig, but smell like one too." Sarah started to roll around on the dirty ground and in the old hay that was there. While I grabbed the buckets of food that I had hidden there. Since this was a cow barn I thought it fitting to use dairy products. "Honey, you know someday when I get pregnant and my tits need milking, You could take me here and milk me with the milking machine. It looks very interesting." "Piggy, could you sit in the manure trough." I was actually pretty clean because cows hadn't been there in at least a decade. She sat there in the trough as I brought over the first bucket, it was butter. I then smeared butter all over her head and body. Next was cream cheese which I covered her in as well. Next I dumped a bucket of cottage cheese over her and sprayed her with whipped cream. "All dairy products! What no milk?" she asked. I grabbed the hose fro the milk tank and turned on the nozzle. "Honey, the hose is making weird noises, " Sarah said. Just then curled milk shot out of the hose and covered Sarah. " I absolutely reek! I love it!" She certainly now smelled like a pig. The last step is to have her act like a pig. We walked out of the barn and over to the old pig sty. I freshly watered it is it was nice and muddy. "Get in pig!" Sarah slowly stepped into the muddy sty. " You look the part and smell the part, now you have to act the part." "I know, I get to wallow in mud!" Sarah said excitedly. She got down on all fours and started rolling around in the mud. I went to get her food so she could have her lunch out of the food trough. "Oink! Oink! Oink!" I heard her saying as I came around the corner. She was really being a pig! I watched with camera rolling as my wife dressed as a pig rolled around in a muddy pig sty covering herself from head to toe in mud. She then laid down in the mud and started fingering herself. "Does the pig like her muddy sty?" "Oink, oink, oink, " was her response as she started to place more fingers in herself and rubbed her clit harder and faster. Soon, because of the slickness of the mud, she was able to fit her whole hand in her pussy. My wife was fisting herself! I couldn't believe what I was seeing, where was this woman all these years? "Squeal, squeal, squeal," Sarah screamed has her body shook from an incredible orgasm. She rolled over and walked on all fours over to the food trough. I dumped in it egg salad and tuna salad. She preceded to eat this out of her trough. Her face was now covered in mud and salad. "Does the piggy want to go get cleaned up for some other fun?" I asked "Oink, oink, I mean, yes please." was her response. We walked back to the house where I told her she could take off her pig outfit and take a shower. While she was in the shower I went outside and got everything prepared for what was going to come next. I set up two pools, one empty and one I filled with different pie filling and wrote on top of it with whipped cream "Happy Anniversary". Sarah got out of the shower and dried herself off. "Now that you are clean, do you feel like getting messy again?" I asked her "You bet" "Good, put your pig outfit on, come outside and sit in the pool I have setup." Sarah came back outside looking as cute as ever in her pig outfit and sat in the middle of the pool. I had my video camera all set up to record everything. "The first half of the day I took control and made you into the pig you fantasied about. Now I want to see how much you really love food and how much of a pig you can be. As you can see the pool is surrounded with containers of food. You are going to dump all that food on yourself. I'm not going to make you a pig, you are going to do it to yourself. How does that sound?" "I'll show you how much of a filthy pig I can be, " she said. "First though, I want you to introduce yourself to the camera, then tell the camera why you wanted to be a pig, and then I want to know what you thought about the first half of your day being a pig?" As a focused the camera on her. "Hi! I'm Sarah and I'm a fat filthy pig. I wanted to be a pig because I already figured that I'm fat like a pig, I love food, and I love to be humiliated. So far being a pig is more than I could have ever dreamed. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Having me wear a pig nose, and ears, and a pig tail butt plug was such a great idea. To see myself in the mirror wearing that pig outfit was so humiliating and made me so horny. I loved eating the donuts from your cock. I wish they were cream filled ones so that my face would have been a bigger mess. And being outside naked dressed as a pig was so hot. I loved rolling around in the barn and then have dairy products dumped on me. Having that curdled milk sprayed on me was a surprise. The way I completely reeked after the barn really made me wet. My juices were running down my legs. And finally, being able to be a pig in a real pig sty was a dream come true, as you could probably tell. I never thought in my life that I'd be dressed as a pig, reeking of a barn and dairy products, and rolling around in a pig sty. And then actually fist myself to an orgasm. Having to then eat out of a food trough was pretty cool too." "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Now you can just go at with the food." "First, I found a black magic marker in the house that I think I'm going to use first." Sarah sat there and started to write stuff on her body. She wrote the word "utters" with arrows pointing to her tits. On each thigh she wrote "Piggy Pussy" with arrows pointing to her fat pussy. Then reached behind herself and wrote "fat ass" on her ass. She turned all the way around to make sure the camera caught everything she wrote. "That's better," she said. "Now let's make some love to some food!" Sarah first grabbed a can of easy cheese and sprayed cheese in her arm pits. She next took a bucket of yogurt and dumped it over head. "Um, that tastes good, " she said. She then grabbed a 4 layer birthday cake and sat on it. She squealed as the cake and frosting squished up her ass and pussy. She then got a jar of peanut butter and spread it down one arm and then grabbed a jar of jam and covered her other arm. Sarah then grabbed bottle of ketchup and mustard and squirted them all over her legs. She then grabbed a thawed out pizza and rubbed her face in it. Sarah was going crazy in the pool with her food. Next was a bucket of baked beans and then refried beans which each dumped all over herself. A second later Sarah let out a huge fart. "Oops, must have been the beans," she said with a smile as she looked into the camera. The only buckets left were molasses and a bucket of fruit loop cereal. She grabbed the molasses and covered herself with it. Then came the fruit loops. She looked like a giant fruit loop cereal bar. She then found the king sized candy bars and started to stuff her pussy with them and no more could fit. "Oh look a giant pig sized pie for me," she said as she got up and waddled over with melting candy bars sticking out of her pussy to the other pool filled with pie filling. Sarah flopped down in the pie face first with the filling engulfing her entire body. "This is heaven!" Sarah yelled. She got on all fours and started oinking and squealing like a pig. "So do you think I'm a true pig now, honey?" "Yes you are a true pig." "Tell me how much of a pig I am! Don't hold back!" Sarah demanded as she turned herself over in the pie filling and started to masturbate withe the candy bars in her pussy. "You are by far the biggest pig I know honey." I could telling she was really getting off on this. "You have a big fat pig ass. You're a filthy pig who loves to fuck food." She was masturbating harder and faster. Then all of a sudden... "Oh, God! Oink, oink oink. I'm such a pig! I wish I could be a pig forever! Squuueeeaaallll, squueeeeaaalllll! Snort, snort! I'm going to cum!" Sarah screamed "Cum you filthy pig!" I cheered on. Sarah's whole body tensed as she came. I could see her squirt her juices all the way out of the pool. She laid there motionless in the filling, exhausted from what she just did to herself. "Honey, are you ok? I'm have one more thing left for my pig, the surprise in the cow tub." "I, I forgot about that." Sarah, covered in pie filling and her own juices, got up and staggered over to the tub. i lifted off the cover to reveal to her the tub of nacho cheese. I lifted her up and placed in the the cheese filled tub. I climbed in right behind her. "I want to fuck my pig right here in this cheese until we can't anymore!" I plunged into pussy from behind and started fucking her. She submerged herself in the cheese. When she came back up, she was a pig shaped cheese blob. "Fuck your pig, baby!" Sarah yelled. I fucked her in that tub for hours until neither one of us could handle it anymore. We got out and headed back inside to get cleaned up and rest. On the way I grabbed the video camera so we could watch each other get our anniversary gifts later that night. After dinner we sat on the couch and watched the tapes of both fantasies which led to more fucking. "Honey, I really loved being a pig. Can I wear the pig outfit around the house? I think it's really me. Don't worry I don't think any less of myself, I just love how I look in it." "Wear it whenever you want," I said. "Thanks for my gift! I love you so much!" "Thank you for mine. I love you too! So next year how are we going to top this?" "I have some ideas..." THE END She's at the bar... again. * _Sigh_ * It was becoming positively painful to turn down the many drunken frat boys that approached her, hoping for an easy lay. How much more of this must she tolerate before finding a real man? Dressed tastefully in tight, dark jeans and a low-cut tight top that subtly caressed the curve of her tits, she sat cross-legged on the bar stool. Swinging her high-heeled foot, just begging for attention. It was reaching the part of the night when she switched from drinking watered down rum and cokes to drinking whiskey, neat. She had just about decided to give up and head home when she felt the cold draft from the door send shivers down her spine. She knew her nipples were hard from the cold, if only someone were here that could see them. She smelt him, his deliciously masculine scent as he breezed past her. She coquettishly turned her head to watch him sit in a booth at the far end of the bar. _Hmmm, maybe this night was not such a waste._ He was tall, broad shouldered and wearing a black leather jacket tastefully cut. She watched as he slid his long arms out of the jacket and placed it gingerly on the seat next to him. "Excuse me, miss," the bartender (a curvy blonde woman with her a large amount of cleavage showing) pulled her attention away from the man. "The gentlemen in the corner there said to give you a drink and to send you over to his table." She pushed a fresh drink at her. _Odd, he hasn't even looked at me. How does he know I'm here?_ The girl slid down off the bar stool and grabbed her purse, and fresh drink before heading over to the booth and the strange man in it. She approached the table with trepidation. She smoothed down her shirt, fluffed her long dark hair and strutted as best she could in her heels. The man still didn't look at her as she approached him. She stood at the end of the table and waited for him to say something. He didn't ignore her for long. After a brief pause he ordered, "Sit." Feeling very shy, she slid as delicately as she could into the seat opposite him. "Sir, I don't know who you are, but thank you for the drink." An amused smile crept over his face as he finally looked directly at her. She was surprised at the shocking shade of brown in his eyes: dark, almost black. She had to press her legs together, the devilish look on his face made her positively damp. _It's been far too long since I've had sex._ "You're looking for a man, a real man," he said simply. She was shocked and her mouth popped open. She licked her lips as she nodded gently. The defined line of his jaw was making it hard for her to think. His head cocked to one side as he asked, "Have you ever been sexually submissive before?" The shock she felt at this comment overrode any other emotions she was feeling. "Of course not," she snapped, "And I don't plan to." She started moving as if to leave, but stopped when she felt his hand clamp around her delicate wrist. She felt her nipples perk up when he grabbed her. "Then you have never felt pleasure beyond explanation. Never felt the lines between right and wrong, rational and insane, pain and pleasure blur. You've never fully lived, never found the lines you _knew_ you could never cross and crossed them. You have been living a half life, an incomplete existence. You are never satisfied with men are you? The boys you date do so little to thrill you that you can't bare it. Sex never satisfies. The boundaries of your relationships are so unclear and unappetizing that you've spent the last six nights in this bar trying to find someone, anyone to take you to a place that you'll remember. I will take you to that place. You will trust me implicitly and I you. I will teach you what I know and in your lessons we will both take pleasure. If a deeper connection, a relationship on a level that you didn't even know existed is something that interests you, be at this address tomorrow at 9am. Bring a friend with you if you wish. Do not be late." And with that he slid a card across the table, stood and left. She heard the door swing open and closed as he left. She sat there, completely unable to form a coherent thought for several minutes. Eventually she felt her eyes flutter and she gasped. _How long have I been holding my breath?_ The air made butterflies dance in her belly and made her tits swell up and down. As quickly as she could manage, she scurried out of the bar unaware of the bartender's sly smile. She stumbled into the dark parking lot and with shaking hands unlocked her car. She plunked down into the driver's seat and took a deep breath. Her pussy was positively aching for attention. Throwing her purse into the passenger seat, she unbuttoned her jeans. Never in her entire life would she have thought that she could touch herself in a bar parking-lot, but right now she didn't care. Sliding her cold fingers under her panties and gasped at the wetness she found. She was seriously turned on. Tilting her head and letting her long hair fall down her back she felt her immense tits strain against her tight top. Her eyes closed and her mouth popped open as she found her clit with her fingers. "Ahhhhhhh," she breathed. Her knees spread as far as they could in the limited space of her little car. Her unoccupied hand found its way to her tits. She pulled down the neckline of her shirt and trussed up her breasts by pulling her bra down. Slowly she let her fingers trail over the curve of her DD's all the while imagining Him. His fingers, and the way they clamped around her wrist were all she could think about. Slowly she felt her hips start to grind against the seat, slowly, gently feeling the friction of her panties. Her fingers swirled gently around her clit, slipping through all the juices she was making. Her nipples were on fire as she caressed and gently pulled on them. Never before had she felt this way. As she again imagined his fingers clamping down on her wrist she pressed hard on her clit and pinched her nipple. She nearly came just then. Letting her fingers in her panties explore further, she pressed into herself searching for her pleasure spot. The moment she found it, her whole body changed. She was driving herself wild. Gasping for breath and moaning all the while, she started to bounce up and down on her fingers. She could feel her tits bouncing with her. Her breath was short, she was so close. Her voice changed. Her breaths came in short burst. "Ah, Ah, Ah..." * _Tap, tap, tap_ * someone was knocking on her window. Her eyes shot open and immediately recognized the bartender right outside the driver's side window. She pulled her fingers away from her pussy and quickly did her best to cover her tits, but it was obvious that the bartender had scene. (Little did she know that the bartender had been watching for a while.) "Miss, you can't do that here," the bartender smirked. The bartender was laughing at her! "You must be a pretty horny little girl. Aren't cha?" Her mouth dropped open and eyes widened in pure horror. She felt blood rush to her face; she had never been so embarrassed in her entire life. Feeling humiliated, she grabbed her keys and gunned out of the parking lot. Looking in the rear-view mirror she saw the bartender doubled over with laughter. "Well one thing is for sure," she thought, "there's no way I'm meeting that guy tomorrow!" But even she knew that wasn't true.

There was a beeping sound coming from the console and, oh did it make Captain Clarence mad. He could not stand the sound of electronics when he was getting action from his number two. The second-in-command was a fit brunette that had a certain way of draining his balls into her mouth that would compete with the best of them. The greatest part was that he did not have to pay extra for this service. Juliana was just that attentive to her Captain and that was the way they both liked it. Today, she had been on-duty so her uniform was bunched around her fit waist and her perfect breasts were bouncing around his knees. Her communicator had fallen under the desk while sucking him and he realized that his foot might have set it off. Clarence would have normally balked at the idea of others listening in on their adventures but today he was so deep in Juliana's perfect mouth that he could only focus on white knuckling his chair for dear life. The ships AI could listen all it wanted to but unless they directed the call - the connection most likely would not be made. He said her name a few times while moaning and in return she hummed. The sensation on his shaft of her vocal chords striking this note was almost too much for good ol' Capitan to handle. Just as fast as she began she leapt up while releasing him and grabbed his dick in her right hand. She motioned for him to remove her panties and he quickly obliged while wearing a smirk on his face. He thought to himself that she must love the dumbstruck looks he gave her as he surely did not deserve this kind of attention from the young beauty. Juliana was a sly one and knew that this older man was probably close to climaxing before the fun really began. She put her ass on the desk and moved to straddle him teasingly. She kept stroking him softly with one hand while she guided his shaft slightly in and around her warm pussy that was wet and ready for battle action. He wanted her so badly. The Captain grabbed her by the hips and tried to force her in one final motion onto his cock but she was resisting him while keeping the same smirk. Clarence was still just as defiant as ever and gave her a smack on her toned cheeks that sent a surprise across her face. While she looked slightly startled he jerked her one last time and he felt an explosion of pleasure as he entered her quickly. Her body temperature was always slightly higher than normal and he could always feel this when he was inside of her. Her vaginal muscles were so toned that he could feel the immense tightness of her tiny pussy and every movement she made could be felt resounding around his dick. There was no turning around now. She pulled his hair which he was expecting but Juliana did it with a ferocity that threw him off guard. He let out a gasp and she clutched his shaft with all of her might and started pumping up and down while straddling him. He felt the outer skin of his cock move with her motions as there was no amount of wetness that could lubricate the grip she had on him. As they went on he could feel his skin start to move against hers which increased the pleasure to an even higher plateau. She started moaning into his ear and her sweet breath reminded him of everything that he enjoyed in life. They had not yet kissed but in that moment it was as if she was instantly reminded Juliana kept her grip on the back of his head and pressed her face against his, fervorously kissing him so hard that he felt it in his soul. Clarence was in her so deep that their pelvis bones were grinding and he could tell that she really enjoyed moving her clitoris against the front of his muscular frame. She rubbed and rubbed and rubbed up and down while he just sat in his chair losing his grip on reality. Time began to slow and all of the energy that was coursing around his body moved to the same spot. He was about to cum. There was a slow release of the grip that she had on his cock and he felt her suddenly get wet. Her body began to convulse and the Captain could not stand the warm pleasure that he felt between her legs any longer. He came as hard as he ever had in his life filling her with every bit of the flow he could muster. Juliana's eyes went wide and this cascaded into another fit of convulsing which sent her into a frenzy. The grip on his dick became ten fold and she orgasmed as loud as he had ever heard her scream - so loud that he was sure they heard it on the bridge. The chair was soaked in all manners of juices and they just held each other in an awkward embrace before all feelings slowly subsided. Just another day on the bridge for "El Capitan". Cerisse climbed onto her horse. Behind her were the two honor guards. With the traditional robes on, and her hair down in waves of black, the tribe matriarch was ready for the ceremony. The members of the tribe lined up along the main thoroughfare of the village. Mothers held babies and fathers hoisted children on their shoulders, cheering for their leader. When they returned home they would spend some time in prayer, supporting their matriarch from afar. The outskirts of the village turned into dirt roads, and from there turned into jungle. It took the three of them a few hours to ride to their destination. Cerisse slid off her horse just before the ceremonial clearing, a guard coming over to take its reins. She glanced up to the sky, seeing the sun begin its nightly dip. "You may leave me now," she said to her guards. They nodded, turning to leave. They would return to the village, but come back at the morning. She listened as they rode off, until she could no longer hear the hoof beats. The dying sun warmed her as she disrobed, her nakedness glistening with the anointing oils. The ceremonial clearing was a little further on, so she walked. When she reached the clearing, she sat cross-legged and began her prayers. She prayed to her predecessors, the matriarchs who had come before her. Even though she had already done this numerous times, and had come to enjoy it, she still said those prayers, asking for support and guidance. As she said her prayers, the sun set and the sky darkened. When she heard a steady rustling of trees and branches, followed by a soft thumping on the ground, she knew the time had come. The first few times she had done the ceremony, Cerisse had been too nervous to do anything but let him take the lead. Now that she had done the ceremony many times, she was confident enough to stand, turn around, and greet him. So she watched as he clomped into the clearing. This ancient creature walked on four legs and was almost as tall at the shoulders as Cerisse standing up. Dark blue fur covered him, spiky and rough. Although he never talked, only expressing himself with grunts and huffs, whenever she looked into those yellow eyes she sensed an venerable intelligence. This was no normal animal, no relative to the loyal dog or dutiful horse. This was a creature born at the beginning of the earth, born from myth, full of some ancient magic. The beast recognized her, snorting as he approached. Cerisse lowered herself to her knees, and when the beast reached her she ran a hand along his head. "Greetings," she said. His tongue came out, to lick at her. She knelt, staying still, as he began to bathe her with his tongue, cleaning her. The smooth tongue ran along her shoulder, down over her breasts, and when it reached her belly, she shifted. Cerisse moved slowly, turning to go on her hands and knees. He moved along with her, Cerisse shivering as the tongue reached her genitals, slathering along her folds. The beast continued bathing her, his tongue moving up through her folds, over her backside, up over her back. When he was satisfied with her cleanliness, he began to circle her. She stayed there on her hands and knees, waiting for him. He huffed while circling her, sometimes coming closer, Cerisse watching out of the corner of her eyes. She could see his cock rising. He kept circling, until he was back behind her. Cerisse peeked over her shoulder and locked eyes with the beast. An ancient intelligence gleamed in those eyes, and Cerisse became aware once again of her place in the tribe's history, as one of many matriarchs that had submitted to this creature. She was only one in a long line of many. Still waiting, Cerisse slid a hand down to stroke her slit. She was wet, ready for him, but he would take his time as always, perhaps enjoying the view of a female before him. When she hung her head, peering behind her, she could see his cock, hanging down. His broad feet shuffled as he finally began to move forward. Cerisse was stock-still as he moved over her, his furred stomach inches from her back. She could see feet above and on either side of her head, his breath blowing her hair up off her face. When she turned her head, the beast was staring at her. He moved again, and she could feel his cock poking at her. She took a deep breath, waiting. The beast pressed forward, and with a wet pop slid inside her. The matriarch groaned, already feeling her lips stretch around just the head. Even with the anointing oils and the intense preparation that came before the ceremony, it was always a struggle at first. The beast was patient; he stayed like that, the head just inside her wetness. She practiced the breathing techniques her mother had taught her. They were similar to the ones practiced by woman in childbirth, intended to keep one as calm and relaxed as possible. The beast sensed her nervousness as always, and leaned down to lick at her upper back. The physical gesture was meant to be a signal of intimacy, of the beast recognizing her sacrifice and graciously accepting it. While this was important for the village, it was also important for the beast, for soothing his lustfulness, his burning animalistic rages that had for so long terrorized the village. It had been Maresika, that legendary matriarch, who had first discovered how to tame the beast. For ages before Maresika's time, he would come out of hibernation for some time and wreak havoc, eating livestock, destroying farmland, killing many a brave hunter. No amount of warriors thrown at him could land a killing blow. Even when wounded, he would escape, and come back the next year healed and just as strong. One year, during Maresika's time as matriarch, she had been out hunting him, when he cornered her. Instead of charging with her spear, she had been struck with an idea, an alternative to violence. So the matriarch had undressed, and as he watched, suddenly curious, she had gotten down on her hands and knees. The beast had understood the gesture, and had eagerly mounted her. When the beast had finished with her, he had slunk back to his lair. When he awoke the following year, Maresika mated with him again, and from then on the ceremony became a necessary part of life for the matriarch. Cerisse pushed back, the head sliding in just a bit more. A rumbling came from deep inside the beast's chest, as he felt more of her slick heat around his cock. He slowly pushed, Cerisse squeaking at the feeling, more of his cock being fed into her. By now the thick head was inside her, but much more was left. He pushed again, grunting softly. Another push had her seeing stars. Her pussy was stretched wide, the thickest part of the shaft yet to come. The beast snuffled at her ear, wiggling his hips, thick cock moving her slightly from side to side. She moaned, fists clenching, dirt collecting in her grip. Again he was patient. Cerisse peeked underneath herself; she could see the long, large expanse of cock waiting to enter her. At the base were two heavy testicles, containing a year's worth of seed. The matriarch shivered, imagining the feeling of all that inside her. He pressed forward, forcing her pussy to accept more cock. Cerisse groaned, her hand darting up quickly. She caressed her lips, stretched around that shaft; she could feel his cock pulsing through her skin, could feel it begin to move as the beast budged further inside her. Her hand moved to the shaft, closing around it. He grunted, enjoying that sensation, her hand tiny compared to its massiveness. He licked at her upper back again, the matriarch shuddering under the attention. She idly stroked his cock, her hand bumping into her channel. He pushed again, Cerisse groaning, feeling the stiff flesh slide through her grip. As more slipped inside her, she took her hand off, using it again to keep herself up, keep herself ready for the rest of the beast. Kneeling there on the jungle floor, she was all too aware of her own soreness and arousal. Her cunt was very wet, as it should be to take up such a challenge. Her body was warm, her flesh slick with sweat. At the same time, her muscles ached already. Her arms trembled from the exertion of holding herself up on hands and knees. His cock slid deeper, her cunt now broken in again, unable to resist the assault anymore. She lost her voice for a moment as her wetness was made to further submit. Before she could react, he began to pump his hips, thrusting slowly but intently, working in a circular motion to get deeper inside the matriarch. Her silence broke as she cried out, her pussy clutching desperately. The beast licked at her, soothing her. The pain was intense, at first, as always, but her body was aflame, aroused by the ancient power of this creature. She was overcome, pushing back, her lips swallowing more and more of the cock until his testicles were smashed against her channel, now trickling her orgasmic juices as she came, her heat impaled on his shaft. The night air was filled with the matriarch's cries. Her hand flew up to her lower stomach, where if she pressed down she could feel his thickness stuffing her. Every move she made, even just breathing, made her nerves tingle. She hung her head, feeling the cool grass tickle her forehead. This was where she had to give herself over completely, become a sheath for this archaic being to fill and use. It was necessary for the matriarch to accept this submission; whereas some of them had refused to submit mentally and emotionally, only doing so physically, Cerisse knew that he appreciated it more if there was total surrender. "Please," she moaned, beginning to screw herself back on his cock, "fuck me." He snorted, and complied, starting to pump his thickness inside her. Every move backwards pulled her pussy with it, as she was clinging tightly to his cock. She groaned, shivering, as he fucked her, taking her sacrifice and her body. Cerisse stayed on hands and knees, despite each thrust pushing her slightly forward. As she shivered, groaning, the wind caressed her heated skin, goosebumps popping up all over her. The beast snarled, tossing his head above her; the thrusts intensified, her cunt being opened up and stretched out. Her body was trembling, his eager efforts driving her pleasure further higher, each strike making her grunt. Her cunt was trickling juices, a wet thwack sounding each time he would drive into her. She felt the beast lick at her back again, the soothing closeness helping her focus, helping her begin to move again, begin to push back. "Fuck me," she groaned again, the beast growling in answer. He began to fuck her harder, hammering steadily into her. She could feel her climax coming closer; it would be the first of the night, but just as always, not the only. He seemed to sense the proximity of her orgasm, as he growled again, licking at her. His thrusts made her body bounce around, her flesh tremble. She bit back a cry, but knew when her orgasm hit, she would not be able to stay silent. She was right. The jungle was filled with her cries of passion, the sparks of white-hot pleasure bursting through her. As her cunt flooded around the thickness, her arms gave way. Before she could hit the ground, the beast had brought one limb up, catching her. His coarse fur was rough against her bare breasts, but she appreciated the gesture. Even with her moaning wildly, he kept fucking her. Her body settled, recovered from the orgasm, the beast briefly slowing as if to help her catch her breath. She nuzzled herself against him, the softer fur on his stomach brushing against her back. He growled, moving his hips again, still holding her in his grasp. After a few minutes, he let go; she yelped, falling forward, but managed to quickly put out her hands and catch herself. As the beast continued to fuck her, she started to move her hips again, bouncing back against the eager thrusting. Cerisse managed a peek up to the sky. It was still dark. Usually the beast would take his time; the ceremony would not be complete until the morning. She had plenty of time left, but was already sore. And the beast, as attentive as he could be, was not focused on her body's wellbeing. So Cerisse steeled herself; he had settled into a steady rhythm, and she again took up her breathing exercises. In the years she had been doing the ceremony, it had never gotten past soreness, brought about by his girth and enthusiastic mating. The beast fucked her, the growling near her ear a low, steady sound. If she focused, she could hear the squelching of their juices mixing, of her pussy taking the constant pounding. Their mating continued through the night. The rhythm of the fucking would change from time to time. At one point, the beast pressed hard into her, the matriarch momentarily forgetting the breathing technique. The feeling of cock plugging her quim, and fur scratching lightly at her flushed skin, made her cum. She groaned, writhing underneath him. At another point, the beast began to move slowly. Cerisse groaned at the feeling, at the slowness of his veined shaft dragging against her channel. He would pull back, until the head of his cock was keeping her lips apart, and then push, making her whimper as she was made to accept again the entirety of his cock. When he bottomed out, heavy testicles pressing against her slit, she came, her nerves afire, pussy quivering. Cerisse kept returning to the breathing exercises. She would occasionally peek up towards the sky, trying to guess how much time was left. When the sun began to rise, he had just changed rhythm again. He had been going slowly, torturing her with a leisurely pace, but just as the first splash of light appeared, he began to fuck her. The beast growled, the speed picking up until he was furiously pounding at her entrance. She cried out, wincing; her cunt was sore, her muscles aching, but she knew the ceremony was nearly over. He licked at her; sweat dotted her body, the smell of their combined juices wafting through the air. The cool night air gave way to the warm caress of the rising sun. Through the soreness, her body was tingling again. She could feel the orgasm building, and began to move again, marshalling her remaining strength to help him find release. Her hips bounced back at the wild thrusting, her moans urging on the beast. "Fuck me," she groaned. Hot breath tickled her face as he rutted into her wetness. She felt him lean down, and trembled, knowing what would happen when he found release. The beast kept up the onslaught; the pace was furious, and with every thrust, his bloated testicles smacked into her abused cunt. The matriarch cried out, grinding back desperately. His fur rippled against her, the low rumbling in his throat a sign of an impending climax. She knew he was close, so she wanted to spur him on, to do what she could to help him reach an end. Cerisse reached underneath herself, and found his testicles; she shivered as her hand was brought along with the thrusts, brushing against her slit. The heavy orbs pulsed in her hand as she squeezed them, the beast grunting at the feeling, fucking harder. His drool landed on her shoulder, and she peeked up to see his yellow eyes glazed with lust. The rumble in his throat became louder. Cerisse groaned, knowing he was on the edge. "Fuck me," she whined. "Fuck me!" He roared, hilting inside her. She felt his testicles throb, and as the load rushed up the shaft, the beast bit down on her shoulder. Cerisse cried out, fangs piercing her skin, feeling the spark of pain, but also feeling her quim stretch even more as the beast ground against her entrance. When the head of his cock erupted, sending a blast of seed into her womb, the matriarch screamed into the morning air, and as he kept cumming, the massive, year-long load flooding her pussy, she kept screaming. The feeling was wonderful, as always, that soothing heat, that sticky seed that filled her, the beast growling as he sucked at her shoulder. Cerisse writhed, her throat hoarse as she kept screaming, her womb being forced to accommodate a sea of cum. She came multiple times, from the heat and pressure building up deep inside her. The beast kept still on top of her, buried in her cunt, as he continued to breed her. She whimpered, her belly stretching as her womb expanded. The immense prick thoroughly plugged up her channel, so the seed had but one place to go, further inside her. It was uncomfortable, but it happened every year, so a matriarch would learn how to handle the situation. Her body tingled, her pussy sore, her womb filled to the brim with cum. The beast still came, still sucking at her shoulder, rumbling in his throat. By the time he finished, depositing the last dregs of pent-up seed inside her, the sun was high in the sky, the jungle awake with the sounds of nature. Of course, most of the wildlife avoided the couple, save for a few birds overhead or bugs underfoot. The beast growled, letting go of her shoulder. The matriarch fought the urge to peek, and immediately he began to lick at the wound, dousing the torn skin with his saliva. In seconds, the wound began to close, helped by the mysterious, magical properties of his saliva. He ground against her one last time, making her moan, before drawing his prick out of her depths. Cerisse groaned, putting a hand on her stomach, to feel that cock leave her. Her stomach bulged from all of the seed occupying her womb, but as the cock began to withdraw, the seed began to flow out, following it. Her cunt was sore, and the thickness pulling out made her wince and moan. Soon the head was all that was left, a flood of cum behind it. With a grunt, the beast pulled the head out, and she watched through her legs as a cascade of cum leaked from her gaping lips. The air caressed her tender slit, making her shiver; due to her quim being splayed open, the breeze reached its way into her channel, tickling her violated insides. He huffed in satisfaction, again licking at her wound. Cerisse nuzzled back exhaustedly, feeling his fur ripple against her skin. A peek to the ground between her legs showed a sea of seed soaking into the soil, and still more semen was streaming from her slit. When her hand returned to her belly, it was still a bit swollen, recovering from being stretched out. The beast gave one last lick to her wound, before moving to her side, cock softening. He poked against her stomach with his nose, and she gingerly went up to her knees, stroking his fur in response. In his eyes was the same intelligence as before, but satiated and grateful. She nodded, and he turned, beginning to lope away towards his lair. Cerisse watched him go, and when he disappeared from sight, she slumped on her knees, feeling exhaustion creep into her body. The grass became her pillow as she lay back. As her eyes began to close, her sore body shutting down for some well-earned rest, she heard hoof beats nearby, her guards coming to take her home. The ceremony was complete, the village safe for another year.

**Chapter One** **Prologue** \-- _This time I have tried my hand in a story that is set in a distant future._ _A little dystopic -- but it gives me the freedom to create people and places, and I thought it would be nice to try this genre._ _This is not 'a fuck a page' story, so if that's what you are looking for -- this is not it!_ _It does have a lot of erotica, but it takes a little while to get started -- but I hope you'll give it a chance, as well as I hope you will like it. Comments -- as always -- very welcome!_ _girl_ \-- There was a small noise in the undergrowth just behind her. Some dry leaves or twigs were disturbed. 36 froze and held her breath. She stood still as a statue -- taking in the silence around her. Hearing the thumbing of her own heart hammer in her ears. After a short while, she exhaled and decided it must have been a small animal. Even though she had not moved very much, she might have disturbed it, or it was waking up for the night ahead. She lifted her head and looked out over the field in front of her. The cows on the left stood absolutely still. Like her they seemed to await the dusk. She was getting ready to move. It was almost time. During the day, she had been hiding under this fallen tree -- and had covered herself with leaves as best she could -- but only slept lightly -- as always on the alert. The red sun shone though the constant mist and slowly moved down to the horizon. It was indeed almost time. The grey, hazy daylight turned into an even darker, colder hue. The bushes on her left lost their grey-green and slowly turned into a blurry shadow. The mist began forming a hazy shroud over the field, and the cows emitted a vaporous cloud, almost as if they were on fire. She had seen the farmer come out to milk them earlier, so she knew they would be left alone there for the night. Would it be safe to drink the milk? Probably not, but she was starving and had not had much to eat the last few days. Only some berries and a few roots, she had dug up with her fingers. Now everything was quiet and she was waiting for the darkness to settle so she could cross the open field unseen. A lonely bird chirped a few notes, and then went silent again. 'A melancholic salute to the setting sun', she thought. She wondered what kind of bird it was? Now the darkness had settled and blurred all details. Slowly she rose and stretched her body. Her limps were cold and stiff from the long wait. She looked around once more and listened. Her ears were her best aid in the dark. There was nothing except the muffled sound of the cows moving about. She bent down quickly and pulled her leather shoes off. Might as well save them. She was going to cross a field of grass, so there was no need for shoes. She checked the little pocket inside her 'dress'. Yes, the small, crude knife The Blacksmith had made for her was still there. It gave her a little comfort. She was not totally defenseless, even though she knew it was at best a false security. The knife could probably cut someone, but if more than one attacked her, she would be helpless. It was a flat, black iron piece. Soft iron. The Smith had taught her to sharpen it on any flat rock. The softness of the iron made it blunt from just lying in its pocket. On the other hand: When she had just sharpened it, it could cut anything. It had even begun to cut a slit in the leather holster she kept it in. Once more she pressed around the leather straps round the handle. It felt warm and secure. She would not give up without a fight -- never! Slowly she moved out into the open, into the danger. She never ran. Always moved slowly, silently and carefully. After all she did not really know where she was going. Just hoping she would find something to eat and drink. She did not feel hunger, only an emptiness inside. Her stomach had long since stopped complaining when it was empty. 'Strange', she thought. 'Hunger could just be ignored, and if ignored long enough just stops being an issue.' She stayed in the shadow of the tree-line for as long as possible. Moving slowly and carefully. Listening and looking in all directions. At the absolute shortest open distance between her and the cows, she slid out and crossed the field. She knew that their udders would be almost empty, but there could always be milked a little from each of them. Enough for her, she hoped. Her father had warned her -- a long time ago - against drinking milk from any animal. He had told her: 'You don't know where it has been grazing, and what might have found its way to the milk.' She was too starved to care. She used her hands and body to press against the cows, making room for her to slip in between them. She could hear them belch, gulp and making chewing noises as they were giving todays grass-menu another trip through their system. She patted the closest cow on the head and felt the warm air as it exhaled on her hand. She waited a few minutes in silence until she heard the splashing sound as one of them relieved itself. She located the place and stepped in the fresh, hot dung with both feet. 'Ahhh.' The walk across the damp grass had frozen her already cold feet into numbness, now the warmth of the dung made her feet come back to life. She closed her eyes and let the warmth creep up inside her legs. She stepped a little up and down. This was a good trick. The dung would give at least the upper side of her feet a protective layer for most of the night, even though walking through the wet the grass would clean the soles quickly. She picked out a cow in the dark. Put her arm over its head and buried her face into the warm, damp fur. She whispered into its ears: 'So, so. You are going to help me. I am sorry, but I have to do this.' She bent down, found the udder and pressed a thin ray of milk into her mouth. The cow did not react but stood perfectly still. She could feel the warm, creamy milk all the way down inside her. She went on to the next teat. She only pressed once on each teat, then moved on -- and after the first cow, she moved to the next. Feeling sure that if anyone would be looking, they would just see a bunch of cows standing peacefully in the field. The last two cows had already gone down and was settling for the night, so she left them alone. Having had enough rich milk to make her feel strong again, she scratched the nearest cow between its horns, gave it a kiss and said in a low voice: "Thank you!" Then rose up and moved across the now totally dark field. She hoped that it would be a moonless night. Reaching the safe shadows on the other side of the field again, she ventured into the darkness of the forest. The moon had indeed risen, but it was covered in a murky haze and did not give much light. She looked up and through a sudden clearing in the haze, she saw a star for a moment, before the mist closed in again. She decided to put her shoes on anyway. Better be safe. If she walked in the darkness, she might step on something and she needed the full use of her feet. Bits of dried cow dung scraped off as she pulled the leather over her feet. For a while she moved relatively fast on a small path -- maybe an animal path? She made good progress, and was skilled in moving silently -- even in the dark.. Then she saw something flicker ahead. A fire? She stood absolutely still. A fire meant humans, and humans very often did not mean anything good. She strained her eyes to see. It was definitely a campfire up ahead. She stepped to the right and began to slowly and carefully making a wide circle around the light. If it was humans, they probably had someone on guard, so she had to make a large circle, and passing outside the path meant that she had to be extra careful where she put her feet. She took the shoes off again. Her bare feet had a better chance of sensing where she walked and on what. Her movements became slower and much more careful.. She kept checking out where the fireplace was in relation to her direction. For some reason she became curious. Maybe it was her stomach, that still called out for food, maybe she just wanted to make sure that these people were hostile, before passing the chance of getting warm, having company and being fed. It did not make her less careful. She went down on all four, and began to creep closer. Her hands circling the spot in front of her constantly. Making sure there were no sharp stones -- or twigs that might break and reveal her position. She hoped they did not have dogs or guards. Soon she could hear the muffled sound of voices. They had a deep tone - all male. One last pull of her elbows and she could lift a branch and look into the clearing -- then she felt the chill all the way down her body: Slave traders! She had a perfect view of the clearing. In the center, there were five men seated, facing the crackling logs in the campfire. Their automatic rifles placed within reach just behind each of them. They were looking into the fire -- good. That meant that their night vision was non-existing and they would not be able to spot her in the darkness of the forest. They all had long hair and beards, and were passing a skin-sack -- probably with wine or another kind of alcohol -- between them constantly. They were too far away for her to hear what they were saying or what language/dialect it might be, but the slurring of their voices and the way they moved told her that they were obviously drunk. There were no dogs in sight -- fortunately. On the far side to the left their horses were lined up. Tied to a long rope between two trees. She counted twelve horses and did her arithmetic quickly: one for each of the men, two for the supply wagon next to the horses. That made seven. Even with one or two spare horses, there would still be someone missing -- maybe the guards. She carefully looked round and listened, but saw or heard nobody. Then decided to lie very still for a while yet. At least till she had located the missing persons and made sure they were no danger to her. She carefully let her eyes wander round the clearing -- then stopped cold. Right behind the fire and the men she could see naked bodies lying on the ground -- and now she realized that the faint sound, she had heard over the men's laughter and talking, was a series of moans and low cries. Between two large trees at the edge of the clearing was a heavy iron chain -- some of it reflected the light from the fire. She clearly saw the crude, heavy padlock securing the chain round the trunk of the tree at her left. It then went to the first of five bodies -- all naked women -- dirty and full of dark streaks -- the marks of a whip. She strained her eyes to see better. The chain was attached to a heavy steel collar round the first woman's neck - by another formidable padlock. Then on to the next woman -- again with a padlock to her collar -- and so on. Finally, the end of the chain went around the other tree -- and was locked round that. The chain being so tight that it kept an even space between the women -- and made it impossible for them to have any contact. Some of them where on their back and some on their side. Some of them where lying very still -- as if unconscious, some were moving slightly -- and it was from those, she had heard the muffled sounds of agony. No wonder she had not heard anything louder: each of the women had a metal contraption round their heads, holding something in their mouths. It looked very uncomfortable and efficiently prevented them from making other than muffled sounds. Their hands -- on their backs -- where locked together by equally heavy steel cuffs -- connected by a very short chain -- and on their ankles another set of shackles with a short chain between them. Two of them even had a very tight fitted iron belt round their waists. On the right of the clearing was a large, dirty, square tent. It was rag- tagged and seemed repaired or stuck together with a variety of material pieces. All of them more or less the same dirty earth color as the clothes the men were wearing. The men kept talking and drinking -- and none of them seemed to be on the lookout -- obviously they felt quite secure. Her eyes and ears constantly scanned the clearing and the woods behind her. Trying to avoid looking at the fire to keep most of her night-vision, she ended up by looking closer at the women on the ground. One of the women raised her head and looked round, then settled again. It was enough for her to get a good look at the device in round her head. It consisted of a wooden or hard ball stuck in her mouth. Through the center of this ball went an iron rod. This was 'U' shaped and went around her head -- pressing her lips back and making her close tightly on the ball. On the back of her head the ends of the iron rod went through a flat piece of iron, and on the back of that a nut in each side had been tightened to make the device sit perfectly and securely. Most of the faces turning her way where shining in the light. A sign that a constant stream of saliva was running out and down their chins and faces. She knew the device only too well, and knew that it made it almost impossible to swallow one's saliva... Another shiver went down her spine. Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the undergrowth from the far side of the clearing. All the men jumped up and grabbed their rifles. A cry came from the darkness and the men -- now standing round the fire -- replied, and seemed to relax again. The way they had reacted confirmed to her that they had no guards out. An eerie procession walked into the light: First a man with a rifle, then two men with a thick wooden branch between them -- resting on their shoulders -- and then finally the last man. All was now accounted for. What really made her blood turn to ice was that on the branch a woman hung suspended by her wrists and ankles. She could see that her hands and feet had changed color. The tight leather ropes holding her around the branch had partly stopped the circulation. She was hanging quite limb and her head -- which was inside a brown, dirty sack -- was bend backwards. The string round her neck -- holding the sack in place -- looked like it was tightly bound. She wondered if the woman was still alive. She could see -- from the woman's arms and legs sticking out from her simple, grey, coarse dress -- that she was young and had smooth skin. Probably a peasant woman that had been unfortunate to walk into these guys on some desolate path in the vicinity. She could not have had many chances against four armed men. Two of the other men had been to the supply wagon, and now came back with two heavy, metal tripods. They lifted the branch with the woman off their shoulders and hung it on the tripods. Her body hung absolutely still, as they cut and tore her clothes off and threw them on the fire. The first sign that she was alive came, when the men proceeded to grope, pinch and poke all over her. Her body tensed and twisted in the restraints as if she had any way of avoiding the intruding hands and fingers. 36 understood some of their remarks even though it was a dialect she was not familiar with, but the combination of the groping hands, their laughter and comments left no doubt that they were checking if the woman was worth the trouble. Small sounds from within the sack reached all the way over to the undergrowth, where 36 was hiding. The bag was untied and pulled off, and in the flickering light from the fire, she clearly saw the girls frightened eyes and the very dirty cloth used to gag her mouth. It was sticking out on the sides of the rope wound tightly round her head several times. Her chin and the surroundings of her mouth shone with the saliva she had no way of holding back. One of the men took a firm grip of her hair and examined her face: Opening her eyes with two fingers, poking a finger up her nose, pressing on her cheeks. He let go as he said something 36 could not distinguish from her hiding place, but apparently, he had declared her healthy. Or healthy enough for their purposes. They all laughed -- and the woman looked from one to the other with even bigger and more frightened eyes. He grabbed her hair again -- and this time, he spoke in a language 36 could hear and understand. His voice booming over the crackle of the fire as he hissed in her face: 'Now I will change the gag and you will be free to scream as much as you like for a few moments -- but no one but us will hear you. The only thing you will achieve will be to make us angry and that will be very bad for you. Do you understand?' The girl had no way of answering, but apparently the man decided that she had understood the message. 36 imagined how they had either waited for her -- or accidentally stumbled into her -- on some lonely path. She also imagined how the woman had begged for mercy and for them to let her go. They had probably done this many times before, so she would have had little chance against 4 grown and strong men. The gag and bag would have been put on her head very quickly - and maybe at gunpoint. After that she had probably been quite easy to tie up and place on the wooden beam. 36 did not understand or could place their language, when they spoke among each other, but when the man had spoken to the woman, she had understood him -- but not been able to place his accent. The strap round the head came off and the cloth gag out. 36 could hear the woman saying something -- probably a last plea to be set free. Then -- while the man had kept his firm grip on her hair - a wooden ball on an iron rod was put over her head and in front of her lips. She kept her mouth tightly closed as the ball touched her lips. Another man grabbed her right nipple -- and pressing hard and twisting the nipple while pulling so the whole breast stretched upwards. The woman screamed in pain, but the scream was muffled as the ball went into her mouth. Several hands helped in pushing the flat iron piece on the end of the rod and up against the back of her head. Then the nuts went on -- and finally they used a set of pliers to tighten the arrangement, stretching her lips and tightening them around the ball. She made a loud sound of pain from her throat as the nuts were given the last turns. They let go and she shook her head as if she tried to get the thing out of her mouth again. They all laughed at that and one of the men even mocked her further by once again grabbing her hair and kissing her lips round the ball -- and licking her with his tongue. Big tears ran out of her eyes, and shone in the night as they ran down the sides of her cheeks. They stood there for a while, talking and pointing. Obviously discussing the woman's features -- and maybe trying to evaluate how much she would bring in at the slave market that they apparently were heading for. One of the men had gone to the wagon. He now came back with a load of chains and metal objects that he threw on the ground with a loud, clanking noise. He kicked the bundle of iron at his foot around for a little while, then bent down and lifted a heavy collar attached to two equally heavy chains from the bundle. Again, a grip on the woman's hair held her head still, while skilled hands slid the collar round her neck, and the spanner were used once again to secure it firmly in place. The chains hanging down from the front and back of the collar. She was almost ready to take her place among the unfortunates lying between the trees in the background. None of the women there had reacted. They were probably all too tired and worn out to do anything than doze in their painful irons. The woman on the branch again hung limb by her wrists and ankles. Her head bend backwards again -- probably in pain from the heavy collar and gag. She seemed somehow to have realized that there was no way out of this, and just hung there like all spirit had left her. Her smooth but dirty body shining in the bright light from the fire. The one 36 had identified as the leader issued a series of guttural orders. And the men stepped back. Two of them came forward -- each holding a long, braided bullwhip. They took up position on each side of the hanging woman flicked their wrists a few times making the whip snake slowly on the ground. On the leaders orders they both swung their whips. The silence of the night broken by the swishing noise -- and then the distinct sound of the leather hitting naked flesh. The woman convulsed in a sudden cramp from the pain. Her body arched upwards, her stomach almost touching the middle of the branch then fell back to her former hanging position only to receive another set of blows from each side. Again, she twisted and turned - and muffled cries of pain emitted from her gagged mouth. The chain from her collar rattling on the ground. Then another and another and.... They worked her body over from top to bottom and back again. Skillfully placing long red welts on each little part. The other men stood by drinking and watching with almost no reaction. Once in a while one would point at the woman and say something to the man next to him. Probably commenting on a body part, a particularly well-placed stroke or saying whatever he intended of doing to her afterwards.. Her movements gradually became slower and she hung more and more still as the whips did their hurting dance on her naked body. 36 knew the routine. They would continue till she had felt the whip on every little bit of her body, and all thoughts of resistance or fighting had left her. Her mind would be in a red haze of pain and she would see the world through the filter of her tears. The pain not defined to a single spot -- but more like she had been lowered into a sea of red-hot lava. 36 closed her eyes a held her hands tightly over her ears so that as little as possible of the torment would get through to her. It took a while for them to cover the woman's body completely in red and blue welts. She hung even more limb than before. Streaks of dirt down her cheeks showed where her tears had flowed in streams from her eyes, and her hands and feet were getting an even more distinct blue hue. Small drops of blood dripped from the leather straps holding her to the branch. The visible signs of her attempts to avoid the whips. The leader went forward and let his hand stroke the woman's body. Apparently finding pleasure in the marks his men had made on her. He looked up and issued yet another string of guttural commands. The men with the whips sank down by the fire and took a good gulp of the leather wine containers. Some of the others began rummaging around in the pile of iron on the ground beside the girl. Then they untied her feet. They just fell to the ground. Something that created a short laughter among the men. Again 36 sensed they discussed the girls features and her stage of pain. Iron cuffs -- like the ones the women by the tree were wearing was mounted on her feet. Again, heavy and crude padlocks made sure they were permanent. The woman made no movements -- just hung there. Finally, they untied her arms. It took two strong men to get her upright -- and as she was swaying from side to side, they had to keep holding her. Some of the others mounted equally heavy cuffs on her wrists. These with only a few chain links between them. Then they forced her arms up on her back, pulled the chain from the back of her collar tight, and locked the cuffs to the chain. Her lower arms were almost horizontal and kept in that position on her back by the chain from her collar. She was now equipped like her sisters in slavery by the tree -- but her ordeal was not over. Almost dragging the half-unconscious woman, the two men on her sides pulled her by her upper arms to the tent -- and inside. The opening of the tent fell back, and 36 could not see what was going on. 36 had hoped the woman would be pulled to the trees and attached to the other girls, but seeing the woman being pulled into the tent, her worst fears were confirmed. The woman had hardly moved her feet when she was dragged to the tent. The leader followed right behind the men and the woman, while the other men took the tripods back to the wagon and cleared everything before settling by the fireplace again. The whole thing had been very quick, and now everything looked the same as when she first stuck her head through the bushes to look in. She heard some muffled sounds from the tent. Above the almost non-human sounds, she could hear the leader huff and puff and the hoarse, little screams as he emptied himself somewhere inside the captured girl.. After a while he came out, adjusted his clothes as another man rose and went into the tent. The leader dumped down at the fireplace, and grabbed the wine-sack, had a long, deep gulp and belched loudly into the night. One by one the men went into the tent. The muffled sounds being lower and lower and with long, silent intermissions, until 36 only heard the sounds of the men satisfying themselves sounding in the night. The fourth man came out of the tent. His wet and shining penis still dangling out of his trousers. He walked almost straight over to the place where 36 was hiding. Stopped about a meter from her, and a splashing sound told her, he relieved himself in the undergrowth. She stayed very, very still -- and stopped breathing. She could see the signs of his semen on the half erect member -- and the shine which was probably from the girl's vagina. After he had relieved himself, he unceremoniously pushed his member in his trousers, buttoned up, and walked over and settled by the fire. 36 lay still -- for a very, very long time. She waited till all the men had been in the tent, and watched as the woman was dragged out -- and over to the other women by the tree. She could see the traces of the men's actions on the insides of the woman's legs, in her crotch -- and around her back opening. Now she looked hardly conscious at all -- and was dragged like a ragdoll to a position by the tree -- at the end of the line. She was attached to the last woman in the row by a similar chain from that woman's collar, and then her collar was locked to a short piece of chain, tightened and locked round the tree. 36 waited even longer -- as peace fell onto the camp, the men gradually falling asleep, or getting up -- unsecure on their legs -- and walking to the tent to turn in for the night. When everything was quite still -- apart from the last cracklings from the dwindling fire -- and a few moans and groans from the women, she slid backwards -- inch by inch. Her feet feeling the way behind her. When she was a short distance away, she got on her knees and hands -- and moved a little faster -- but still careful not to break any dry twigs with her knees and hands -- and not make any sounds. As she crept backwards, she could see the embers of the fire getting weaker and her full night vision returned slowly. Her ears registering the night sounds of the forest. When she was absolutely sure, nobody from the camp could hear her -- even though she was convinced they were all more or less unconscious from the drink -- she got up, stood a little while -- slowly stretching all her muscles before she turned and began running -- first slowly and carefully -- but then, as soon as she was on the animal path again, and her eyes could see where she was going, she sped up and ran, and ran - as fast as she could -- away from the camp. As she ran her thoughts began wandering. It had not always been like this. Once she had been far away from all misery and danger. She had a roof over her head and a family that loved her. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter Two** **Childhood joys** \-- _In this chapter, I have to give a little background. I will have to mention 36's childhood -- but there will be absolutely no sex involved here!_ \-- As she ran through the night, her mind turned to her childhood -- and better days. Her memory of living with her family on the mountain was faint and faded. It had been their mountain. She had probably been born there, but she had trouble remembering anything from the first years of her life. She did know that she had been happy -- and safe! In the little log cabin, her father had built. Neatly tucked away in a ravine on a small mountain. The air always being fresher than in the lowlands. The sun had been brighter -- not as red as it was on the plains below. She even thought that the plants had been more vivid green than anywhere else. The rain seemed fresher and clearer -- purer. In the lowlands it often rained mud -- or so it felt. One became dirty from it. She remembered her father, mother, brother and sister. She smiled to herself at the memory. Her father had gone out every day, and in the evening, he had come home with food, that her mother had cooked. The children had spent a little time each day in a nearby bog, cutting the turf for the stove. They had had a roof over their heads and a fire in the oven -- on festive occasions they had spent a little of their precious firewood. She could still sense the smell of the burning wood in the stove, when she closed her eyes. They had lived a good life. \-- They had had a few books on the mountain. Her mother had used them to teach the children the alphabet, numbers and a few basic facts. The largest of the books had had an impressive golden-lettered title on the back: 'Encyclopedia of Nature'. She had loved to look at especially the animals in it. Spelling her way through the title, one evening she had asked her father what 'Encyclopedia' meant? He had answered that it was 'everything'. It disappointed her a little as she had been looking for some of the strange animals her father brought home for them to eat, but not found them. There was no picture or story about the fish with two heads, no hairless deer calf's or even the asymmetrically build large bird; he had taken home one evening. On her questions about it, they had not been shaking their heads as usually when she asked and asked, but had become quite serious and had told her that it was'mutants'. She never did get an answer to what'mutants' where, but figured out over time, that any animal not found in the 'Encyclopedia' was a'mutant'. \-- Her and her brother and sister had roamed the mountain freely. Of course, they never went far, but one day, she had ventured alone a little further down the mountain than ever before. She had come across a ruin of a house. It was burned out, but most of the walls still stood, looking like a set of worn teeth. Inside she had gone through the rubble to see if there was anything of interest, but the place had probably been searched before, because she found nothing, except charred wood, bits of paper and rubble. She had been sitting a while outside, looking at the ruin, when she had noticed that something was not right. She had walked round the house a few times, before she had figured out that there had to be a room in one of the corners. A room covered with rubble. She had come back day after day and worked to remove the rubble. Each day she was careful to go past the stream outside their house and clean up before entering her home. After about a week, she had uncovered a collapsed door. She had cleared enough of the opening to just squeeze inside, hoping that the room would be intact. It was disappointing at first. It was burned out as the rest. There was a bit of light coming through holes in the ceiling. She took what she could find that looked interesting and carried it outside. It took most of a day. Especially when she had to lift the remains of a bed in the room to get at whatever was under it. Most of what she found she discarded as useless when she got it out in the daylight. In the end there were tree things she brought with her back to their cabin: A slightly burned poster of a horse head, a round shiny disc (there had been several of these but most of them were either half melted or in other ways useless), and a weird contraption: an oblong box with numbers and letters on. They all found a permanent place in her very private little box under the bed. The disc she used for looking at herself as the shiny surface reflected her face almost as a picture. The slightly burned poster she nailed over her bed, and the oblong contraption with the letters and alphabet, she just kept as a treasure. Often, she wondered about the many, orderly little squares on the last thing - with letters and numbers. Her mother had been teaching her to read and write, but this contraption with its little squares, grouping the numbers and the alphabet seemed to have some sort of code, she could not decipher. F. inst. the number 'one' was grouped with 'abc' in a square plate by itself, 'two' with 'def' and so on. It did not make sense. However, the small, shiny plate on top of the thing could also be used as a mirror, even though the grey base color did not give as good a reflection as the shiny disc, but the little rounded square box felt good and warm in her hands. Both of them gave a reflection like looking in the stream just outside their house - just portable. She did not have to wait for a clear day, and then go all the way downhill to the stream, she could just pull out her secret 'plates' and look at herself. She had noticed, when she lifted the bed away in the ruin that it had had the remains of a pink cover. Only one small corner piece was left. She imagined another little girl living in the room a long time ago, and spent hours imagining how life must have been, and where the other girl might have gone. Of course, she realized that the girl and her family had left a long time ago, and the state of the house made it clear that no attempt had been made to return to the place. She hoped though that the girl lived somewhere and that the sheer power of her thoughts connected them over time and space. Maybe the girl had had a horse or pony like the one on the poster? Or maybe she just wanted one and therefore had had the poster over her bed? The possibilities were many and kept her mind occupied for a very long time. \-- She had grown up in this safe and warm environment -- and turned into a young woman. On her twenty-first summer, her father had not come home one evening. They went looking for him for a few days, but found nothing even though their search brought them further away from their home than she had ever dreamed of going. He could have been taken by an animal, fallen in a crevice in the cliffs, been captured by one of the roaming bands or..or.. They went by their nearest neighbours a bit down the mountain, but it was not encouraging. They told them stories of roaming bands of armed bandits seen more and more often, and they had lost a half-grown boy and their two cows. Discouraged they went home to grief. A few weeks later, her brother also disappeared. As with her father, it was also without any trace. Her mother kept them both close to the house all day for a long while. She also found the old hunting rifle and the few shots they had for it. It got a permanent place just inside the door. Loaded and ready. One day she had found the old six-shooter under her mother's pillow. It was old and rusty and had been kept in the back of the lowest drawer in their rackety old commode. Her father had often said that pulling the trigger would be more dangerous to the person firing it, than whatever that person aimed at. No one knew if it functioned, and her father had once tried to clean it and showed her that it only had tree bullets. Her father's hunting had always been done with snares, a spear or a bow and arrow. Now they had to rely on her and her brother's ability with the snares -- as none of them had learned to handle the spears or the bow and arrows. Often they came home with a small animal -- but just as often there was nothing in the snares -- and they had to go hungry. Their supply of stored food was getting scarce and often they went to bed with just a little bread or a few wild potatoes to share. Then the neighbour's husband came by, and her and her siblings were sent outside while the neighbor talked with their mother. After a while, she had been called in and told that they had found a safe place to send her: 'The Shelter for Young Women'. It cost all the valuables they had, so her little sister had to stay behind. After all she was so young that probably nobody would do her any harm, besides her mother needed the help. So, it was decided. Through the neighbours a message was sent to the school. A few weeks later a caravan of horses and carts arrived from the school. An escort of men on horseback armed with automatic rifles and two transport wagons for the women. Her mother sent her off with the following: 'Remember to do whatever it takes, but it is a trader's world. Never give something for nothing, but get something for something. Stay alive and come back one day!' She still remembered looking out of the wagon as they drove away and seeing her mother and sister waving outside the house. For a long while they drove round the countryside and picked up more young women. All around the same age as her: 20-something. They included the neighbour's oldest daughter as well. Each place they picked up somebody and loaded the middle wagon with the school fee: Sometimes gold and jewelry, sometimes dried meat, sometimes furs. Whatever people had, they paid to have their maturing daughters brought to safety. They arrived at the coast one rainy and windy morning. In a little coastal village. It seemed safe enough. The village was on a piece of land extending out into the water, so the only access was over a

small, rocky strip. They were unloaded by the small harbour -- and made to wait in a kind of storehouse: A large one-room structure smelling of corn and meat -- and as they had been living on dried meat throughout the journey, their mouths began to water -- and their stomachs rumble. They stayed there for the rest of the day -- and the night, where they slept on the grain sacks on the floor. Waiting for better weather. Finally -- just before midday -- they were told to get up, ushered outside -- and into a small sailing boat. The guards were as always polite and helpful -- and kept a close lookout for any strangers getting too near the women. It was a steel sailing yacht -- with plenty of room for all of them -- and the goods accumulated as payment. It had all been loaded during the night and early morning, so all that was needed was for the women to get aboard -- and then they were off. At first, she had been overwhelmed with all the new impressions: First time seeing the sea, first time being on a sailing boat, which scared her as she looked down into the water that seemed dark and ominous. Soon the lazy movements of the boat -- and everybody else's apparent calm made her relax and enjoy the trip. She wondered about the place they were going to. It was a hazy morning, the wind slight and the sails flapped in the wind as the exited the small harbour. Lazy waves began to lift them slowly up and down as they came out onto the open sea. After a while the haze cleared and a misty sun shone through. Now she could see a small island in the distance -- her future home. It looked tiny against the enormous surface of the sea -- but still gave her a feeling of comfort as it was obviously hard to get at. She stood on the deck and felt the fresh wind in her hair. At the railing with some of the other women. Staring at the island. The boat docked in a small, natural cove -- enforced with concrete quaysides, and protected against the weather. The island seemed rocky. Here and there vegetation fought bravely to hold on to the cliffs -- but further up she could see something greener -- and maybe even trees. A small well-trodden path led from the harbour up behind some cliffs. She later found out that one could walk round the coastline in less than a day -- in a slow, normal walking pace. Around the coast it was mostly cliffs and rocks -- but as soon as one got just a little away from the shoreline, there were lots of vegetation - and even a few trees. The Shelter had once been a luxury resort hotel. A large, squarish structure, with something that had once been a whitewashed façade, and with a red, tiled roof. Later a high wire fence had been erected all around the main building and the few outhouses. She wondered if it was to keep intruders out -- or the women in. The guards had their own wooden barracks just by the landing place (and outside the fence). They stayed there when they were not patrolling outside the fence and keeping a lookout for strangers approaching. At the far end of the island was an old lighthouse. Of course, there was no light in it, but the guards used it as a lookout -- and no one could come anywhere near the island without being seen from the platform high above the ground. Inside the big building they were received by an elderly -- and kind looking lady that informed them of the few basic rules of the place. They were to attend school in the mornings, do small chores like cleaning and helping in the kitchen in the afternoon. The evenings they were free to relax, talk, go to the library and find a book to read -- or just relax in their beds. It Seemed easy enough, she thought. Later she found out that most of the women were illiterate -- and had had no form of schooling or training -- so the 'classes' in the morning were very basic -- and she more or less slept through most of them, as the things they went through -- or were supposed to learn, she already knew from her parents 'home schooling'. She quickly became popular as she helped most of the other women with their 'homework'. The classrooms were in the old conference rooms -- and in one of the restaurants. The place had had several restaurants on site, but only one were now used as'schoolroom'. The others stood empty and unused. The women were installed -- two and two -- in the former guest rooms -- hers had '36' on the door, and she was bunking up with a quiet woman that hardly ever spoke. Apparently she had been exposed to some kind of traumatic experience and had shut the world out. Never mind how much and how different -- she tried to make contact and build a relationship with this woman -- it never succeeded. The teachers, cooks and caretakers lived in the other wing of the place -- the wing that had the former luxury suites, so they all had a spacey apartment to live in. She soon settled in. She was given two white dresses made of a single, cotton sheet. It just had a hole for her head, two holes for her arms -- and a string round her waist. It had the former hotels name embroidered in one of the corners. Apparently there had been a huge store of these sheets as most of the women wore them -- and to distinguish them when they were washed, hers had '36' crudely painted on the back of both her 'dresses' -- in red. She also got a pair of -- almost new -- jogging shoes -- that almost fit her. The laces had been replaced by string, but she did not mind -- especially as she left them in her room most of the time. She was used to being barefoot from her earliest childhood -- and had very hard skin under her feet. She soon found out that life was not as easy as she had thought in the beginning. In fact, the discipline was rather harsh. They had a 'wake-up call' very early -- the teacher in charge of the morning would go down the hall and bang hard on all the doors as he/she passed. Then they were expected to quickly appear in the basement for a common, summary washing in cold water. Afterwards they assembled for breakfast. It turned out that their dining room (also in the cellar) was not a former restaurant a she had thought the first couple of times, she had been there, but the former staff dining room. Thus, is was simple and the light came from unshielded bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Breakfast was usually a few slices of very dark bread -- and a slice of cheese or two -- accompanied by a large jug of icy cold water. She soon found out that she had to eat her bread and cheese relatively fast. The teacher on duty would announce from the end of the room that breakfast was over -- and then they all had to get up and go -- quietly and quickly -- to their classes. It did not give one much time to talk to the other women -- everybody was trying to gulp their ration down before they had to get up and go. She never wondered why they were treating adult women like they were naughty little girls. She just fell in line like the rest of them. In the classes there was often only one book available, and that was the one the teacher used. She found out that teaching was done with whatever book(-s) were at hand -- and most of it was listening and repeating what the teacher said. The women did have free access to the Library -- in their spare time. They could bring one book out at a time and read in their rooms f. inst. She could read -- in the beginning a bit stumbling -- but she found some dictionaries and expanded her vocabulary. So soon she was reading quite advanced books. She spent most of her free time in the Library. During her stay, she got through most of the books. From 'The Art Of Fine Cooking' to '1984' -- from 'History Of The Roman Empire' to Strange modern books by someone called Vonnegut, Ginsberg and so on... Sometimes she even forgot to appear for dinner as she was engulfed in a book. That resulted in her being punished -- of course. In general, they were punished often, and usually rather harshly. Small offenses like not having cleaned their rooms properly, leaving some of their few belongings outside the cupboard in their room, or talking while in classes were punished directly -- and usually with a series of cane strokes on some place on their bodies. Medium offenses like being late for breakfast, or other meals were punished by being forced to stand outside tied to a pole -- naked -- and often in the rain for prolonged periods of time. Big offenses like going outside the fence without permission, gave them one or several days locked in solitude, naked in a small, windowless and unheated room in the cellar. The latter being in the old wine cellar -- and had a some of the old wine barrels in one end as well as a series of very small rooms along one side. The smell of the wine still lingered there. When the door to one of the little rooms were closed and locked, there was absolutely no light -- and of course it was cold and unheated. She had her share of it all, and often had problems sitting down, because she had been repeatedly caned. She also spent a lot of time in the cellar as she ventured outside as soon as she had any chance to do so. She took the caning without a sound -- and she used the time in the cellar to dream and repeat some of the books, she had read - in her mind. She actually preferred the time in the cellar from the other forms of punishment, and she hated standing outside in the rain. Tied up and on display in the middle of the courtyard. Most of the teachers and other staff took a pride in caning the women -- some of them even seemed to have a strange enjoyment of doing so, and used any excuse to give one of them a good workover with the cane. All teachers and staff had a cane hanging from their belts besides the keys to all doors and locked cupboards etc. She made some friends, but most of the women suffered from whatever experience that had had before coming to the island, so they acted strange: Being very quiet, crying at strange times or screaming in nightmares in their beds when everything was still. She thus found it hard to communicate with them. The school had its cheerful moments. One day someone had found a supply of old hotel door signs. For a long while almost every door in the place had either 'Please make up my room' or 'Do not disturb' hanging from the doorknob. Funny as they had no place where they could not be disturbed, and they did all the cleaning themselves. Once every week the boat came over with supplies from the village: Food, firewood, coal and whatever could be had of useful items. In spite of the hard treatment and discipline, she felt safe and appreciated the chance to learn. \-- After a while, she began wondering what happened to the women after they had been at the school for a longer period of time. Somehow some of the oldest women disappeared now and then and never came back. One day they would be there and attending classes with the rest of them, and the next day they were gone. No one spoke to them of this and questions were not asked -- or if asked -- not answered by the staff. Usually it went like this: All the women were asked to stay in their rooms after breakfast -- in fact their rooms were locked, so they had to stay in. Most of that day passed without anything apparently happened, and then they were let out for dinner. It took a few times of this taking place before she discovered that some of the women went missing after the rest of them had been locked up. It first dawned on her when she realized that a newcomer had the same dress and same number as one of the older women she had known well. The preamble was always that these women 7 to 10 days before disappearing became quiet and shy. Moved along the hallways like shadows, and stayed in the background at morning and evening toilette. They went somewhat 'into themselves' and stopped talking to the other women. Eventually she worked it out: The school had an arrangement with the village. It supplied guards and food and so on. In return the older women were handed over to the villagers to use for servants, nannies, workers and whatever they found them useful for. It did not seem at all bad -- at least it got them off the island. The village had a fair number of children, and of these a lot were handicapped one way or the other: From a deformed arm or hand to more serious bodily defects to brain damages and lumps growing the strangest places on their bodies. As she became one of the older ones, she was allowed one escorted trip to the village. Probably also for the villagers to have a look at her. On this daytrip she met a few of her former comrades and the seemed to live quite a good life. She spent some time playing with some of the children, and felt a great affection for the little ones, so innocently being born with this or that defect. She wondered how many of them would live to become adults. One morning on the island - after they had all had their quick breakfast, her number was called by the attending teacher, and she was pulled aside. She stood with her back against the wall and beside the attending teacher, as her comrades hurried by to the washroom. Often the women -- and she -- had been called aside like that. Usually because some offense had been noted -- and they were caned in the empty dining room after everyone else had left. So, it was not a new or surprising experience to her. The new thing was that she was told to stay as the teacher left. She could hear the muffled sound of her comrades in the washroom, but gradually everything went quiet ad they finished their morning cleanup and went to their classes. Sher did not know for how long she stood there. If it was half an hour or two hours, but eventually the headmaster and two teachers appeared. "Well 36! You are getting too old for us to have you here, so we have found a nice family in the village ashore. They have agreed to take you in, feed and clothe you and keep you safe." Even though a cold crept over her body, she was clever enough not to object, and just answered with a meek: "Yes, Headmaster!" "I've looked at your report card and talked to the teachers about you, and you seem to have been a good student here. I am sure you will not disappoint us, but be well-behaved when you go to your new family?" Again, she could only answer with her "Yes, Headmaster". "However, you need one final test -- one final exam so to speak, so please follow me." He turned and walked out. She followed with the two teachers close behind. At the absolute end of the corridor, the Headmaster took out a large key, unlocked a massive oak door, and pushed it open. It was very heavy and made a lot of complaining noises as it was pushed open. The room inside was tiny and windowless, and the only furniture was a heavy oak table in the middle. Two naked bulbs cast a white light on everything. The walls were dry, but stained and worn. I one corner there was a large cupboard. It was open, but she could not see what was inside. "Take your dress off!" She grew cold. Usually they were asked to lift their dresses, when they were punished. This was the first time she had been asked to be naked, but she slowly crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the dress and pulled it over her head. One of the teachers took it and folded it neatly. "Stand facing the table!" Again, she complied, and she did not even protest, when she was ordered to lean over. She expected to be caned or whipped like she was used to. The table was heavy, but rather small. When she leaned over it her head stuck out on the other side and she looked down at the floor. The two teachers now grabbed her wrists and wound a think leather strap around each, pulled them down and tied them to the base of the table. They pulled tight, but not tighter than she could move slightly. No further orders were given to her, but she felt them pull her legs apart and tie her ankles to the two other legs of the table. Then she heard the heavy door close behind her. She stayed still, knowing from experience that the best thing to do if one was in for a punishment was to submit quietly and give them no reason to prolong the ordeal. She had noticed that the two teachers accompanying the Head was the ones taking most pleasure in caning the women -- herself included. She did not know what offense, she might have done -- and no explanation was given to her. The creaking sound of the door behind her announced that she was no longer alone. Trying her best to look round, she thought she recognized the two teachers from before. Normally she had always been told, what her offense was -- before being caned, but now she just heard them swish their canes in the air behind her a few seconds before the first stroke sent a jolt of pain from her buttocks up through her body. This caning was the worst she had ever had. The two of them stood on each side of her -- taking turns in swinging their canes. Not giving her any pause in between. Even though she was though and had had more than her share of caning, they soon had her screaming and begging for mercy. When she had stopped screaming and just hung like a sack over the table, they stopped. She was half conscious, when she sensed the smell of olive oil. "Strange", she thought. Olive oil was an expensive commodity and until now, she had always tried to get the few drops, they rarely got on their evening salad isolated so she could really enjoy the taste. After today, she never sensed the smell of olive oil without feeling a slightly nausea. Busy fingers applied the oil -- in elaborate amounts around and in her two back openings. Then she felt it. Something big widening her vagina -- sliding into her until she felt it almost in the middle of her body. The Head's legs resting on her sore, striped and swollen buttocks. His hands holding around her waist, using the edges of her hip bone as a handle. The thing started moving -- in and out -- and she heard the Head panting and moaning. Suddenly the thing inside her felt like it was jumping around -- and at the same time she felt a hot sensation -- almost burning - deep inside her. The thing went out again, and she could feel something seep out of her and down the insides of her legs. The door opened and closed behind the Head. Then she felt her anus being opened by another wide thing. This was painful. Very painful. Even though both her anus and the thing had been oiled in plenty of olive oil, she still felt like a red-hot iron was forced into her and that her body was being split open. Again, the thing moved and this time it was one of the whipping teachers panting and moaning, till she felt him release himself inside her. She just hung on her restraints... Finally, the last teacher grabbed her hair and forced her head up and back. The position making her mouth open. She opened her eyes and saw his olive- oiled, shining, stiff manhood right in front of her eyes. Before she had a chance to react, he had stuffed it inside her mouth and pushed it way down inside her. She almost gagged. Her stomach turned a few times. Using the grip on her hair he moved in and out of her mouth, slamming against her uvula and touching the top of her esophagus and windpipe each time, he went all the way in. Suddenly his stiff rod also began jumping around inside her -- and she felt like choking when his warm semen sprayed deep down her throat. She had to swallow most of it as it was released far down inside her, but some drops ran out of her mouth and down her chin. Her whole mouth tasting of slightly salty semen, and feeling sticky. He let go and both teachers left. She had no sense of time, but after a while another teacher came in, used her like the others and left without a word. One by one all the teachers came by -- some of them more than once. Some would give her a few strokes with their canes before entering one of her openings, but most of them just used her body for their satisfaction. Even the female teachers came by -- and they all used the cane on her -- some of them having a strange contraption strapped round their waists. A contraption making them look like a man -- and with an erect, but artificial penis sticking out. They would use her like a man did. Late in the evening -- after a long day of abuse and caning -- she was released and more carried than walked to one of the rooms to where the women were confined if they got ill. Here other women -- all the same age as her -- and all on the verge of being 'exported' to the village, attended her, rubbed her swollen stripes with ointment, washed her gently with lukewarm water, served her nice food -- in a definitely better quality than what she had had in the common dining room till now. After a few days, the Head and the two teachers came to see her. They threatened her that if she mentioned the slightest about what had happened to her in the little, isolated room in the cellar -- now or later -- she would receive the same -- or worse treatment again. It was no problem to get her to promise this as she definitely did not want to go through anything like it again. They left. She was let out and went back to her old room, and the daily humdrum of the place. He teachers still caned her when she violated the rules, but no one touched her again. She now really felt like a piece of property. They had used her like she was just an object, and now she would soon be sent to the village to be a'servant' to some family. The family having total right and control of her. It was a high price to pay for safety -- too high she thought. The way her future looked definitely did not appeal to her, so she started planning to escape. The guards knew her so well and liked her always happy and smiling attitude, so she had often sneaked outside the fence without being reported or punished. After all: Where could she go except for the short walk round the island? Now she started going outside -- sometimes even several times a day. On one of the first walks, she found a large piece of driftwood. She hid it under the biggest rocks, she could handle. Then she started hiding supplies. She knew all about the store rooms as the women usually helped in storing new stuff and getting the daily supplies out for the kitchen. She was very, very careful not to be exposed, when she sneaked down in the basement, and lifted a few pieces of dried meat from one of the cupboards. She made absolutely sure no one could see anything missing, and she knew the dried meat could keep for years. It all went out beside her piece of driftwood -- under the little mound of rocks. On her expeditions outside, she often looked at the mainland. One could clearly see it if the sun was out. She knew no one had ever managed to get across -- and she spend a lot of time looking at the current and seeing when it changed. She threw little twigs and pieces of driftwood into the water at different places and different times, and noted which way they floated on the water. She had found an old navigation book in the Library and read the passages about tide and ebb many times over. She did not want to get across and land straight in the village - as far away as possible would be fine! She had found out that at full moon the stream and tide went one way past the island and towards the shore. She figured that if she would swim or paddle as hard as she could straight for the village, the current and tide would land her a good way up the coast. One night at full moon she was ready. It was a perfect night: Fog prevented the moon from shining through and as soon as she was a few hundred meters from the coast, she would be invisible from eyes on the island shore. It was also a late summer night, so the water was warm. She figured she would last at least for two to three hours before the cold would get her, and no one would miss her before morning. She was fortunate enough to have her two-person room in the place to herself, as her roommate had been sent to the village a few days before. Silently she slipped out of her window, and -- using her sheet as rope -- lowered her body to the ground. Hoping no one would do a controlling walk around the place -- and discover the sheet hanging from her window. It would be easy to spot -- if they looked up as the sheet only helped her to get closer to the ground and the end of it hung a good way over the first floor. It had just given her a few meters so the jump down would not be too high. She had seen a group of guards coming up the path from their barracks -- and shortly after another group going down the path. Usually the guards spend some time eating and settling in before they started to make their rounds -- and as it was a relatively cold summer night, they would probably prefer the warmth inside to going around the buildings -- for a while. Hopefully long enough for her to get to her hiding place -- get the driftwood and her supplies out and be on her way. As she had hoped, the guards were busy having dinner, so she managed to sneak up to the fence unseen. She moved the grass and dirt covering the opening, she had created under the fence, and slid under -- putting the grass and dirt carefully back again and wiping the ground with her hands to erase any tracks, she might have made. She thought her white, sheet 'dress' was much too visible in the moonlight -- and hoped no one would cast a glance out a window in the building behind her. Every second she expected someone to cry out as they had seen her -- but the night was just silent. It took longer than she had expected to move the rocks and get the driftwood out, and get her supplies into the little sack she had stolen from the kitchen, but eventually she slid silently into the water and started moving away. A bit from the shore it dawned on her that as well as no one could see her, she was also more or less lost. She had to rely on her sixth sense and try and feel the current and tide. If she were not on shore before the tide turned or the cold became too much, she would perish. She was not totally lost though. In the distance, on the shore she now and then saw a faint, flickering light, which she correctly identified as the village. She noted that the way of the incoming tide and the current bore her in the right direction. The remaining night she hung on to her driftwood and swam and paddled and became colder and colder and more and more desperate. She could feel her strength leaving slowly, but she kept on going. She knew it was her only chance. Early in the morning she began reciting the books she could remember in her mind. She began hallucinating and was in the company of her family, the neighbors, people from the school and a number of imaginary creatures. In the beginning she was quite aware that it was in her mind, but slowly she drifted more and more into unconsciousness and the images became more and more real. Finally, she felt like giving up. She fell and fell and did not feel her body or the cold water anymore -- she smiled. She slowly came around. Heard noises: Water against the shore, some bird squeaking. She opened her eyes -- and looked straight up into the grey skies of dawn. For a short moment she thought the current and winds had brought her back to the island -- but then realized it could not be so. At least this had to be another island -- but hopefully the mainland. Inch by inch she got out of the water. The last thing she checked was that her food bag was still tied round her neck. Then she closed her eyes. She did not know for how long -- maybe a minute, maybe longer, but when she opened her eyes again, she heard a banging sound and rose on her arms. It was her faithful piece of driftwood knocking against the rocks as the waves moved it further down the coast. "Good", She thought. She had disappeared in to the water without a trace -- or so she hoped the people on the island would think. She pulled herself up on all four, and using her hands and knees -- scraping them against the rocks -- as she inched up and away from the water. She had begun to shake all over from the cold. A lonely seagull was watching her from its lookout position on a large boulder a few meters away. If it had any ability for comprehensive thinking, it would probably wonder what this soaked ghost was doing, and where it came from. She crawled as far inland as the last of her strength allowed -- just enough to reach the vegetation on the other side of the rocks. Found some low bushes, and crept under them. With the absolute last drops of energy, she shoveled some leaves, moss and grass over her body as best she could. Then she closed her eyes and went into a deep, deep sleep. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter three** **From the ashes to the...** The seagull had gone, when she came round, and it was almost noon, judging from the position of the sun that shone through the red haze. She lay absolutely still for a while -- listening. She had to get away from the shore before someone started looking for her. It would take a while for the Island to get in touch with the Village. They could either signal by the bonfire that was always ready on the Island, but firewood was expensive. They could take the little boat from the cove and sail across. Or they could decide that she had drowned and leave it at that. Even though the last possibility suited her best, she had better take into account that sooner or later, people from the village would come searching the coastline. Slowly and carefully she rose on her elbow and looked out from under the bushes. Which way should she go? Any direction seemed as good as the other, and there was no obvious path away from the beach. Just the vegetation that changed into trees a little from the shore. She thought she knew the general direction of the village -- according to her last conscious thoughts out at sea, so she decided to go across the open terrain to the forest -- in a slight angle away from where she figured the village was. She climbed over the last cliffs and boulders on all four, rose and felt a little shaky and dizzy -- but otherwise ok. She was wet and cold to the core, and her feet quickly got raw and screamed as the soaked skin rubbed against the material inside the shoes. She did not even get to the edge of the trees before she had to take the shoes off, and continue barefoot. The shoes tied by their strings round her neck. The weak sun had absolutely no drying effect, and she was happy when she entered the tree line -- and got out of the wind. She thought of trying to undress and let her clothes and shoes dry in the sun, but as conditions were right now, it would take ages for anything to dry -- besides the humid air inside the protection of the trees seemed ok -- and made feel her a little less cold. The first part up to the trees had been full of stones, thorny bushes and old pieces of driftwood, but then the ground and surroundings became friendlier just before she reached the safety of the trees. At the edge, she had looked back and forth -- but the shrubbery had offered no obvious opening into the forest, so she had taken a deep breath and ventured through the shrubbery -- and then found herself on the other side. The bush-line was surprisingly thin; within a few steps she was under the large pines where it was almost dark. She stood a while and let her eyes get used to it then proceeded in the same direction as before, but this time on soft dead leaves and moss -- nice for her tormented feet. If they really wanted to track her down now, they would have to use dogs, and she had not seen any around in the village -- probably as a dog would be an extra mouth to feed. Navigating by the sunlight that did come through the foliage now and then, she walked in the same direction for a while, then found a toppled tree, by which she could sit unseen from most sides - and had a piece of her dried meat. The water had softened it, and it did not smell good at all. Besides it was much to salt. She only ate a little before she started out again. Late in the afternoon, she saw light through the foliage in front of her. At first she thought she had come to the end of the forest, but as she got to the spot, she saw it was a sunken ravine with a dirt track at the bottom. It was winding gently through the forest, so she was unable to see more than a few hundred meters in each direction. Being tempted by the easiness this track provided, and her desire to get as far away as possible before nightfall, she decided to follow it. If she heard someone coming up or down the road, she calculated that she would have time enough to jump into the forest and be gone in no time. She walked at a brisk pace -- having her ears on the alert, and being very careful each time there was a bend in the road - stopping and slowly looking round the bend before continuing. After a while, she began to hear a faint banging sound -- like iron against iron. She proceeded even slower as the noise grew with every step, she took. It could not be a search party for her -- not ahead of her, and she thought she would check it out. It was obviously people, and they might know exactly where she was and where she could go -- maybe even provide some food and dry clothes. It was very tempting, so she moved on. At the next turn of the road she saw a wooden wagon with a ragged canvas cover, one side resting on a couple of large wooden boxes. Three bearded, sweating men were attempting to put a wheel back on the shaft sticking out at one side of the bottom of the wagon. As the wagon was having its rear end towards her, she smiled to herself. They were going in the right direction -- away from the village, and they had made a temporary stop to fix whatever was wrong with the wheel. Just as she came up to them, she heard the metallic sound as the wheel went into place. The wagon filled most of the road. Each of them had long hair and beards (which was not uncommon as hardly anybody she had met in her whole life had bothered to do anything about their hair or beard). Their clothing looked like they traveled most of the time and often slept outside without access to water for washing. They all had rifles on their backs. They were so busy with the wheel, that they did not notice her until she could almost touch them. 'Hello!', she said. They all startled and looked up in surprise. Then the one closest to her lit up in a wide smile. He was missing a few teeth. 'Hello. Who are you, and where did you come from?' For a minute, she did not know how to answer. How could she? She had just escaped from the island, and the question took her by surprise. She ought to have had invented some story to tell them before venturing forward. What she could tell them was, that she was ´36´, which was painted on her back in red, and that did not seem to be enough to say in the way of answering his question. One of the other's leaned over and looked past her to see if there were more people. Satisfied that she was alone, he said: 'Well, where are you going?' 'The nearest village,' she managed to answer. 'Can I travel with you?' 'Of course. We will be more than delighted to take you there.' As he spoke the two other men walked back down each side of the wagon. She did not think anything about this. They were probably getting ready to go. 'So. You are on your way to the village. Do you live there?' 'Yes', she lied. Thought it was best to let him know that she was known in the area and belonged here. When she got to the village, she would work something out, and then slip away as fast as possible, hoping that a search party - looking for her would be too far behind, to catch up. The man talking stood up in his full height and pointed down the road behind her: 'Do you come from the other village by the sea back there then?' She turned and looked along his finger as if it was now possible to look through the pines and the winding road. She paused for a minute and pondered if she should answer positively, and thus disclose where she was from. After all they might know the island, as they apparently knew the village. She did not have time to realize, what a mistake she had made, when a noose came down over her neck -- and was tightened -- hard. She uttered a hoarse cry, as she was almost choked. Her hands flaying in the air. Trying to get at the tight noose, but before she even realized what was going on, another noose went down over her head, and quickly became equally tight -- almost choking her. Her head was spinning, she had red spots before her eyes, and she was unable to utter anything but a small, squeaking sound. The nooses were at the end of a long poles, each held by one of the men, she had seen disappear behind the wagon. The leather line going in small rings from the end of the pole down to where they tightened it by the handle. They held her -- at a safe distance, which she found out as she was trying to kick to all sides and doing nothing but making holes in the air. They laughed and pulled the nooses even tighter, making her almost pass out. They used the poles with a lot of skill, forcing her dizzy body to the ground. First to her knees, then all the way down in the dirt. When they had her flat on the ground, her nose in the dirt, they released the nooses a little bit, but just enough for her not to pass out completely. She was lying there like a rag doll, arms and legs spread out and no way of seeing what went on above her. She soon found out though. The man that had been talking to her had turned to the wagon, while she was pressed down, and he was now back and threw a bundle of iron at her side with a loud, clanking sound. She tried to cry out, but could only make a small, whining sound -- and she was gasping for air.

He went down on her body, one knee on each side. Sat on her bum, and grabbed one of her wrists. She heard the sound of the iron again, as he picked out a heavy iron cuff, swung it around her wrist -- and proceeded by putting a bolt through the two halves -- and turning a nut on the end of the bolt. When he had turned the nut as much as he could with his fingers, he picked up a spanner, and made sure the nut was as tight as it would go. Pushing that arm under his knee, holding it firmly against the ground, he did the same with her other wrist. Finally, he took both her wrists, and secured them to each other with a shackle, also tightened with a bolt. Having now made sure, her hands were secured, he turned himself around on her bum, and did the same to her ankles. Here the shackles and the connection chain were longer, but not much as she was soon to find out. One of the others loosened his noose, left the pole on the ground and stepped down to her legs -- put his feet on the connection chain to make her stay. The first man now turned again, took a good -- and painful grip in her hair -- lifted her head up, and swung a heavy iron collar round her neck. The chains dangling from it rattled and threw up some dust, making it even harder for her to breathe. Again, the spanner was used to make sure she would not be able to loosen the collar in any way without a tool. As soon as he had swung the collar round her neck, he had released her hair, and now the weight of the collar held her head down on the ground. The last noose came off, and she took a few deep breaths as the last man removed the leather straps round her neck. She felt the man sitting across her get up, and her arms being moved up so they were almost parallel on her back. The chains from the back of the collar being attached to her wrist cuffs -- and keeping her hands and arms in a fixed position. She felt the pull of the collar round the front of her neck, while he worked the spanner again. They all three held her down. One leaned down beside her and put his mouth next to her ear. 'So, bitch. Be still!' he said. She still had not regained her breath enough to answer, but was still panting -- and her heart beat wildly in her chest and on the inside of her head. A hand grabbed her hair and jerked her head back again. A smelly, wooden ball on with an iron rod through was place on her lips -- that she now tried to hold tightly together. The voice was again in her ear, as the ball was pressed hard against her tight lips. 'Open your mouth as a good little bitch. Otherwise you might lose some of those beautiful teeth.' She had no other option than to do as he said, and as she opened, he pushed and worked the ball into her mouth. Her jaw being forced more and more open by this -- until the ball slipped by her teeth -- and pressed her lips back on the sides. Her jaws hurt from this wide-open position. The metal rod now went along her cheeks on both sides -- and as soon as he was satisfied it was all in, he grabbed the rods and pressed her face back in the dirt. She tried if she could press the ball out, but it was far too big for her to use her tongue and mouth to do anything about it. It did not matter much because the next thing that happened was, that he slid a flat iron piece over the ends of the rod -- on the back of her head -- and used another set of nuts to tighten it. He heard him breathe hard with the strain of his work, and his short laugh, when he gave the nuts the last turn - stretching her lips painfully over the ball. It hurt! When he let go she shook her head a few times -- as if it would make the thing fall out by itself. That men found her struggling very amusing and one gave her side a short kick with his boot. Then a dirty and smelling hood was pulled over her head. She lay absolutely still -- knowing that she was helpless. The taste of the wooden ball was old, and moldy -- and is was as if she could taste the fright and horror of the person that had had it in the mouth before her. She could not see anything -- and by now knew it was useless to try and struggle, but she could hear the men talking. 'So. That should keep the bitch under control.' 'Funny how blinding them makes them quite docile.' She heard another voice say. 'Well, shall we see what we have?' She felt a pull in her dress and heard the ripping sound as it was cut off with a knife. Then they began examining her. It reminded her of her time in the cellar at the island: Strange fingers and hands probing every part of her body -- and she not being able to do anything about it. No part of her body -- however intimate -- was left untouched. All three of them at once -- first her back. They felt her muscles, buttocks -- a finger even slipped inside her anus -- which hurt as she was all dry and so was the finger. They then turned her over and proceeded to grope her front. Again, her muscles -- her breasts - pinching her nips and pulling them to see then fill with blood and stand out erect. Slapping them a few times -- short and hard -- and making her squirm. It took all three of them to grope her crotch: Two of them held her legs - bending them and spreading her by holding firmly on the knees, while the third grabbed her outer labia and pressed them aside. After which he pressed two fingers in her vagina -- as far up as his hand could go. She started crying inside the bag. Quietly. Then they all let her go -- and again she lay silently with her head in the bag. 'She a good young wench. We'll get a good price for her.' 'Yes, we were quite lucky -- and you cursed our bad luck when the wheel went.' 'Ok, ok. I'll buy you a drink when we have unloaded this lot.' 'Now you two. Plenty of time to try her out later. Now we got to get going. Just in case someone comes looking for her.' The dirty bag was pulled off, and she was lifted onto her feet. The tears still running down her cheeks. Then a fourth man came along the side of the wagon. Leading a strange procession. Behind him on a chain was a naked woman -- in the same restraints as herself. And just after her another woman and then a third. Between the women's collars went a connecting chain, and even though they wore the same type of gag and irons as her, they looked by far more ragged. They all had stripes and welts all over their bodies. Some of them almost healed but most of them very recent looking. A few of them even having a crust of dried blood running along the edge. They all looked dirty, subdued and frightened. Their eyes flickering from side to side as the man pulled them to the end of the wagon. They did not look at her as they -- almost automatically - took up a position in a row leading from the first chain that the man now bolted to an iron eye on the end of the wagon, and then from woman to woman. She had a chain hanging down from the front of her collar -- It was now attached to the back of the collar of the last girl. Three of the men had mounted their horses, the last one probably sitting in from of the wagon that now began moving forward with a series of long, squeaking noises. She felt a sharp pain on her butt as the rider behind her hit her with his long, braided bullwhip. 'Move, bitch!' She staggered forward. Following in the footsteps of the girl in front of her. She was moving in the right direction: Away from the village, but her situation had definitely changed. How stupid she had been. How could she have hoped that these people would be friendly -- and why hadn't she observed them for a while? The other three women had been at the front of the wagon all the time, she just had to wait for a few minutes before they had finished with the wheel, then they would have dragged them over to the back and done as they had now. Then she would have seen and realized that she should not in any way let them know, she was there. The mistake had cost her dearly. She was now the last one in the chained row. She stumbled over something, and immediately received a stinging lash over her butt again. 'Come on, bitch. Move. No lingering.' They were driven along in their chains for the rest of the day. Every time one of them took a wrong step or slowed down, the woman was instantly rewarded with the sting of the whip. There was always a man behind them. Keeping a close watch on them, and being very skilled to make the long whip go past or over them and reach even the girl in the front of their sorry column. She looked at the naked, striped back of the girl in front and the back of the wagon all day as she trod along. At the end of the wagon, a dog slept most of the time. It was large. A of cross breed of some kind. Sometimes it looked up from its slumber, and watched them with its big yellow eyes, while its tongue stuck out so that one could see the long row of sharp teeth. It had a crazy look in its eyes, not at all friendly. More like it wanted to sink its teeth into their naked flesh at the first given opportunity. It was fortunately chained as well, but to the inside of the wagon, so it had to stay in its place -- or in a very short radius from the iron eye holding the end of the chain and within a short radius of its present position. She had plenty of time to study the backs of the other women. The one right in front were a bit smaller and fuller than her, and seemed to be quite good at walking in the line: She hardly ever missed a step and plodded along quietly. The next one seemed a bit more worn, she also had an extra piece of rope over her elbows, pulling them together and giving her lower arms an unhealthy look. She also seemed to have more whip- and cane marks than the rest -- and her feet was bleeding from several small cuts. She often stumbled and got more than her share of attention from the whip. The front girl was taller and thinner than the rest, and had a strange two- colored hair. She looked like she had been in one of the better positions of society than the rest -- although it really did not matter, as they were all chained together.. She had a metal belt very tight around her waist. Did not seem to have any practical purpose, but as it narrowed her waist considerably it was probably just to make things even more uncomfortable for her. In the beginning she felt lucky still having her shoes, but after a short while she accidentally stepped out of them. The water and the old, worn string lace had made them give up. First one -- and then the other a little while later. She had no way of picking them up and putting them back on again, so she had to proceed barefoot like the rest. The rearguard got off his horse and picked them up as they were left on the road. He threw them in the wagon. The last one landing right in front of the dog, who immediately tore it to shreds. She did not mind as her feet were hardened. It was in fact better for her to walk barefoot as she was used to. So, she was not particularly unhappy to see them go. The chains and collars were a different story: The chains swung, pulled and rattled as they walked, and was so heavy that the pull in her collar was more than uncomfortable. Besides the collar was itself heavy, rested on her collarbone, and soon made the places it rubbed against quite sore -- even though the iron edges had been rounded slightly. As her wrists were pulled up, and her arms almost parallel on her back, the chain from them to the back of her collar gave constant pull in the front of her neck, and it took a while before she managed to breathe almost normally. They were proceeding down the dirt track, which was very uneven, thus the pull on the chain in front of her collar went from slack to tight to very tight -- and then back again since the road made them all move at slightly different paces. The bands round her ankles gnawed into the flesh and the connecting chain between them took some time to get used to. She had to take very small steps and in the beginning often lost a step or had to take an extra not to fall. This was of course'rewarded' in form of another sharp pain across her butt or back from the whip. The absolute worst thing was the device round her head. The wooden ball kept her jaws wide open, and in the beginning felt like they were dislocating. Her lips were stretched painfully over the wood and it hurt where the iron rod stuck out in each side. The contraption was bolted so tight to the back of her head that she had to breathe through her nose, and she could not control or sink her saliva. Soon she felt her chin being all wet from the dripping fluid from her lips and running down between her breasts. Although the pace was not particularly fast, she still began to pant from the exhaustion. After some hours in the now humid heat and sun, she felt her heartbeat drumming in her ears and her chest heaving up and down like she had been running. Once in a while there was a short stop. She soon found out to relieve herself at the side of the road. The other women seemed to have a certain skill in this, and as soon as the wagon stopped, they moved as far to the side of the road as the chain from the wagon allowed, sat down, and took care of this. The first couple of times, it felt awkward. She was shy to do this in front of everybody -- and it was difficult to keep one's balance with the hands fixed on the back. Besides the chain between the ankles was too short for her to sit properly on her heels, but she quickly got just as good at this as the other women. If they released more than water, one of the men made them bend forward and dried them with a few leaves torn off from the shrubbery along the road. The two other horse riders were all over the place. Sometimes she could not see them for a while, as they probably went ahead or behind to scout, sometimes they were along the women, keeping a close eye on them and seemingly just waiting for a reason to swing their bullwhips over their naked bodies. Each of them also had a long pole with a noose around. The kind they had so expertly used to catch her with. The pole hung horizontal on one side of the horse. The road finally widened and the surface became more even as they walked on in the setting sun. Finally, the sorry caravan swung off the road and into a hollow between some small hills -- out of sight from the road. The men unmounted, took a large and thick iron bar from the wagon, hammered it in to the ground, connected a piece of rope between it and the wagon, and tied their horses to it. Then they took the saddles of and groomed their horses. They took care of the horses before the women, she thought. When they had finished with the horses, another two iron poles were driven into the ground opposite the wagon in the hollow. Here they were taken, made to kneel (more whipping), and left on a line - chained between the two poles. 'Maybe I'll have a chance to escape,' she thought. 'They must feed us, and then they have to take some of all this off'. Some of the men went off -- and came back shortly after with dry wood, made a fire in the middle of the hollow and put a large, black iron pot over it. Something from a bag from the cart went into it -- and then water from the barrel on the side of the wagon. The women were ignored and left kneeling on their row. She noticed one of the men had gone. Probably on guard. So, if she could ever get out of her restraints, she would have a big, open space to cover -- quite visible, and they would have no problems catching her again. With the dog and the horses. Her mood sunk. The three remaining men came over to the first woman. The one furthest down the line from her. One held her by the hair, while another unbolted the flat plate on the back of her neck -- then removed the gag. She gave a few gasps for air, when he let go of her hair. The last man placed a bowl in front of her, and scooped a large spoonful of something in a pot from the large container over the fire. He then poured water into another bowl. This being a bit larger and having high sides, so it could contain more than the first one. They then proceeded to the next girl in the row. She looked as the first girl greedily leant over and stuck most of her face into the first bowl, and made sounds like an animal as she sucked the substance up. It went on along the line. Then it was her turn. Same procedure: A firm and painful grip on her hair, the unscrewing of the nuts -- and the extraction of the gag. She took a deep breath, moved her jaw which was stuck and painful after the long gagging, Then the men had gone again. She looked down into her bowl. It was a kind of porridge, thick and grey in colour. She saw no other way, than to do as the rest, so she leaned forward and tried to eat the substance without getting her whole face smeared with it. After a while she got the hang of it, and managed to lick the bowl clean. It was just as tasteless as it looked, but felt good as it went down inside her and into her empty stomach. Then she stuck her face in the water and drank by putting her head as far down in it as possible, and then suck it in. That too she quickly found out how to do. She thought that they must look funny: Four chained girls bending over and emerging their faces in food and water, like farm animals on a row. They had left one man with a whip in front of them -- overseeing the procedure. When she was still drinking, they began mounting the gag on the first girl again. She heard the noises but was too busy sucking up all her water to look up. She managed to almost get her bowl dry, before it was her turn. Another firm and hard grip on her hair, and the gag was placed in her open mouth, using her lower teeth to turn it in. Then the flat iron piece against the back of her head, tightened with the bolts -- and they let her go. That is the last man used his booth to push her over. She fell helpless on her side. They tightened the chain in both ends before locking it to the poles. Making sure it was tight, and making them lie with exactly the same distance as they had been walking. Not much space to move and definitely not enough chain for them to sit up. They left them alone. She moved until she had found a reasonably comfortable position, although comfort was too much to say. It was difficult to lie down with your hands in the strung-up position behind ones back. So, this was how it was going to be! They would not get out of the chains, only have their mouths free enough time to feed them. From the conversation between the men, she had gathered that they would be led to some town, and sold to the highest bidder -- as slaves! She realized that the meager food and the constant walking would quickly make her too tired to escape, should she -- by some miracle -- be able to free herself from the restraints and get out of the chain holding them on the line. Although she had been busy eating, she had had a few glances at the other women as they were refitted with their gags. She had noticed that the other women quietly had accepted the gag; in fact, they even opened their mouths and seemed to assist in the process of mounting this instrument of torture. It worried her and she speculated of how long they had been on the road, and if she would end up being just as submissive and docile as her companions. The men settled around the fire and began drinking. Most of her fellow captives seemed to doze off or being asleep from the days exhausting walk. She looked as the men became more and more drunk, hoping they would just collapse by the fire, but as they had been watching and commenting on her naked body the whole day, she knew -- deep inside -- that there was no way they she could avoid her fate. **** **36** by o_girl © **Chapter four** **Hell on the road...** The light dimmed, night came and the fire began creating dancing shadows over the camp. The men getting louder and louder -- and more and more drunk. They took turns going out on guard duty, so there were always 3 men by the fire. Had it not been for the chained line of softly moaning women along one side of the camp, it would have looked quite cozy. Even the mad dog had exchanged its day long snoozing for a more permanent sleep. It was lying on its side beside the wagon. Tongue hanging out - snoring. It had been fed with a dried carcass from a sack at the back of the wagon. She had shivered as the beast had torn and growled its way through the hard, dried meat. The bones making a loud, crunchy noise as they were crushed into digestible bits by its powerful jaws. In a surprisingly short time the lump of dried meat had disappeared into the dogs' stomach. In a flash, she imagined the jaws of the creature closing in on her leg if she ever had a chance to escape and it caught up with her. The men laughed a lot as the alcohol began working in their brains. Much of their conversation was about the money, they would make on their slaves -- and they went through detailed descriptions of each of them. The rest was gaudy jokes. Because they talked louder and louder, she could hear and understand most of it. Between the dialect and their slurry voices some was lost -- but the meaning was quite clear to her. Her fellow prisoners were all sleeping or at least dozing -- some moaning in their sleep and some trying to turn now and then to find a more comfortable position on the hard ground. She lay there -- in pain -- and listened to the conversation. Then she heard one of them say: 'Now, let's see the new one. We have been drooling over her all day. It must be time to have a closer look.' She froze. The others murmured their agreement. Two of them got up and came over to her. They used the spanner to unhitch her from the common chain, then one pulled her upright by her hair as another one stood on the chain between her legs The man with the spanner carefully joined and locked the two ends of the chain before the two others pulled her -- again by her hair - to the fire in the middle of the camp. She tried to wriggle and even got to do a lame attempt to kick, but almost fell over as the chain prevented her foot from going very far. The one holding her hair laughed out loud. She was still wriggling and twisting when they held her on her toes -- exposed to the men in the glow of the fireplace. 'She's a bit wild still, but we will soon cure that. I suppose we will have to use the stool this first time -- go get it!" It was the leader, the one that she had originally approached on the road, but any sound of friendliness had left his voice a long time ago. How could she have been taken in by him when she first met. Why had she not run away immediately. She felt so stupid. The one with the spanner went to the wagon, the leader rose and stuck out his dirty hand and cupped her right breast. She tried to squirm again, but the man holding her hair just tightened his grip and twisted her hair so that she was held in position -- facing the leader. His thumb and forefinger slid up and closed around her nipple. He pinched her -- hard. She winched, and by reflex tried to pull her shoulder back and move her breast away from him. He just pinched her even harder, getting her to make a strange sound of pain deep down in her throat. The man 'getting the stool' came back, and now they were all three standing close around her The leader still pinched and slapped her breasts, and the'stool-man' now began squeezing her buttocks. The last one kept his grip in her hair with one hand, while the other tried to get in between her legs -- that she was pressing hard together. The laughed at her futile attempts to avoid their groping and pinching hands. 'She needs some discipline. Learn to accept her new life and status. Don't you, my dear?' It was the leader speaking straight into her face. She smelled the foul alcohol on his breath. The contraption in her mouth of course made answering impossible. 'Don't worry. Before you get to the market, you will be quite submissive and willing. We have broken slaves with a lot more spirit than you.' He gave her breast another hard slap, making her squirm once again. 'I think it will be good for you to try our stool.' They stepped aside and pushed her forward. She saw the stool! It was a flat metal plate with a short iron rod in each end. On top of each of these rods a horizontal, wooden bar was mounted in round metal holders. Several places heavy metal rings were welded onto the iron bars -- and embedded in the wooden beams. 'Down, bitch. Spread!' They had absolutely no problems in making her kneel on the end of the plate -- the little resistance, she could offer did not even slow them down One of them stood with all his weight on the chain between her ankles -- as another pulled a piece of rope through the ring in front of her collar. He pulled the rope through a ring in the plate in front of her and pulled till the horizontal beam on the other end of the contraption rested between her head and collar. He pulled it very tight and made a knot. Her body was bent by the waist -- and her stomach/hips were on the last beam. She tried wriggling. Strong hands pulled her knees further in on the plate -- and then an iron cross-bar were showed in behind her knees. It was prevented slipping backwards as the center of it rested on the vertical bar. She tried struggling, but could just move her head from side to side, and make her legs move the crossbar behind her knees slightly -- making a small metallic sound. She looked down at the plate in front of her. Her saliva dripping down. She could see the rusty circle under her and knew that it was from other poor women that had been stuck in this contraption before her. "We'd better warm her up a bit -- do a little foreplay." She hardly had a minute to think what he meant, when she heard the swishing sound of the bullwhip -- and felt the sting on her buttocks. The man with the whip was very skilled - he had probably done this many times before. He made sure it was just the end of the whip that hit her buttocks -- where the speed of the thing was highest and thus hurt the most. He made it go back and forth in a horizontal half-circle around his body, and then very rhythmically hitting her. Soon she was fighting and struggling -- and wining under her gag. Her tears dripping down and contributing to the pool, her saliva had started under her face. She faintly heard the men laugh. She was furious and in pain, but determined to give them a run for their money. A finger was pressed into her vagina. She buckled, but the finger was insistent and moved back and forth inside her. Then it went away, only to come back again and move in and out of her once more. When it -- the third time -- pushed into her smallest opening. Seemingly without any effort, even though she did what she could to tighten her sphincter, and she hear one of the men say: "That's right. Grease the bitch up good", she understood what they were doing: Applying oil or grease in her openings -- prelude to violating her. Just like they had done in that awful room on the island. She knew what was coming. She also knew that she had no way of avoiding it, and closed her eyes. She felt crude hands slide along her buttocks, grip her hips and then she cried out loud behind her gag as she was impaled in one long, vicious movement. The man's legs hammering into her sore buttocks. She felt every contact like being touched with a red-hot poker, as the welts from the whip had quickly developed into swollen, sore stripes. His member banging all the way deep inside her. Even though she was restrained and could hardly move, he never let go of her hips. The metal contraption holding her made loud metallic noises in sync with his movements. Suddenly she felt the stiff, big stake inside her begin to jump around -- and at the same time a burning sensation as he blew his semen deep, deep up in her. This was the second time, she had been violated and not how she had ever dreamt of an intimate encounter with the opposite sex would be. Strapped to a rusty device in the middle of nowhere and left to the mercy of these rough people! He had hardly pulled out and moved away before she felt the next man grabbing her hips. He was just as wild as the first one -- and also filled her up with sperm as he emitted some low, grunting sounds. Her vagina now being soaked and moist, so the next one was easier to take on. She felt the semen running out of her and tickle down the insides of her legs. Her mind was in a haze and she felt like a bad dream. The whipping and the two violations had brought her already week and tormented body into a state of trance. It was like the world moved outside her -- in slow motion -- and sounds were getting fainter. This lasted till she felt a terrible pain in her anus. The third man was down behind her. Had pressed her butt down, and was now slowly pushing himself inside her smallest opening. In spite of the greasing she felt like she was being split open by another red-hot poker. She came to her senses in a sea of pain and began buckling and fighting in the chains again. He too hammered her with great force and from time to time moved his hands down under her, grabbing her breasts and kneading them hard and pinching the nipples. When he had finished with her, she was almost unconscious -- and any thoughts of fight or resistance had left her mind. The fourth -- and last -- man, grabbed her hair, released the rope from her collar to the plate. Pulled her up -- and held her head back. Busy hands unbolted the gag, and removed it, only for her to have it replaced with his big cock. As soon as the gag came out, and before she could close her mouth or protest, it was filled with his meat. He used the grip on her hair to move her head back and forth -- making his stiff rod slide in and out of her. He used great speed and force -- and every now and then pushed himself all the way inside her -- making her almost gag. His hair tickled her upper lip and his balls banged against her chin. Suddenly his member also began to jump -- and her mouth was filled with warm, sticky semen. Some of it ran out at the sides of her mouth, but most of it went down inside her as he had pushed so far in before coming that the semen blew almost directly down her esophagus. He ended his fun by rubbing his still dripping penis round her face. She was coughing and felt like choking -- but the gag went back in place before she could get her senses back. As tight as before. He let go of her head -- and even though she did not have her collar tied down, she leant forward and rested against the beam. Trying to regain her senses. She looked down at the semen spots and saw how her tears and more drops of semen fell on the plate. Her legs where shivering and from both her back openings semen was also seeping out. Her butt was burning from the welts and marks made by the bullwhip Her heartbeat and breathing slowly returned to normal. She closed her eyes and refused to realize what had just happened to her. She must have dozed off or been unconscious for a moment. Because when she looked up, then men were back around the fire, sharing more alcohol, and discussing her body. "Well. I suppose we had better call it a night." One said. The others nodded and then rose slowly and unsteady. Two of them came over to her. "Are we finished with her for the night?" "I think so -- oh, just one more thing. We forgot to reward her for her behavior. I think the cane will do her good and remind her to behave in the future." "Good idea." A face came close to her ear and whispered: "Now. The more you struggle, the more of this you will get." Then went away. She heard a swishing sound. Then her buttocks were hit once again, but this time with a thick flexible cane. The pain was almost unbearable as the cane made a set of even deeper marks across the work of the bullwhip. She arched her back and screamed in spite of the gag. As her head were no longer fixed to the bar, and her upper body thus were free, she arched her back in pain and moved from side to side -- making noise of pain behind her gag. The wriggling of her butt in a useless attempt to avoid the cane, only made them laugh louder. "That brought her back to life quickly", the voice said. Then another swish and another sharp pain, and another, and another. When they had finished she felt more dead than alive She did not sense them releasing her from the stool, and hung limb between the two that more carried than led her back to the other women. They threw her down in her place in the row, used the spanners to connect her to the others. She turned her head to avoid looking at the one standing over her with the spanner, and saw that all her fellow prisoners were fast asleep. Then she closed her eyes. \-- She woke with a start and felt a sharp pain in her leg. One of the men were going along the row of prisoners, and kicking them awake with his boot. They were fed like the night before -- and she had already gotten better at slurping up the porridge. Besides she was very, very hungry. Her body was aching from the whipping and caning, and she had dried semen all over her face and the insides of her legs. Shortly after they were trotting along as the day before. The sperm had dried on her face and on the insides of her legs. In the beginning it felt sticky between her legs as she began to sweat, but soon she walked along just like the rest -- encouraged by the bullwhip at regular intervals. Today she looked more like her fellow prisoners: Dirty and full of blue and red stripes on her body. She was still the last one in the row. Day after day it was the same routine. She did not know where they were going, but she knew she did not want to go there. Each evening the men got drunk, then selected one or two of the girls and satisfied their desires with them. The other girls obliged the men, but she had to be tied to the stool every time. On the other hand, they had seemed to take a fancy to her, maybe because she was the one still trying to fight whatever they submitted her to. Once in a while they passed other people, a single house or small groups of houses. Usually the people went inside and closed doors, windows, shutters and all that could be closed. The slave traders were definitely not popular -- anywhere. The road had changed, and they were now walking on a black smooth surface -- with a funny set of double, white lines in the middle. It was nice on her feet. Even though she was used to walking barefoot, the way they were driven forward and her inability to watch were she was going had made her step on more than one sharp stone or wooden piece. Her feet had several aching sores underneath. The flat, black surface felt warm under her feet, and she had no trouble walking on it. One night they stayed at a funny house by the road. The house itself was rather small, but had a very large, flat roof sticking out to all sides. There was a strange smell to the place. A smell that got stuck in the nostrils and made one feel dizzy. At the front of the house was a number of concrete 'islands' made by a higher paving and mounted with a number of square upright boxes. A lot of the place had been glass. Most of the boxes on the high paving, almost all the front of the house and a few posts at the side of the road. All of it had been smashed a long time ago, and they had to be careful not to step on any splinters. The men drove the wagon in between the house and the first island with boxes. They then found a way to chain the girls between the supports for the roof. They slept on the hard, concrete, but at least they were under a roof for the first time, since she had been caught -- away from the regular showers of dirty rain. It did not make her evening easier -- the men had their usual fun with her and one of the other girls. The next day they moved on as usual -- out in the open and rainy surroundings. The little woman further up the line from her got worse. The one she had noticed from the beginning being worse off than the rest of them. Stumbling and falling often and walking like in a haze. She had obviously developed a fever. Her eyes were glossy, and every time they stopped, she just stood there and swayed back and forth. Of course, she felt the whip more than the rest as she often tumbled and almost fell. At the end of that day, she did not even eat, and on the morning of the fourth day, they had trouble getting her on her feet. She spent one day lying on the end of the wagon. Beside the mad dog, which was luckily enough asleep as usual most of the day. They left her on the wagon in the evening, when the rest of them were put on the usual chained line between two threes. They had gone of the nice, flat road a day earlier and was now in a dense forested area -- and the road was again a dirty track.

The night camp was in a small clearing beside the road. It was one of the nights, when the men had used another of the girls, so she had been free to relax a little. She did not get much sleep though. Not that the noises of the girl being abused by the men disturbed her, but the little woman was moaning softly most of the night -- and that kept her half awake. In the morning, while they were eating under the usual supervision of a man with a very active bullwhip, she saw out of the corners of her eyes, how two of the men lifted the girl down from the wagon. Got her on her feet, and lead her into the forest behind the wagon. The two remaining men broke camp, hitched them up, along with the empty horses -- and then they were on their way as usual. Now only three of them in the line. After about an hour, the two men caught up with them and threw a set of chains and a collar into the wagon. She did not have any illusion that they had set the girl free to take care of herself. She shivered at the thought. The had 'disposed' of her somewhere in the forest. Either because she was unable to keep up, or as they were afraid she would be contagious to the rest of them. One way or the other, the girl was gone -- and none of the men spoke any more of it. They continued walking. It made her even more determined to escape. She could not see how. Her arms had been locked on her back since she got captured -- as well as the heavy cuffs round her legs. Not to mention the collar and its heavy chain. The only thing, she now and then was freed from was the gag, and only when she was fed -- or somebody wanted to use her mouth for their pleasure. When they were on the road, she was chained to the woman in front of her, and constantly had one or two men on horseback watching over them. At night they were put on a common chain -- either between two trees or between the heavy iron posts that they hammered in to the ground at each end of their line. The only time, she was not chained to somebody or something was, when she was dragged forward to be used by the men in the evenings. When one of the others were dragged forward to be used, the men were always careful to connect the rest of them to the common chain. Of course, she had tried -- many times -- to get at the nuts and bolts holding her wrist cuffs together -- and in fact she could reach them with relative ease, but without a tool, she had no way of turning the nuts and thus get free. Besides the men regularly inspected all their restraints -- and gave them a turn or two if they had worked themselves loose. She had seen that the spanners were in a box on the wagon -- beside the dog. And the keys to their padlocks hung on a nail just inside the wagon. She could look at them swaying as the wagon moved -- all day -- without any chance of getting to them The women where always too far apart for any of them to help the others. There was no way to do anything unseen by their guards while walking on the road. At night the common chain was kept so tight that they had the same distance to each other as when they walked. They might be able to let their feet meet -- as the common chain was connecting their collars -- but what could they do with their feet and toes against the tightly closed nuts and bolts. Should she be able to get free -- she would have to outrun the dog and the horses. It seemed hopeless, but she did not give up hope -- as it seemed her companions in captivity had. Her two companions seemingly accepted their faith with apathy. It began to irritate the men that they could not subdue her. Almost every night, she was selected for the evening's fun, and every time she did the little resisting and fighting, she could, and every time she was whipped and caned, till she had bruises all over. Then one morning they had another surprise for her. Instead of hitching them all to the wagon the usual way, she was taken from the line, placed fixed in the stool as so many times before. Only one man was left to look after the other women. The three of them gathered round her. She thought she was in for another 'round' and that the men suddenly had found more desire for sex than the nights use of one of her fellow slaves had given them. It was not so. She felt a heavy iron band go around her waist -- and the it was tightened -- very tight. It had a very long bolt on the back -- and they used the spanner to decrease the band until they were satisfied. One of them put his hands round the band - and his fingers could almost touch on each side of her Her breathing became difficult. The ting had little round rings welded on. Just like the cuffs and collar. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw one of them go to the wagon and come back with two large, round wooden sticks. Looking sideways and being on the alert, she got a good look at the sticks before he had come all the way over to her. As far as she could see, they had been smoothened and shone whitish in the light. The ends sticking up from his hands were round, and under his hands, she could just see that a round, little hole had been drilled through -- almost at the bottom of them. She gave an involuntarily loud gasp from deep down her throat, as she felt her buttocks being gripped firmly and pulled apart. Then the fingers probing her now opened vagina -- sliding in and out and obviously oiling her. The fingers went away, and then the rod split her open. Slowly -- and in one long movement -- the thing went inside her. Hurting a little as it pushed the tip of her cervix up in her abdomen. A tear of pain ran down over her cheeks and dripped on the plate in front of her. One more -- painful push up -- and then a cord of rope was pulled through the hole and tied to the metal belt on each sides of her body. Once again she felt the hands spreading her behind -- and then the fingers -- but this time in her anus. Then came the pain. Like a knife splitting her in two -- as number two rod was pressed into her back opening. Her sphincter prevented the thing from going in, but as the hand or hands holding it kept pressing constantly -- she finally felt it give way -- and the thing slid into her -- causing her to scream under the gag. Again, rope was pulled through the hole and it was tied to the metal belt. Before she had gotten her senses back, she was released from the plate and pulled to her feet. Tear now running down her cheeks and saliva dripping more than usual down her chin. She swayed a little and felt a haze of pain over her eyes. The men held her and pulled at the ropes -- pushed at the rods -- and laughed loudly at her squirming and crying. Some of the holding ropes were tied even further -- making the system tighter -- and the rods go even deeper inside her. When they were satisfied, one of them pulled a rope through the last ring on the chain hanging down in front of her collar -- and then mounted his horse -- holding the rope. Being pulled by this rope, and encouraged by one of the others bullwhips, she was dragged round the camp -- to everyone's amusement. The short chain between her ankles almost made her fall a few times -- and she had to move her feet really fast to keep up with the horse. When she was exhausted to the point of fainting, they stopped, and locked her in the usual position at the end of the line of girls. The caravan began moving and she staggered along. The tight belt restraining her breathing, the rods moving as she walked and giving her constant pain. A good thing was that her arms had now been locked in the position up on her back for so long, that they were no longer painful -- in fact she did not feel them at all. She clearly felt the end of the front rod scraping against the insides of her legs as she walked -- and she could not relieve herself, when they paused. Even though the rods were just tied to the belt, she had no way of reaching the knots, so she was more helpless and in more pain than ever. The quick run round the campus had made the whole arrangement'settle' a little, but still she had a lot more trouble walking than before. She had just gotten used to taking the length of steps that the chain between her ankles allowed, but now she needed to walk with her legs apart, making her forward stride even smaller with each step. She had to move her legs faster and in a totally different pace than before. All the time being reminded of the impaling rods and the violation she had been submitted to. She was exhausted when the day was over and they finally stopped for the night. That did not spare her for the torture of the night. In fact, she felt that her predicament had made the men even hornier, so her evening was spend being fucked by everybody and to top it all off, she had a severe caning. All the time wearing the tight iron belt. When they had finished they inserted the rods again. And left her chained and unconscious in her usual place on the ground. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter five** **Escape..** The next morning, they were kicked awake as usual. She was in a haze. Dizzy and in pain all over. They had to lift her upright before removing the gag -- and she had trouble bending down and gulping up the usual slob, that was served. The short intermission between being fed -- and having the gag back in -- till they were kicked on their feet and chained to the wagon, was by far enough for her to regain her strength. The way the plugs made her walk with small steps was straining. It was like she was running all the time, and her breathing was of course hampered by the heavy and tight iron belt round her waist. They had not broken her yet, but she sensed that it would not take much longer before she would just stagger along without anything in her mind. She had to escape - somehow She thought that the only two options, she had now was either to break down from the torture they submitted her to and then start to just trot along in a daze like the other women -- or the day would come, when they took her into the forest and... If she survived -- one way or the other -- she would sooner or later end up in the place they were taking her to -- and that was definitely not a place she wanted to go. At midday they had their usual lunch stop, and was just getting going again, when the man on the horse closest to her shouted as he pointed out over the plains before them: "Caravan!" All the men went on the alert. Their rifles came out -- and the leader had a pair of binoculars that he trained on the horizon. Then he shouted: "Hey, it's 'Ruffian'. We'll meet up with him at the crossroads further up." They got going -- and this time they were going faster than ever before. The wagon making loud noises, and the whip sang on their sore bodies constantly. Even the dog had to give up its constant slumber as the wagon went from side to side -- it sat up on the back of the wagon and looked at them with its ugly yellow eyes and the tongue hanging out of its mouth drooling. Sweat ran down her forehead -- and she was panting and stumbling -- and all the time she felt the sting of the whip on her buttocks, the back of her legs or her back. Soon they could all see it. On their left on a road angling in on their road. A caravan much like their own: Two wagons with a row of naked persons chained behind, and a group of horsemen swirling around the column. As they came closer and closer, she counted 7 naked figures after the last of the wagons -- chained exactly the same as they were -- and having a couple of barking dogs and men on horseback surrounding them. Their captors fired a few shots in the air -- and it was returned by the men in the other party doing the same. Both the prisoners and the captors kept a lookout for the other caravan. As they drew closer, she could see that the first two in the other chain line were men. Both young and strong looking, and with the same whip marks as all the rest of them. She also noticed that both been were equipped with a similar belt as hers and a similar rod stuck out from their behinds. When they reached each other, both columns stopped. She was grateful for this pause in the whipping, and stood there panting and sweating. The dogs from the other party came over. They were as big and as crazy looking as their own dog. They circled round her and the others as they barked and snapped their jaws. Apparently some new helpless bodies were just what they needed. It did not stop till their own dog started to bark and snap, and then a few well-placed lashes with the whip made them all creep away whining. The leader of their party came down the line with one from the other party. Probably their leader. They inspected the 'goods', starting with the woman closest to the wagon. She could see how they groped and turned her round, bending her over and sticking their fingers in her. All while they commented her looks. Slowly they moved down the line until they came to her. "Well, well. I must say! This is a nice specimen!" "Yeah, we got her by a stroke of luck. Pretty but untamed -- yet." "Not to worry. As long as you get her in on piece to market -- more or less!" The both giggled as they felt her muscles and body. "She will be worth a lot, when you unload her." The man's eyes shone with desire. "Yes, but we lost one to the fever along the road. So, this one will have to compensate -- and I dare say she is a good trade. The one we lost was scrawny and ugly, and could probably only have been used in a sailor's brothel or by a poor farmer out in nowhere." 'We had to give up two in protection fee. At the usual place, but I managed to let them have the two worst of ours. Our catch is not bad at all, but you seemed to have gotten a top quality one!" The other man laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. "I keep mine unattractive and scrawny, but you are the Master at this deception game. I bet the protection gang had no idea how your stock actually looked?" They both laughed and turned away. The last thing she could hear was: "Well, we will try them all out tonight. Then we can see who has the better catch." So that was it. They were not only 'tamed' as he had said, they were also kept in the most unattractive state not to tempt robbers and protection gangs. When they reached their destination, they could always be cleaned up and fattened -- before they were sold off. The caravan started moving again. The new people leading the train. For the rest of the day all their captors seemed happy, they rode back and forth and talked to their friends from the opposite group. Not that it did the prisoners any good -- on the contrary, their captors seemed to be eager to show off -- and that often resulted in harder and more frequent demonstrations of the whips ability on their bodies. Once in a while they would come by -- two and two -- and follow one of the girls for a period, discussing her qualities -- and loudly expressing what they imagined they would do later. They compared the girls -- and spoke about which one they preferred -- and which one they would have first in the evening. The last stretch, she had been worrying about the girl right in front of her. At the last -- short -- stop at a small stream, the men had not been able to resist the temptation any more. They had almost picked her, but the leader had said it was too much trouble removing her plugs, so they had taken the girl in front of her. Maybe the leader also wanted to hide the fact that she was still resisting the little she could, whereas the girl in front was quite meek and broken down. They had forced her on her keens in the grass, one had held up her chained arms, making her bend forward. This had given another man amble room to kneel down behind her and take her -- as another man treated the free part of her back with a cane. According to the comments, she heard, the convulsions the whipping had made the woman do had been especially pleasurable to her rapist. He had praised his orgasm loudly afterwards. That made two more take turns -- to see if the first one had spoken the truth. She had been looking at the girls bleeding back for the last miles to the night camp -- and she could see from the way, she staggered on, that she was semi-conscious. She had worried that the girl would not make it the last stretch -- but somehow she did. The only difference in their night camp situation was that there were more of them and more tormentors -- and then the two extra tents the other group had erected. Otherwise all was the same. The campfire in the middle, the prisoners strung out by their connecting neck chain between two trees, but in two separate groups, the wagons on the other side and so on. A difference was that the other group had posted a few guards outside the clearance -- and that their two dogs had been duly chained to a wagon. Their food and drink were the same as always -- and the way their captors slowly got drunk also. She was first in line. Apparently her captors wanted to spare her -- for some odd reason - so it was only the two leaders that had her. She was treated leniently and felt as if her own leader was really trying to impress the other guy with her 'value'. It did not make any difference to her attempts to struggle as the other nights -- but of course with no consequence to her ordeal. When she had had the plugs back in and was pulled upright -- tears running down her cheeks, the other leader came up to her and pinched her breasts. "She seems a little on the wild side. You are not very good in taming them, are you?' "I don't know about that. She'll be ready when we get there. Don't you worry." She had been used -- on the usual restraining iron'stool' -- in the privacy of one of the tents. As the leader dragged her outside by her collar-chain and handed her to the guards, he whispered between his teeth: "She'll wear the weights tomorrow. The middle size -- and with the needles. Show them to her, so she'll have something to think about during the night. That will surely tame he quickly." Instead of dragging her to the line, she was pulled alongside the wagon. One of the men holding her -- the least drunk of the two -- stuck his head and shoulders under the canvas, and then came out with two nasty looking contraptions: Each being a little clamp, with a short, chain and then a ball - looking like as if made of lead. The clamp had nasty looking teeth -- and a crude screwing system to make the teeth close. She shivered. He dangled them in front of her face. "Look, Princess. Tomorrow you will have these in your cute little nipples all day. I am sure that you will do anything at the end of the day to avoid another day with these little beauties." They gave her amble time to study the instrument of torture. Through the center of the clamp was a long thin, steel needle. He pulled it out and waved it in front of her eyes. "Now where do you think this little beauty will go?" He pressed the needle against her skin, so that she could feel the sharp point. A little drop of blood appeared. He pushed the needle back in place and moved it a little back and forth, so she got the full idea of the clamps being tightened round her nipples and then the needle stuck through holes in the jaws -- and her flesh. She closed her eyes. "Tomorrow morning your cute little nipples will feel the needle -- and you will have the pleasure of this - all day long!" They both laughed. He threw the things back in, and grabbed both her nipples and pressed hard as he gave them a turn. The pain made her squirm and cry. More tears ran down her cheeks. Without further ado they dragged her back to the line and threw her on the ground. As she tried to find a comfortable position, she heard them unfasten the girl next to her. "Well. I think we'll take this one next!". Between them the men swayed in drunkenness, and the woman in her state of exhaustion. Of course, they managed to get her on her feet -- and dragged her off. It took her a little while before she realized: They had forgotten to attach her to the end of the chain, or to the next woman in the row! Right now, she was neither connected to the tree -- or her fellow prisoners -- There were a large gap in the chain where the other girl had been! Keeping a watchful eye on the men around the fire, she rolled, twisted and turned till she got her collar chain placed loosely by the collar of the next woman in the row. The very, very carefully -- not to upset or move the chain, she moved back. Inch by inch. Till she was approximately in the distance from the woman that the chain would allow. There was now a very wide gap to the chain from the tree, lying in the grass and to her. It would fool no one -- especially if they pulled the chains to test -- as they usually did. The loose end would come up in their hands -- and that would be it! She closed her eyes and hoped that in their drunkenness they would forget, and that no one would inspect or test the chains closely. She might just get lucky. Anyway, she could not do much now but wait till things had quieted down. Crucial was that they would not come back and chain her to the missing woman and the tree. A little later, she noticed the guards coming back to the campfire. Apparently they had grown tired of sitting outside in the cold and dark, and now sat down and tried to catch up with the others drunkenness. The woman that had been next to her was lying across the stool -- but she could not see if she was fastened to it. Once in a while one of the men got up, went to her and satisfied himself in one of her openings. In between her heads just hung down and she seemed in the usual half-conscious state. Time passed very slowly. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She judged from the moon that it was almost midnight -- and from the partying going on that it would be a late start in the morning She had not seen them so drunk yet -- and many of them had fallen over by the fire and was snoring heavily. At one point - late in the evening -- they arranged a dogfight in the middle of the camp. She had heard them arguing loudly over the qualities of their dogs, and the end of it was that they brought them out, money changed hands, and the dogs were kicked and whipped to go at each other -- two and two. Their single dog was in a lot of fights -- and even though it was a vicious beast, it crawled away in the end. Full of cuts and bitemarks. It collapsed on the outskirts of the fireplace and seemed dead to the world. Another stroke of luck for her. The dogs would be exhausted in the morning and full of cuts and wounds from the fights. They would not be as efficient as slave-hunters as they normally were. Slowly the fire died out. All she could hear was the soft moaning of her fellow prisoners, the deep and loud snoring from the men round the fireplace and then -- in the tent furthest away from her: An ongoing party. The remaining awake men -- and some of the women from the other group were in that tent. She did not care to think of what was going on. She waited a while longer. Making sure everything just around her was quiet. The girl next to her was sleeping deeply -- and so it appeared the rest of her line. Finally, she felt ready. Slowly -- very slowly she rolled round and got up on her knees. The chains making a loud, rattling sound -- too loud, she thought. She made small pauses between each little movement. Stopping and listening. Then she was on her knees, facing the camp. Slowly she moved one foot forward, hampered by the chain between her ankles. Finally managing to stand up. Being very careful not to have the chains rattle more than absolutely necessary. Her arms on the back still felt numb, and her legs were shaking. He rods inside her and the belt not making anything easier for her. Alternating between looking down and up, she slowly and carefully put one foot forward -- moved her weight and then another foot. She thought it took ages to move out of the light of the fire and into the darkness of the surrounding forest. \- And she thought she made far too much noise with the rattling chains. Especially the one from the front of her collar that was just dangling loose. At the edge of the forest, she turned and looked. All was silent. No one had cried out. No one had come to grab her. As she went deeper and deeper into the forest, her eyes got used to the dark, and she increased her speed a little. The small steps her ankle-chains allowed was no problem. She had been walking like that for days. She stopped and crouched as a night bird made one loud noise -- sounding like someone in pain. She did identify it quickly and trotted on. She had been listening to sounds of pain and moaning for so long, that she only needed a second to identify the sound as being non-human. She also stopped -- in the beginning -- quite often and listened for sounds of someone following her. She hurried as much as she could. She knew exactly where she was going. Back to the stream from this afternoon. Soon she was far enough away to move faster. That is, as fast as the chain between her legs allowed. It was still very dark, when she reached the stream. 'Downstream,' She though. So that any scent of her would go in the same direction as she went. She stepped into the cold water and started running. She hoped that no wild animal would attack her, and felt ridiculously vulnerable. The collar with the chain swinging down in front of her and hitting her body now and then. The tight metal belt with the strings for the rods inside her. Her hands locked on her back, and the short chain between the cuffs round her ankles. Not to mention the ball and metal brace round her head. She had no idea how to get out of this and no idea where she was actually going, just as far away from them as possible -- and before morning came and they began looking for her. She knew that on horseback they would be much faster than her even in a dense forest like this, but the night was silent. She hoped they were all still in a deep, alcoholic soaked sleep. She stopped once and made a few acrobatic movements in to get the chain from the front of her collar swung on her back -- and grab it with one of her locked hands. She was happy to find that she still had command over her fingers even though they felt numb. From that point on, the chain did not swing in front of her, made noises or hit her as she stumbled on. She knew that when they found out she had gone, they would be quick on her trail, and in spite of the dense undergrowth, the horses and dogs would bring them to the stream rather fast. From there they would have to follow the stream up and down -- and having the dogs check each side for traces of her leaving the stream. She hoped this would slow the hunt down some, but had no illusions of being able to get very far away before morning -- and the chase. The icy cold water soon made her feet numb -- and the chill made her shiver as she ran. Had she not had the wooden ball in her mouth, her teeth would be rattling. The numbness was a strange relief. She could no longer feel the sharp stones at the bottom of the creek. Now and then she still almost toppled over, when she stepped on a branch or bigger stone in the creek, but she kept on her feet and pressed onwards. All that kept her going was sheer willpower. She was oblivious to the pain, but thankful when the cold made her completely lose any feeling in her toes and feet. She ran on in the stream, panting. Her heart hammering in her chest and in her ears. Soon the night started to become dark grey. Daylight was coming -- far too early -- she did not think she had gotten very far away -- at least not far enough. And she was beginning to lose her strength. The many days on the road, the restraints, the constant abuse -- and the slobby porridge all contributed in making her weak. She began to sway as she walked -- and the world began to spin around her -- she also fell headlong a few times -- and stumbled more than before. Slowly she felt her energy drain away. One advantage was that it soon became light enough to see where she was stepping, but by that time, she was walking like a zombie, so she stumbled anyway -- and more and more frequent. Finally, she fell over from exhaustion -- and did not get up. Halfway into the stream, with her head on a soft piece of grass just on the brink. She had done her best. Let them find her, let her die here and now. She did not care. She thought she heard noises up ahead, but her foggy brain discarded it as imaginary. She was hallucinating. The world closed in around her - she passed out... **36** by o_girl © **Chapter six** **Saved....** Something tickled her face. Something wet. She lay absolutely still. The noises and the wet streaks on her face told her it was a dog. They had found her! Her heart started pounding in her chest -- and she stayed absolutely still. As long as she pretended to be out cold, they would not start the torture again. The dog kept on licking her and making sniffling noises. Pushing at her head with its nose. She sensed it was not a big, mad dog -- but a much smaller creature. She could hear the running water in the stream, and the sun shone on her face. She tried to figure out how long, she had been out. Judging from the warmth on her face it was not yet midday. They could not have found her that fast! She opened one eye, and saw a small, hairy dog with mild eyes right in front of her. The dog was licking her cheek, and nudging her head, as to bring her round. From very far away, in her foggy brain, she heard a deep, male voice: "What have you found, Curly?" She sensed the person coming closer, and suddenly looked -- with her one open eye -- into a pair of heavy leather boots A pair of strong hands and arms gently lifted her up and out of the stream, and she heard the same voice as before. This time very close, saying: "Strange things the stream washes up these days." The last thing, she heard -- or maybe imagined she heard -- was a deep chuckle. Then she went out cold again. She sensed lying in a dark room -- fell in and out of a comatose sleep. Had nightmares and sometimes woke herself by her own screams. She was half awake -- or maybe not. Sometimes she sensed the big man -- with the voice from the stream, sometimes she heard other noises -- but were not quite sure if they were in her mind. At one point she thought she heard horses and dogs and though she was back in the horrible camp -- but then she drifted away -- and the next time she surfaced all was quiet. Another time, she felt cool air on her body. She was being carried again, and from the sounds, she thought it was the same man that had carried her earlier. She was put down on some straw. Still in more than half sleep. Very carefully the wooden gag was inched out of her mouth. Then she was turned around on the straw. She heard metallic noises - chains rattling -- and after a short while she thought she could feel her hands and arms again -- or maybe she was just dreaming and this was how dying felt? She did sense the two plugs in her openings being extracted -- and gasped loudly in her daze as each of them went out and her openings retracted to normal size. Gently she was lifted up again and carried -- almost asleep again -- so maybe it was just another dream? Shortly she would wake up and find herself at the usual spot on the chain with the others. When she was put down it was in a dark room -- maybe the same as before. The mattress and covers embedded her -- and she sank slowly down and down into a deep, deep sleep. She woke by the same, little dog sniffing her face. Using a little time to wake before moving, she was sure there was no other sounds than the dogs persistent sniffing and licking. When she finally opened her eyes, she was face-to-face with a little terrier- like cross between something and something else. It seemed very friendly -- and had obviously taken a liking to her. She pulled a hand from under the blanket and scratched it behind its ear. Though the heavy iron bands were still around her wrists -- they were not locked on her back -- and she had the full use of her hands -- and could feel her fingers once again. The collar also still sat around her neck -- but there was no chain attached to it. The dog liked the caress. It moved its head and looked at her all the time with it's nice and friendly eyes. This was definitely not a slave trader dog. She lifted the blanket with her other hand and looked down. The metal belt was still there -- as was the cuffs round her ankles -- but the rope and the rods had gone -- and her feet were no longer connected by the chain. This was as close to freedom she had been since she had run into the traders! She lay there in the silence, hearing only a small insect in the room buzzing -- and sensing the low sounds of the outside. It seemed very quiet and safe. The dog had crept closer. Now it was lying on her chest, where it turned to its side and seemed to relax completely. It seemed like it really enjoyed being scratched and caressed by her. Somehow it had managed to get its head lying next to hers almost. Then it began to breathe slower -- almost like a slight snore. She looked up at a plastered ceiling. Yellowish, smooth with a few cracks and blemishes from dampness. The curtains looked grey and not very clean, but they were drawn and the light made little streaks of dust filled sun lines into the room. There was the bed -- she was lying in -- and a few pieces of well-used furniture -- nothing on the walls. The ceiling and walls all had the same yellowish and slightly dirty look. She heard steps approaching. Floorboards and a staircase giving way under a person. Only one person, but a big one judging from the sounds. She pulled the blanket up as the dog raised its head and looked towards the door. The steps stopped just outside. Her heart began racing in her chest, and she looked round as if there were somewhere to hide or escape. The door made squeaking noises as it opened, and a very big man almost filled the frame. "Ah, you are awake. Good. Here's some food." She thought she remembered his deep, Sonora voice from her dreams. It was absolutely befitting his size -- and he was smiling, which created little wrinkles in the corner of his eyes. He was weather beaten and his skin looked dark and suntanned. His rough clothes had the marks of much wear and tear -- and something that looked like burn holes all over the material She estimated him to be around fifty, with graying hair and a full beard that was growing a little wild on the edges. His big hands and torso told her that he was used to heavy manual labour of some kind. The dog did not leave her but its tail began pounding the blanket and her rapidly. Holding the blanket tightly up with one hand, she pushed herself up against the headrest, making the dog move -- but not very much -- it was still on her side and she could feel its warm body through the blanket. The man put a crude tray down on the side of her. A whiff of food slowly filled her nostrils. She took a deep breath and realized how hungry she was. He dumped down the chair beside the bed. It made a lot of creaking noises as it received his weight. "Who are you, and what am I doing here?" Her voice dry and squeaking. Her throat felt parched. "One thing at a time. Have something to eat first." Not dropping the blanket, she managed to lean over and get the blanket across her legs. The dog lifted its head and sniffed. Then looked at her. The tray held a cracked plate with bread and cheese. The bread not fresh, but not stale either -- and tasted nice. The cheese well cured and delicious. Beside the plate was a steaming mug, with something she found was a kind of herb soup - also delicious. She stuffed her face. "Hey. Hey. Take it easy. You should eat slower. Your stomach is probably not used to real food, so if you gulp it down, you will just loose it again." He apparently found the sight of her wolfing down food funny, because a deep chuckle came from somewhere within him. She tried to chew more carefully on the bread and cheese and to take a breath or two in between stuffing herself. She also took time to give the dog a little corner of the bread and cheese, which it swallowed just as fast as her. She could feel the food all the way down inside her. Slowly filling her up, and her stomach begin to rumble as it went into gear. This was a most welcome change from the crude porridge, she had been living on till now. He kept looking at her with his lively and kind eyes. "Well. Glad to see you have not lost your appetite. You must have had quite a time?" She thought a minute of what to tell him, but he had obviously helped her out of most of her restraints, so he knew she was not just a wandered, lost in the woods -- but how close where his relations to the traders? Would he hand her over to them if they came by, or keep her there till he could sell her off to the next raiding party? She had begun

to chewing carefully on the food in her mouth. To gain time and think before replying. "I did. Thank you for saving me. Eeehhhh...mmm...Have you seen anybody around here that might be looking for me?" She felt a sudden rush of cold going through her body -- and a small shiver. The dog, which had once again settled with its body close to her, raised it head as if it sensed her emotions. "I suppose you could say that. I sent them on a wild goose chase. Will do them good." "WHAT did you do?" He emitted his deep chuckle again. "Well. Curly here found you more dead than alive -- and half way into the stream down there." He made an unspecific swing of his arm. On the mention of his name, the dog looked up once again, then returned to its place close to her. "I am curious of what you thought you were doing, in all that iron, running around in the wild. Did you really think you could escape like that?" A few thoughts went through her head. So, he knew. Of course, he knew. It was obvious the way she was found, that she was on the run from something or somebody. "I hoped. I had to give it a try. It was terrible, you know! - and thank you!" She smiled at him, hoping the next minutes would not reveal that he was not as kind as he seemed. "Curly here is a better dog than most. I sometimes think he has more than the normal sensitivity of dogs. He wanted me to come outside and then he led me down to the stream. In fact, he led me straight to you. I wonder how he knew you were there." He looked down at the dog, that once more reacted to its name being mentioned, and then cuddled even closer and put its head on the blanket -- looking up at her. Like he was claiming her as his 'catch'. "I could see from the way you were chained up, that you could not have gone far -- and the people putting you in that position would be coming around in a very short time, and that they would probably not be very kind to you, when they caught up. So, I carried you back here. I have a hiding place under the house that I stuffed you in, hoping you would keep quiet -- but not really worrying about it as you were more dead than alive." I took the liberty of wiping you off with a few rags. Then I drew the rags along the brink of the stream -- and tied them to a rat I caught in one of my traps this morning -- and sent it down the river. I also dragged a few dead rats from the traps across the trail from the river to the house. I know the kind of dogs they use. Like their masters, they are only good for hurting defenseless persons. Their noses are not very good. Scum, they all are!" She did not know if he referred to the dogs or the humans -- but she nodded. Agreeing with either. The deep chuckle once again came up from the depths of his body. "I suppose your friends are right now chasing a wild rat with a rag smelling of you hanging from its tail." She could not help smiling at the picture it created in her mind. "Oh, yes. They did come by. I had just come back from laying out your trail, when they came. I gave them a tall tale, and they raced down the trail I had laid out.' Again, he laughed. So, they had been right behind her. They had been close on her tail, when he had picked her out of the stream. She thought of the nasty nipple clamps with the needles and the whips -- and her body grew ice cold. They would have been very harsh in their treatment of her. Especially as their leader lost a lot of dignity to the other gang by her escape. He would have made sure she would not escape again -- and probably shown the others - the enslaved women and his own men - what happened if someone tried to escape. "Some not very sympatric friends you have. No wonder you got tired of their company." He pulled her out of the dark thoughts. She had not been able to say a whole lot as he spoke as her mouth was constantly full of bread and cheese, but now she had almost finished. She licked her fingertips, and used it to scope up the last crumbs on the plate. Then drank the warm stuff. Tasted like bouillon or thin soup. It was still nice and warm. She held one arm out from under the blanket: "Can you get me out of these?" He smiled again: "I have already gotten you out of some of it, but I would like to make a deal with you?' "What?" she said. Getting a little suspicious. "Well, I need someone to take care of the dog, the house and me. Not a whole lot. Curly and me live here on our own, and sometimes it gets lonely and sometimes it gets messy and dirty. You could say I would like you to be my housekeeper. You could do whatever you feel like doing, as long as you are kind to Curly, but that does not seem to be a problem. He thinks you are his, since he found you apparently." He looked at the dog that seemed to have settled in permanently on the blanket against her leg. When it again heard its name, the tail gave a few whacks, and one eye opened, but it stayed still. She clearly felt its warm body through the blanket. "I am a kind man, as far as I know. I would not do anything to you that you don't want, and I don't ask much, just a little company -- and the place getting just a little less messy than it is now." It sounded fine to her. Housework, cooking and cleaning -- and she could decide what to do and how to do it. She smiled at him for the first time, and thought that she could not remember, when she had last smiled. "Sounds reasonable enough, but what will you do for me?" (She remembered her mother's words about something for something). "Well, at each full moon, I will remove one of those things. Your choice which. Meaning that you would have to stay for six full moon periods. After that you are free to stay or go as you please." Aha! Of course, he was afraid she would run off as soon as she was out of the iron, and why should he trust her, even if she did promise to stay? He had freed her arms, removed the chain between her ankles and the one dangling from her collar, not to mention the rods in her underbelly and the awful gag, so he probably had means to help her out of it all. And staying here -- in a warm, secure house with an apparent supply of good food and a nice furry friend - for some time, seemed quite appealing to her. She did not know where she would go, and for how long would she remain free on the road -- alone? "I agree,' she said. '...but..but..what if my pursuers come back?" She was still worried that he would make a good deal trading her for something valuable, he needed with a passing party -- even though he had seemed honest, and definitely did not like the traders. "Well, I would not like them or anybody else to know you are here. As I mentioned before, I have a hiding place under the house. When you feel a little better and up to it, I will show you where and how, and then as soon as Curly sounds the alarm, you are to go there and stay, till whoever is coming has gone again. That way no one will know you are here. No one will be tempted to do anything wrong to you. Maybe if you stay for a longer period, we can work something out, so that you can stay out in the open, but I am afraid that your 'friends' -- and people similar to them are much too common guests here for your presence to be known. She nodded. It was a good idea -- and she had no problems being 'invisible'. She also took this as a sign that he was not just keeping her for later use as a 'trading object'. She smiled at him. "I agree and I would very much like to stay here. My pursuers were pretty close to me, when you found me, and I am very, very grateful for that -- thank you!" "I am sure they will be back, when they have found the rat or when they get tired of chasing it, and losing a beautiful girl like you are probably not something they take lightly. We will deal with that, when they show up again." He slowly rose from the chair. The wood making noises as his heavy body lifted: "Now I have things to do. Stay here with Curly. Keep an eye on him. If he tells you something is not right, then follow him, he will lead you to safety." He left. She lay still hearing his steps move along the corridor and down the steps. The dog just lifted one ear as he went out of the door. She collapsed on the bed and fell into another deep sleep. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter seven** **The blacksmith...** She got to know the hiding place under the house a lot faster, than she had imagined. She woke by the dog nudging her face with its nose. As soon as she had opened her eyes, the dog jumped down and stood by the door looking back at her. Remembering the words about following the dog, she swept the blanket around her and rose from the bed. She was dizzy and the world spun for a few seconds, until she could focus on the room and the dog. Then she went over and opened the door. The dog shot out, and she followed. At the top of the stairs in the end of the corridor, the dog stopped and waited. Looking back to see if she was following. The place smelled old and dusty. Downstairs the dog stopped in front of another door and looked at her. She knocked and opened the door. It was a kitchen, warm and cozy -- and a faint smell of food hung in the air. At the table, the man was sitting reading a book He looked up as they came in. "Ah. Curly is aware of something. Come with me. Quickly, please." Despite his size, he rose with an astonishing speed and agility. Not the slow, heavy movements she had seen upstairs. Feeling the urgency and the alarm, she quickly followed him through the house and out the back door -- still only wearing the blanket from the bed. The dog keeping very close to her legs -- and constantly looking up at her. The house was on a small slope, and one side of the foundation was made of large stones forming a solid wall upon which the house stood. There were a lot of wood, old equipment and other garbage piled up against this stone foundation. He moved a big, stained and rugged wooden board, and revealed an opening in the foundation behind it. Beside the opening lay a flat stone with a rusty handle cemented into it. He quickly showed her how to move the wooden board, use the handle on the stone to pull it away, climb in and pull the stone back with a handle placed on the other side of the flat stone.. "Now get inside. Do as I just showed you, and be very still. I'll come and get you, when the danger is over." He helped her get inside and pull the slab in place -- adjust the fit and then the scraping sounds as he placed the wooden board over the whole thing. Then everything was dark and silent. It was not totally dark though. Here and there the sun shone through the floorboards above. There was not enough room for her to stand up, but almost. As her eyes slowly got used to the semi-darkness, the contours of the room and its contents slowly formed. It contained a some old, discarded furniture, an old rocking horse and some damp stained boxes. She climbed further in, and found a good spot behind some boxes. Even if someone should remove the stone and look inside, she would not be seen. She could hear his footsteps and the dogs pitter-patter on the floor above. She followed him and the dog with her ears. He sat down on another creaking chair, and then silence again. Then she heard the horses -- approaching and stopping just outside the house. The vents in the foundation made it easy to hear the outside sounds. A number of men in heavy boots scrambled over the veranda and swung the door open. Then trampled over the floor above her creating a dust storm on her side of the boards. She held a snip of the blanket up before her mouth not to sneeze. "Hello again! Already back?" They did not bother with the politeness: "Have you seen her?" She froze. It was the leader of her captors that spoke in his harsh guttural voice. "Nope. Not since you were here this morning." Now she could hear their dogs sniffing round outside. She hoped they would not catch her scent. After a while she sensed the sniffing ceased and the dogs going away. "We've been all the way down river and checked the banks. She can't have gotten far. After all she was in chains. Sure, you have not seen her?" "As I told you: I have not. Not many come by, and judging from your description, I would have noticed, or at least the dog would." "That scrawny midget, you have! I am sure it could not find a sausage if it was straight in front of its nose! You should get a proper dog, like one of ours?" "No thank you. I don't need a watchdog, just company, and Curly is enough for me, besides he does not eat much, which is good these days." "Well, if she is still running around in some of your excellent handiwork, I suppose we will catch up with her sooner or later. Your work is usually excellent." She startled 'your excellent handiwork'? what did he mean? "I know. I do my best to please my customers." "We'll come by on our way back in a month or so. We will probably need to re- supply. However, having lost the prize we would get from our little beauty. We will not do the business in town, we had thought we would -- and that will probably mean a smaller order for you -- but I suppose it can't be helped." "Well. That's life for you. Sometimes business is good, sometimes it is not so good." The leader grunted something in reply. Clearly he was not satisfied. "If you get your hands on some iron, you know I will be happy to trade with you. Not the coal filled slag, some people try to load on me, but a good quality I can use for something." "I know. Have I not always supplied you with first class goods?" "Yes. You are one of my better customers -- do come back." She could hear them shuffle towards the door and out on the balcony. Small pieces of dirt were falling through the cracks and down on her body. She heard some commotion as the men obviously mounted their horses again. Then the leader spoke again: "Well, if you see her, take her into custody. You probably have a lockable shed, hut or room somewhere. Keep her till we come back -- and it will be well worth your while." "Don't worry. I will." A few minutes later, she heard the horses move away. She kept still for what seemed a very long time. Very still. Finally, she heard the stone being pulled out. "You can come out now. They are quite gone." She crawled out and blinked at the sudden sunlight. "Sorry it took a while, but I had to be sure they were quite gone." She looked at him -- slightly anxious. "Thank you for not selling me out. Will you hand me over when they come back?" "No way. Would not dream of it. You are safe here, and we have a deal -- a good deal as far as I am concerned. If they found out about me hiding you, my life would be worth nothing, blacksmith skills and everything. The loss of dignity in losing a beauty like you, would be enough for them to get rid of me, so that no one would know how foolish they have been." "What did they mean about 'handiwork' -- and why did their dogs not find me?" "One thing at a time, come with me." She followed him to a little shed in the backyard. He opened the door, stuck his hand into a sack inside, and came out with a handful of white powder. "Look at this. It's a miracle powder -- no don't sniff it!" She was going to stick her nose in it, but he held her back with a quick movement of his hand. "What is it?" "It's quite common. Somebody calls it Alum; some call it Aluminum Potassium, but never mind. I put a line of this all around the house, and the minute the dog sniffs it, they lose their sense of smell for a long while. " She was beginning to like the deep chuckle that once again emerged from deep down inside him. "I think it is something to do with the nostrils swelling up and blocking the scent. Those dogs they had along will be staggering about without being able to smell anything at all for the next couple of hours at least, which will be good for them. They will not be able to find a track for quite a while -- and then I hope they give up and go on their way." She could not help smiling with him -- like two conspirators -- at the fact that her pursuers were now following a gang of dogs, that could not smell the least. Should be a strange tour of the vicinity. "So, what do you think happens?" "Well -- here's not many people living near by -- or far by even, so if I were them I would count on one of two things: One: That you show up somewhere for help -- and they are probably riding round now terrorizing all my neighbours to make them take you 'in custody' for them if you show up -- or two: That you die or disappear in the wilderness.. I have a plan, but we can discuss that later. Right now, you need to find something to wear instead of my blanket. Have a look round and get familiar with the place. Then we will talk later. I have work to do. Stay close to the dog." That seemed not to be a problem. Apart from when she had been under the house, the dog had been less than a yard away from her at any time. It had clearly adopted her, or maybe claimed her, as it was he, who had found her. She looked down at it and smiled -- it was like it smiled back at her. "Don't worry. I will." He had not answered the question about his handiwork, and a nasty suspicion was growing in her mind, but so far she kept it to herself. She took a long walk around the place. There was a main building in two stocks. Most of the rooms on the second floor were unused except the one she had been in, and another one down the hall from that one. Probably his bedroom. Everything was dusty and smelled of stale air. The furniture looked used and like it had been accumulated from all sorts of places -- not many pieces looked like they had been intended to be used together. In one room, she found two easy leather chairs -- each in their own design, and each with the leather worn almost through on the armrests. Downstairs there was a living room, a kitchen and an entry-hall. Apart from that there were only one other room, looking like he used it for office purposes. It had a large, well-used desk with stacks of paper and books and generally a mess. Outside, but attached to the main building, there was something looking like a garage, but now apparently used as workshop. The path from the house and around the corner to the big opening of the garage/workshop was without any grass and looked well-used. She could hear him hammering away at something inside, and decided to wait and end her inspection tour there. On the grounds behind the house, there were a number of smaller sheds: An outhouse toilet, which she later found out, was based on some sort of recycling. It was on a small mound, and on the bottom there was a hatch out of which good soil occasionally could be shoveled out. A small hen house with some healthy-looking white chickens pecking around in the soil, a number of tool sheds and a larger barn-like structure. In there she found a stack of old flour sacks made of a coarse material. Using a large nail that was sticking out from one of the posts, she pulled a sack over it and ripped holes in it: One for her head and one for each arm. She pulled it over her head. It was perfect. A piece of old string hanging from a post made a perfect belt, even though it emphasized her ironclad, narrow waistline. It would have to do for now. The sack smelled of 'nature' and made her feel good. She knew she would have an almost unending supply of 'dresses' here. She folded the blanket, put it under her arm, and went light-footed over to the workshop. The dog not having left her side for a second during the tour. "Look. How do you like it?" She said and spun around in front of him. He was standing by the glowing coal, red and sweaty in the face and with a white-hot rod in one hand and a large hammer in the other. 'Wonderful -- apart from the print on it saying you weight a hundred kilos." She looked down at the writing across her belly -- and they both laughed. "You're a resourceful girl. I like that. Since I you have not told me your name, I will call you 'Princess'. It will also be good for your self-esteem after all you have been exposed to." "Thank you." She curtsied while she held the hem of the sack out from each side. He bowed. They laughed. She started walking around the place. It was dark and full of raw iron in all shapes and sizes, his working tools and by the door, plough shards on one side and piles of arrow points, spear point and so on by the other. She looked at some of the things, while he hammered on. Then she ventured further inside in the semi-darkness. At the far back, she saw it. The whole wall full of it. Collars, cuffs, chains, locks -- all the things she had learned to hate the past weeks. She turned towards him. He had stopped hammering and was looking at her with a very sad expression in his eyes. She lifted a chain out from the wall and her eyes were shooting fire: "You. You. You make these things. What the hell do you think you are doing? Do you know how degrading people are being treated with your stuff? I suppose you are proud that it is used to render people helpless -- and in the hands of those brutes. You must be very proud of yourself!" Big tears ran down her cheeks. She threw the chain against the wall, stamped her feet in the ground and trampled out of the workshop. She sat down on a small earthen mound a bit away. Looking into the forest and crying silently. The dog circled around her and looked bewildered up at her face. After a long while, he came out and silently sat beside her. For a long time, they did not speak, then he said very quietly: "I understand why you must hate me." "I don't hate you. Just don't want anything to do with those torture instruments hanging in your workshop. You must understand that, but I owe my life and freedom to you." "I have to live. I make this stuff because -- unfortunately -- it is in wide demand. There're not much work or people who wants tools and other equipment around here. I have some traders coming by regularly and buying things for the markets -- but to enough to make me survive. I do try to make my restraints in a better quality and nicer to wear than the stuff you are wearing. They are definitely not from my workshop -- no matter what you might have heard. I always try to give plenty of room and make the insides and edges smooth, but I cannot do something in such poor quality as the ones you are wearing. You were lucky to escape, but I have never heard of anybody else escaping them, after they have falling into their greedy claws. Imagine what would have happened to you, had I not found you? And even if the material on some of the stuff had been bad and you were able to get out of it, you would never get out of it all -- and they would surely catch you -- and then...." "I think I can imagine -- please don't say any more. Just never let me hear about it again, please." "Ok. That's a valid request. I'll go and make us some dinner. Will you come inside?" She wiped her face with a snip of her sack-dress. "In a minute. I just wanna sit here for a while." He walked off. Sometime later, the dog started nudging her leg, and she got up. The dog apparently also had a sixth sense regarding food, because the stew was almost on the table, when they came inside. They did not talk during the meal, and she went to bed early. In the same room, she had occupied before and with Curly nesting very close to her **36** by o_girl © **Chapter eight** **Everyday life...** The next morning, she woke as the sun rose -- and for once sent a clear, bright light through the threadbare curtains. She sneaked silently down to the kitchen -- the dog right at her heels. She poured some water from the metal container beside the stove into a big pot, put firewood in, and lit it with a box of reasonably new looking matches. She also filled the little kettle that was already on the stove. While the water heated, she looked in all the cupboards and took a survey of the place. She found a well-supplied larder, and a plate with chicken eggs. There was also some smoked meat hanging from a hook, and some fairly fresh smelling beetroots of some kind. As soon as the big pot boiled, she washed the items she had selected: A pan, some plates, mugs and some knives and forks. She used an amble handful of salt from a sack on the floor to scrub the things absolutely clean. She found a clay brick -- supporting a small table at the side. Replaced the brick with an upturned pot that had a hole in it -- so it was useless anyway. The used the brick -- and more salt -- to scrub the table clean. She gave the dog some water -- and a slice of the smoked meat -- and had she not had a friend for life before -- the sounds of the dog munching through the meat at record speed told her, that now she had. Afterwards it signalled that it wanted to go out, and she opened the backdoor. Smiled as she saw it race to the furthest visible place of the grounds -- just where the forest began -- and relieved itself -- only to come racing back with the same speed -- and settle under the table by her feet. She cut the meat -- and made a small omelette. She was just getting it off the pan and on to a plate, when she heard his steps -- first as a creaking noise above her, then down the stairs -- and finally the kitchen door opened and he stuck his face in. Sniffing loudly. "I smell very good food," he said as he came in the door. "Lovely." He pulled out a chair. "Oh no. Wash first!" She pointed at the sink. He looked a little surprised, but walked out and she could hear him splash water somewhere outside. When he came in, he was much cleaner, and his hair was wet. They smiled at each other as he sat down. "I need to figure out where things are here in the kitchen. It will take a while, but I hope you will like this?" "Looks and smells delicious -- you seem to be doing all right!" He dug into the omelette, and ate it all -- again expressing his delight!" Afterwards he went to his workshop, and she heard him begin to hammer away. She cleared the dishes and did a little sorting and arranging in the kitchen, then went out. In the tool shed she found, what she was looking for: A large, slightly rusty shovel. Solid and not too big for her to handle. She walked briskly down to the stream and began digging. She worked most of the day -- only interrupted by midday, when she went back to the kitchen, prepared some of his home baked bread -- and some more of his cured meat. She took it to him in the workshop, and they sat outside in the rare, but pleasant sunlight. At the end of the day she had made a rather large, round hole next to the stream. She had blocked the water from flowing into the hole by big rocks that she had painstakingly dragged and carried from the edges of the stream on both sides of her hole. When daylight began fading away, she walked back with her shovel. Tired but satisfied. They had more of the stew from yesterday, and on the Smiths questions about her whereabouts during the day, she just smiled and said: "Wait and see." For several days she worked with concentration by the stream. The dog always lying a few meters away and watching her while dozing. Then on the fourth day, she led the stream in her little dugout. With satisfaction, she stood as it filled, and praised herself: 'It worked.' The next morning, she hurried down there with two buckets. The water running into the pond, she had made, had slowed down, and the sediment had sunk to the bottom. The surface was almost clean, and she knew it would get cleaner, as she tended the system. Simple and efficient. The whole day she dragged water to the house, scrubbed and washed every object in sight. As she used the clay brick on the floors, and had found some old brushes and stiff rags in one of the tool-sheds for everything else, she applied plenty of salt to scrub everything clean. By evening, when the Smith came in, he stopped at the door, looked round and scratched his head: "I must be in the wrong house! What have you done?" "Housecleaning," she said with a smile, and noticed he had washed before coming on for dinner. The next day, she took the curtains and every piece of clothing she could find inside the house down to her pond. She hammered the wet material with a round rock until it was all clean then took it back to the house and hung it on rope lines, she had left in the water overnight to clean. It looked like an army of white and multi-coloured ghosts were flying in the wind. The Smith came out of his workshops a few times and looked astonished at the lines of clean washing. He did not comment during their regular lunch break outside the workshop. The next morning, she rehung the curtains to the house -- and put the all the carpets, she had been able to carry out -- on the line to air. The day after, while she was having a short break by her pond, scratching some rust off her cuffs, he suddenly appeared. Enthusiastically she showed him the pond, explained the system, and almost managed to push him in the water while laughing. "I was worried that you were using all the well-water for you cleaning frenzy, but now you surprise me again. Well done, Princess." Within a couple of weeks, she had changed the house. It was clean and orderly. She even managed to get the Smith to wash every time before eating and before going to bed. Once or twice a week, people would come. Most often a farmer with some kind of tool needing mending, a person with a horse in need of new shoes or a traveller just passing by and wanting to hear and tell news. Rarely a wagon came, and each time she heard the creaking of wheels, her body went stiff and cold. The wagons were not traders, but regular customers on their way to one of the nearest towns -- wanting to resupply their stock of iron made goods. She could not be show be seen, but gave the Smith instructions as to what they needed for their larder and kitchen, in case the traveller had goods to exchange for the ironworks. Every time the dog did a perfect job. It alerted her long before anything could be heard or seen, and she crawled into her hideout under the house and pulled the stone shut after her. There she would lie and be able to hear most of the conversation in the room above. Some of the visitors were regulars, and they expressed their amazement at the change in the place -- but the Smith just told them that he had decided to clean up his life. The accepted the explanation without further comments. Once - after about three weeks - a group of slave traders came by. Not the ones that had given her the nasty experience, but an equally rough party of men. Apparently, they were outbound, because they had no prisoners with them. They unloaded a lot of iron in the yard, and took an equal amount lot of the grim equipment from the back wall of the hut with them. She had noticed the empty spaces on the back wall of the smith afterwards, and even though she had clearly stated that she would not hear or see anything of it, she still could not help looking at the chains and cuffs every time she was in the workshop. Then one morning, he announced: "It's a full moon. When you have cleared breakfast, I want you to come to the workshop." She was unusually fast, and felt like her feet were flying, when she hurried out. "Sit down here. Now which ring would you like me to remove?" 'This one. She pointed at the belt round her waist. The long wear had given her some nasty red stripes on her skin where its tightness had worked its way into her body." She was clever enough not to ask him to take any of the other things off. A deal was a deal. He grabbed a spanner from the panel on the wall. A massive, flat iron rod, with an oval hole fitting exactly over the smooth bolt holding the belt together around her waist. A minute later it fell noisily to the ground. "Please don't reuse it?" She said and gave him a very serious look as she rubbed her waist and pulled the 'dress' down again. Tying the rope around her now free waistline. "I won't. I'll hammer it flat in a minute and put it a special place, when I have all of your restraints. I have a plan for them -- but you'll see later." So now she knew where he kept the spanner and what it looked like -- but a deal was a deal -- and he had been kinder to her than anybody else for a long time. Besides she liked the little game, they were playing this way. She had no intentions of going anywhere, so she might as well play along. In the evening, the dog licked her waist as they were settling in the bed. Just as if it too was doing its part in liberating her. That evening, she waited till she could hear him snoring, then stepped out of bed and sneaked down the hall. Silently on her bare feet. She quietly slipped into his room, and for once the moon sent a ray of white light through the window and on to the sleeping figure in the middle of the big bed. She smiled as she stood at the end of the bed watching the covers move up and down in sync with the snoring noises he made. She silently sneaked up on the end of the bed, lifted the cover and looked at his feet. Bending down, she closed her lips round the big toe on his left foot. Sucking gently and letting her tongue play with the top inside her mouth· He tasted faintly of the smells from the blacksmith, where he spent most of his time. He still snored, but his snoring had taken on a lighter tone. Releasing his toe, she continued with the toe next to it -- and then the next -- ending with the little toe. He had now stopped snoring, but she did not know if he was awake. Continuing up the leg, she made her way -- pushing the blanket up as she went along. Kissing and licking his leg -- and pushing it away from the other leg to make room for her body. She moved past his crotch and along his side -- reaching his hairy chest, where she moved her body in over him. Then she closed her lips over his left nipple, and sucked -- first very gentle then more and more. Using her teeth to let the stiffening nip slide back and forth as she licked the tip. He was now quite awake, and she felt his breathing increase in speed. Her fingers found the other nip -- and began massaging it. Pressing, turning and pulling. He moved his hands -- and she stopped for a minute and looked up as she grabbed his wrists and pushed them down against the blanket. "Shyyyy...Lie still!" He obeyed and went slack under her grip. Moving up to his head, she began by kissing his neck, moved to the ear -- and then ending by pushing her tongue inside his mouth. Letting him suck on it as she moved it in and out. After a short while, she could feel his erection against the side of her body. She moved even further in over him. When she was lying right above him, she released herself from his mouth, used her hands to sit up, and found the tip of his erect penis with her wet opening. She made a few small movements -- and moaned as the pleasure began rising inside her. Got the tip of his head inside her, and used her hands to sit up. In the faint light, she sat upright with her legs on each side of his body, her hands on his chest. Then she lowered herself very, very slowly -- and felt him impale her. He gave a few grunting noises in the dark. As she felt his point touch her cervix, his pubes resting on her clit and his balls against the skin under her opening, she sat very still for a moment. Then contracted her muscles -- massaging the rod inside her. He now moaned loudly, and she felt her body shiver slightly with each contraction. After a while - as pleasure rose in both of them -- she began moving her hips, feeling him follow her movements inside her. At first very slowly -- then faster and faster. They both panted and his hands found her breasts, cupping them and his thumbs sliding over the hard nips. She moved up slightly and let herself fall down on him again. Then moved up a little further -- as she held her lips tightly closed. As her movements up and down became faster and bigger, she began having little red spots dancing before her eyes. He moved with her -- and the

bed creaked and complained to the increasing violent movement. They came in sync -- and both cried out their pleasure. Him as he blew his load deep inside her. She as she felt the burning semen fill her. She rode him like a wild horse for a long time -- as their common orgasm slowly receded. Then she collapsed on his chest -- and they lay there silently as their breathing and heartbeat slowly returned to normal. When he eventually fell out of her, she climbed down from the bed, and tip- toed out as silently as she had come. The next morning, she had breakfast ready for him -- as usual -- and none of them mentioned the nights events with a word. It became a kind of a ritual. They never touched, kissed or caressed, except every full moon when she had been liberated from yet another of her steel rings. Then she would sneak into his room and fuck him senseless the whole night through -- Something for something. He seemed to be in a constant state of depression. He did not do much on their love-nights. Usually he would just lie there and enjoy whatever she wanted to do to him. He did let her explore and experiment with every inch of his body, and grunted his ecstasy out in the darkness of the room, but he never took any initiative or told her whether this or that was better or more preferred by him than something else. She had found a book under his bed one day, when cleaning. It contained pictures. Most of them in the wrong colours. Faded and yellow-reddish. In some of them she could see him in a much younger edition. Sometimes wearing a blue overall dress, sometimes in bathing trunks, and sometimes really elegantly dressed. He did not have his wild hair and beard then, but it was still him. There were also pictures of other people, a woman kept appearing, and some children. She wondered if it was his family. One day in the winter, she surprised him in the room. She was coming in there to wash the floor. Bucket in one hand and broom in the other. She thought he was down in the workshop, but he was sitting on the bed with his back at her, and she could see from the small shivers his shoulders made that he was crying. He had the book in his hands. The edge was just visible on one side of his big body. Silently she closed the door and then went to clean her own room and the hallway. In the evening he did not say much, and went to bed early. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter nine** **An unexpected death...** For a very long time, she constantly feared her captors showing up again. Every time Curly called the alert, she felt that chill down her spine as she crept in under the house, but it was always locals trading tools for goods, having things repaired -- or the odd other slave trader group. All of them sounding as nasty as the group that had caught her -- but fortunately it was not them. A few times, she moved to the side of her hiding place under the house. She had found a went or a hole going all the way through the foundation. She had cleared it of dirt and debris -- and it gave her a limited view of the outside. The traders coming by were either outbound, and thus had no captives -- or inbound and had a number of women -- and men in the all too familiar chain behind their wagon. She felt sorry for all of them, and knew by experience how dreadful it was to be driven along all day in chains -- and then abused and tormented in the evening. She also knew that their prisoners only future was to be brought to some kind of market, and sold off as common livestock. She never saw anybody in less chains than the ones she had been in -- and they all bore the marks of the whips. Apparently, a favourite tool among these bandits. All the trader bands had dogs -- different kinds of dogs -- but al scrawny and big and nasty looking. She was grateful that the blacksmith regularly distributed his favourite 'Alun' along the house thus making it impossible for any dog to smell her. A few times some of the dogs came pretty close to her hiding place -- and she retreated as far back inside as possible -- but they never sniffed her out. The owners probably thought their dogs had found some garbage or something edible on the ground, because as far as she could hear, nobody questioned why the dogs where sniffing around the base of the house. Visitors were almost always invited into the kitchen, which was right on top of her hiding place. Therefore, she was in an excellent position to listen in on the conversation. Most often it was news about the local neighbourhood, or from the towns around -- and then some negotiations about the repair they wanted done, or the stuff the wanted from the Smith. One time -- as negotiations with some slave traders were taking place in the kitchen above her, she had inched to the 'window' she had to the outside. Clearly in her view was 3 women and one man, standing in the chain behind the wagon. As she watched, two of the men outside released a very young, frightened looking woman from the chain-line. She did not have as many whip-marks as the rest of them -- and her skin was clearly not as dirty and grimy as the others. Another man pushed a large vat off the side of the van, jumped down and arranged the vat upright and steady on the ground beside the wagon. The girl tried to resist, but in her chained state it did not take long before they had bend her forward over the barrel/vat -- and tied her firmly to it. The top of her body sticking out on one side of the barrel and the underside of her breasts resting against the edge. There were 4 men outside -- and two in the kitchen. One man kept an eye on the rest of the captives, while the three others 'handled' the girl -- she had absolutely no chance of doing anything to prevent being bend over the barrel. A few minutes later, they had tied a thick wooden stick above her knees -- keeping them apart. One used the spanner to release the ankle chain from one foot -- and then another stick spread her feet as they tied it to her ankles. She was too far away in her hiding place to hear the girls muffled cries and protests behind the usual wooden ball and iron guard in her mouth. They stood for a few minutes -- admiring their work. She could hear the Smith and the two traders above negotiating. Then two of the men outside took up positions on each side of the poor girl, and started to let their bullwhips 'dance' on her bottom and the back of her legs. All she could see was the girl wringing in the tight ropes and her head going from side to side -- as the pain from the whips spread through her body. She closed her eyes -- and was almost on the way back to her original place under the kitchen. But for some reason she stayed -- closing her eyes, but not being able not to open them briefly once in for short while and see the poor woman being whipped. They kept on till she had blue, black and red stripes on most of her behind and the back of her legs. Maybe they also thought it less fun, now that she just hung slack in the ropes as the whip hit her -- she seemed more or less unconscious. When the first of the men dropped his trousers baring an erect penis sticking straight out in the air -- and grabbing the woman's hips, she turned away. She knew what was coming... She felt the tears run silently down her cheeks as she crept into the furthest corner of the space under the house. She did not know how much time passed, but finally she heard the scrambling of chairs and boots over the floor - and then silence. She knew they had come to some sort of arrangement above her, and now the Smith took the two men to the workshops to give them what they had bargained for. She waited for a while longer, then heard the whips, dogs and the wagon begin to make noises as it started moving. She looked out of her 'window' and saw the girl from before -- now at the end of the line. Her face streaked with tears, and the clear signs of semen between her legs and on her face and chin. She staggered on in a daze, looking like she was going to fall over any minute, but being urged along with the man on the horse at the end of the caravan -- with more bullwhipping. It took a while before she came out of her hole. Then went into the kitchen and found fresh meat, dried meat, cheese, bottles of juice and wine and other useful things on the table. Crying she put the things in the cupboards and larder. When the Smith came in as she as almost finished, she fell into his arms and cried uncontrollably. He held her for a long while. "I know. I know. This food and stuff are paid for with blood - and if I knew another way, I would not do this, but we have to live...." Sobbing she looked up and realized that he spoke the truth. It was their way of surviving -- on the backs of women like the one she had just seen being abused and whipped outside. The next time, she came into the workshop, there was a very wide, empty space on the wall. Between the remaining cuffs, collars, chains and other grim restraints. As he freed her of more and more of her iron restraints, the pile in the corner of the workshop grew. She always gave the pile a second look when she came into the workshop -- and always felt the cold shiver down her spine. A few times she had asked him, why he left them there and did not redo them into something useful, he just looked secretive and told her, he had 'plans' for them. Since they got more and more rusty, she was sure these plans did not include her ever wearing them again. Inevitable her captors came back one day. She had taken to her usual shelter under the house -- in good time at Curly's usual alarm -- and was settling in. She almost felt at home there by now. She had arranged a few sacks and blankets, and done some cleaning, as she did not want the dust to make her sneeze and give her away in the middle of something going on in the kitchen above. She heard the cart and the horses a good while in advance. Loud singing by drunken voices accompanied their approach, and soon she heard the noise above her in the kitchen. She heard the clinking of glasses. The Smith had apparently opened a bottle of some alcoholic stuff, and was pouring. Then she heard the voice, and went cold. It was the leader of her captors. She would recognize his hoarse voice anywhere. As she heard the crazy dogs roam around outside, she was grateful for the 'alum' or 'alun' that protected her. Curly never went near the stuff, so she always knew what areas had been sprinkled. It made her feel safe. "It's been a long time. What have you been up to then?" The smith asked. "Well. Business has not been so good around here, so we have had to seek our bread to the north, but now it seems to be picking up again. Since our way falls near your place, we thought we might re-supply with some of your excellent metalwork. By the way, did you ever see anything of our lost beauty?" "Ah. So, it was she. I gathered as much. Wait a minute". She heard him trample out, and the leader and his companion sat silently. She could just hear them drink and pour. Minutes later he came back and made a tremendous rattle as he threw something on the floor: "Yours, then?" There was a short pause. "Yes. That could well be what she was wearing. Where did you find it?" "I found a corpse in the forest over there about a week after you had gone. It was rather decayed, and the animals had gotten to it, but it wore these. The body was half-way down a deserted foxhole." "Alas. What a sad ending for such a valuable item!" "I assumed it was the one you were looking for, even though it was hard to see if it had been a woman or a man by the state the remains were in. I took these off the body and gave the rest a decent burial out back. You can come out and have a look, if you like?" "No thank you. I am not the one for reverencing the dead. She's gone and that's it. Sad." She was sure he was thinking of her value as a trading commodity more than her life as a person. She realized how much she despised the nasty slave trader. "Well; now we are talking about re-supplying you, these are a very badly made, as you can see from the rusty remains. Where did you get those?" Another short pause as glasses again clinked on the table. "Expenses, expenses, my friend. When we deliver the markets often keep the steel -- and often it goes with the new owner. I suppose it keeps costs down for the markets. We also have to keep out costs down -- as everybody else. You produce an excellent quality, but you also drive a hard bargain. Our stock doesn't need to arrive in luxury." " But they do need to arrive in a good condition. Look here, the edges have not even been smoothened. Equipment like this is bound to damage the skin, even after a short time -- and that means less money for you and less slaves arriving in prime condition -- and another thing: Having known you for so long, I am sure you get paid in full for whatever your stock is being sold equipped with." The leader sounded slightly irritated: "I know, I know. I suppose you are right. So, let's have a look at your 'excellent' stuff." The last he said with a growl in his voice. "We need ten complete sets, some loose chains and a few weight systems - the last ones fell in such a good taste with a buyer at the market that he not only took the cargo, but also all our iron." They made a lot of noise as they trampled out. She took the opportunity to look out her 'window', and saw the familiar wagon, but no captives. They were outbound as she had overheard them say. Even though the small, low room was warm, an icy feeling crept over her body. She thought that in a short while they would have another row of defenceless people in a chain behind it. Fortunately, the dog was wandering off seemingly without purpose around the wagon. The powder had done its magic, and the little sense of smell it might have, were gone for now. She waited and saw the leader and his partner come out of the workshop. Heavily loaded with iron artefacts, throw them in the back of the wagon, mount their horses and then disappear down the road. After the usual long wait, he moved the board and the stone from the hole and called her out. "So that was your plan: To have me killed?" He chuckled his now familiar deep laugh. "I'm sorry. I thought it was pretty good. Now they will not look for you anymore. Otherwise they would be on the lookout for you, and they would probably have spread the word among their equals. If nothing else then the loss of face would have spread. Now he can think up some lie about you being dead, so it is not he that has been a fool and lost you. How does that idea suit you?" "Fine. I just would have liked if you had asked me or told me in advance." "Yes, but how does one tell a person, that one has just killed them?" They both laughed. "Come. I'll take you over to your grave, then you can put a few flowers on it, and tonight we will celebrate your demise.' In the evening he put a load of firewood on the stove in the sweat hut at the back of the garden. When the temperature was high enough, he invited her inside, and showed her how the dry heat made the body sweat out all the impurities. He also showed her how to lightly whip each other with small branches, and then afterwards one smelled like a thing from the forest. She could not remember having felt this clean -- ever. He explained that it was a perfect cure for a lot of simple deceases like the common cold, flu and different fever conditions. The heat simply killed the bad stuff. He told her that he had used to be totally devoted to this form of cleaning and thus had a health like no one else. She listened and learned. At night she sneaked into his room, and had the sensation of feeling his body without the layer of grit and dirt -- even the hard skin on his hands seemed to have softened, when he touched her. The last full moon came. She now only had the heavy collar round her neck, and it had become a 'habit' as she hardly noticed it anymore. At one point she had had to use a cloth as a scarf between the collar and her neck, as she was getting red and sore where the collar rested on her skin and bones. Later her skin had apparently developed some hardness and resistance to the iron scraping against it. She had left the collar to the end, as the cuffs had been in her way when she worked. The cuffs had rusted from her constant washing and cleaning, they had become increasingly irritating to wear -- and she was happy now she only had the collar to go. That day she spent down by the river -- at her little pond. Trying to bring some old rags back to life. She had found a couple of big trunks in the attic. They contained a lot of usable stuff. Mostly material and clothing. A lot of the clothing had been moth-eaten -- and feel apart when she took it out, but sorting through the contents, she found that on the bottom of the trunks, the moths had not yet gotten to the material, and it was strong and useful. She had been working on the contents of the trunks for some days, and among other things found a long, yellow dress. Slightly faded, but almost her size. A little too long and a little too wide, but she had tried it on, and with her rope belt, she could move enough material up from the hem to leave the ground. She had felt she looked a little 'puffy', but otherwise was very satisfied with it. Now it hung between two trees beside the pond as she did not want the Blacksmith to see it -- yet. It was one of the few days, when the sun almost shone through the hazy, so the stuff dried quickly. When evening came and she went back and prepared dinner, she had the dress in a bundle under her arm. The blacksmith was usually a man of few words -- but this evening he was unusually quiet. Any attempt she made to make conversation, were met with a grunt or a one- syllable word. When they rose from dinner, he said: "Well. This is it. I'll be waiting for you outside." They both knew what he meant, and he was out of the door before she could reply. Outside -- in the hazy last rays of the evening sun, he was waiting for her beside a block of wood. Without any words, she dumped down on the wood, gathered her hair and held it over her head with one hand. It took a while and he moaned and groaned as he worked. The connection bolt and its surroundings had rusted together, so he had to hold the collar with one huge pair of pliers and use a lot of force on the other. He was very careful and apart from his moans and groans as he worked, she hardly felt him working on it. Suddenly it was off. He threw it on the ground, and she felt like she had been relieved of a ton of weight and a sudden rush of fresh air came to her neck. She put her hands around it for the first time in months and felt the skin. "Thank you," she just said. "You're welcome. Now go, I have something I have to finish before going to bed." She thought of saying something, but gave up as he had clammed shut all evening till now. She sensed his eyes in her back as she walked back in the house, but when she was in the kitchen again and looked out, he had disappeared -- and she heard hammering noises from the workshop. For some reason she thought they sounded louder than usual. She sneaked upstairs when she had cleared the kitchen, found some wax candles someone had used for payment for having a tooth extracted, and did her best to make his bedroom romantic. She had picked some heavily smelling flowers earlier in the day, and placed them in the otherwise discarded pots and pans here and there. The candles in the windowsill, and freshly washed curtains and bed sheets. She knew he never came to his bedroom during the day, so she had spent the morning doing a proper all-over cleaning and washing. Now she just needed to move the flowers from her room to his, place and light the candles, put a match to the already arranged wood in the open fireplace - and she was done. At last she put the yellow dress on -- and combed her hair in front of a misty mirror in the hallway. Then she sneaked into his room and sat down on the bed -- waiting. Curly quickly settled in the heat from the fireplace -- and seemed to go into his usual deep sleep. His ears moving now and then -- he was always on the alert -- even when sleeping. She listened to his heavy steps coming up the stairs and down the hallway. Then the door creaked as he opened it. For a very long time, they looked at each other. She began to think that this was a mistake. She could not interpret his reaction. Finally, he spoke -- in a low hoarse voice, she hardly recognized: "You are very beautiful, Princess." Another long pause as the fire crackled. "Thank you." She looked down at the floor and blushed. "Will you leave now?" She realized that it was what had been on his mind the whole day. The removal of the last restraint and the end of their agreement. She gave him her best smile.. "Not if you will let me stay?" "Of course. I was afraid that now our arrangement has expired and you are free, you would be on your way." She stepped quietly closer -- and he shut the door behind him. "I am safe here. You are the kindest man -- apart from you-know-what in your workshop -- and I feel happy here," She came closer: "I just want to ask one thing of you?" His face grew pale and his eyes flickered for a second. "What is that?" She put her hands around him and looked up in his face: "That you take me like a real man and a real woman. Just tonight?" She had always been the one with the initiative, and he had quietly and passively let her enjoy his body and bring him up and down on the rollercoaster of sensuality. Now he smiled, lifted her up and carried her to the bed, where he put her down very careful. Slowly, he crept up on the bed beside her, and put his hand over her waist. She turned towards him and looked him in the eyes. There was an awkward pause, then she took his hand and moved it up to her breast. She could feel him cupping the breast, and her nipple pressing against the soft material of the dress. He moved his thumb up and found the nip under the material -- let it glide round the nip a few times -- very gently. She used her other hand to undo the know of her rope belt, then snaked her way out of the dress and pressed her naked body against him. He got up with a start, stood beside the bed, and with an amazing quickness -- let all his clothing drop to the floor. She smiled at his muscular body, with the many scars from sparks and glowing embers from the workshop. In the flickering light of the candles and fireplace, he looked younger and his rough body smoother. He crept back on the bed and wriggled his way close to her. They lay face to face -- her one leg over his body. She let her hand slide through his hair and end on the back of his neck -- playing with the soft curly hair there. He put a hand on her hip. Slowly -- very slowly they began exploring each other's bodies. At first, she felt him be insecure and out of training, but after he had been over most of her with his hands, he seemed to release himself, and began kissing her -- all over. She returned his kisses by getting her mouth and hands on everything she could reach. She felt his manhood rise against her skin, and tried to move down to use her mouth as usual, but his strong hands held her back -- and he went down on her -- spreading her legs and using his lips and tongue on her very sensitive labia -- and clit.....sucking, kissing and licking. When he finally moved back up, she felt him slide slowly inside -- in one ecstatic, slow motion. She moaned, and grabbed him with all she had -- swinging her legs over his body as he turned them so he was on top. He could still contort himself down, so while his member stayed still inside her, he managed to get his mouth over one of her nips. She clearly felt his pubes resting on her clit -- and his balls on the soft skin under her opening. Slowly he moved out, still holding her nip capture in his mouth. Then -- as he slid all the way in again -- she gasped and forced his head up. Holding it with both hands -- and kissing him. Mimicking his movements in her vagina with her tongue going in and out of his mouth. They slowly -- and in sync -- increased the speed and force. Until they both screamed their orgasms out in the room. It was so loud and powerful that the dog jumped up on the bed and started growling. "No, no Curly", she whispered and stroked the dog with her sweaty hand. "He is not hurting me -- on the contrary." They both laughed. It was the first time she had heard him laugh freely. The dog went back to the warm spot by the fireplace and they returned to their ecstasy. They kept going till the grey daylight crept into the room. Then they went down to the sweat hut, started a good fire, and went back for one more ecstatic ride -- before returning to the now hot hut, and using a few hours to clean up. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter ten** **Disaster...** The next days were like a holiday. They each took care of their own business, and met in his room at night and spend hours enjoying each other. Always finding new ways to please each other -- and always being content and tired in the mornings. She was light headed in more ways than one. All her restraints had gone -- and she was very happy with her life. He tried to teach her his trade. Every afternoon he would come and get her -- no matter if she was house cleaning, washing by the pond, or doing other chores. He would insist on bringing her over to the workshop. In the beginning he changed between shaking his head and laughing at her lack of power to use the hammer, and the awkward ways, she used the pliers and heated the iron. She had to try again and again -- with no good results -- and she heard him hammering her weird creations into something useful, when he released her after the days 'lesson' and she could return to her household duties. The day came, when she had made her first usable object: A small hunting arrow point. Not perfect, but quite useable -- and he praised her for being so stubborn that she finally achieved something useful - and kissed her sweaty forehead. He taught her to use smaller strokes with the heavy hammer -- but much faster than he did -- and she learned to use the foot-operated blower to get the coal exactly the right colour and heat. She made smaller things, like pins, arrowheads, nails, knifes and metal pegs. One day, when a farmer had left a wagon, he taught her how to make a new iron band for the wheel and how to fit it on. Making it just that trifle smaller than the outer diameter of the wheel, heating the ring so it expanded, and then hammering it in place -- and cooling it for a perfect fit. She did have trouble -- always -- with the horseshoes. Often, they were either crooked, too wide or too narrow in the curve. She practiced and practiced -- and he let her -- patiently turning them into useable shoes, when she left the workshop. One day he was finally satisfied also with that part of her skills. He had her make a knife for herself -- found an excellent piece of metal, helped her in bending it over and hammering it out -- again and again -- until it was multi-layered -- and hardened enough. He also helped her with the initial sharpening -- on the foot driven, rotating stone. In the evening she wound a piece of good leather round the handle -- and sewed a little scabbard to hold it. It was sharper than anything she had in her kitchen -- and she was very happy about it. It would not help her if she was attacked by more than one person -- but it gave her the confidence of not being totally defenceless _ and she knew she would be able to cause a lot of damage to anyone getting near her without her consent. Best as everything was fine, and she felt happy and secure in her little world, tragedy hit. A rowdy gang had come to the house. At first, she thought it being a usual gang of slave traders, and as she was under the house, she saw the wagon and the horses and dogs. Upstairs -- just above her, there were trampling and loud voices. Drunken voices. Suddenly she heard gunshots, and smelled the cordite seeping through the cracks in the floor. She though she heard Curly give a yelp, but was not sure. Then more trampling of boots and furniture being upturned and smashed. Finally, a noise like thunder on the floor as something heavy fell. She opened her eyes and looked up through one of the cracks. She froze. What she saw was part of the blacksmith's head. An eye right in the centre of the crack -- seemingly staring down at her in the darkness below. She heard something like scratching on the floorboards. First distinctly, then gradually more and more week. Till it stopped. As she kept staring at the eye, it slowly became more and more glazed -- until she was sure there was no movement in it -- no life left. From further down the crack, thick blood dripped down on her legs. The boots and loud voices continued through the house. She heard things being smashed -- and guns going off all over the place as she sat -- frozen in her hideout. She hoped they would not set fire to the house -- so she would be caught down here After a while they continued outside -- sometimes she could see them through her 'window', but all the time she could hear them smashing things and shooting -- and talking loudly in a dialect, she did not quite understand -- or maybe her brain had switched off. She saw them drag all they could carry from the Workshop -- mostly restraints and chains. And listened for a long time, as they moved away down the road. She sat still and waited -- long after the noise had died down. Tears slowly running down her cheeks. It was almost dark, when she ventured out of her hole. The area in front of the house was full of debris: smashed pieces of furniture thrown out of the broken windows, household utensils and torn curtains and clothes. Shaking and feeling her heartbeat hammering inside her head, she ventured into the house. Everywhere it was the same: The bits and pieces of their small, organized life lay smashed and shattered. Bullet holes in the walls and a stink of cordite still hung in the air. In front of the house she found Curly. His little body full of blood and holes. She walked inside again in a trance. The blacksmith was lying exactly where she knew he would be. He was in a pool of blood and already cold and pale. She turned him on his back, and found that it was he that had made the scratching noises, she had heard under the floor. In some blood almost underneath him, his hand lay limp at the end of a more and more indistinguishable writing. It took her a while to read what it said in the blood, but eventually she managed to get: 'Under the fire....' She sat for a while. Thinking about what could have been so important that he had spent his last minutes writing it -- and what it might mean. She sat and cried until it was dark, then got up. Found a fairly clean and undamaged blanket. Walked to the edge of the grounds -- and found a place with some heavy bushes. She climbed in, rolled herself in the blanket and cried herself to sleep. When she woke, the birds were singing -- but it was the usual grey and cloudy day. It took her a few minutes to realize where she was and what had happened. She had not dared to spend the night in the house. Afraid the raiders or someone else might come by, and without her guardian dog, she would have had no way of being warned in advance. She did not eat or wash, but went to one of the sheds and worked her way through the chaos until she found an intact shovel and a spade. She spent until noon digging a grave on the small mound outside the house. A nice place, where they had often been sitting at the end of the day. Looking down at the stream. She found another fairly undamaged blanket. Rolled the blacksmith into it and dragged him to the grave. It was hard work. She gently lifted the remains of Curly up, placed him beside the Smith. Then stood a little while before shovelling the dirt back in the hole -- covering them. She found a little stale bread and an undamaged bottle of her homemade berry juice in the larder. Sat on the porch and slowly ate and drank. He had made one last note -- for her. The only fire, she could think of he would mention would be the one in the workshop, so she went there. Climbed over the debris and had a look at it. For a while she let her fingers seek the surface and the bricks it was made from. Then she thought she found a small crack almost at ground level. Searching again, she found a flat, long piece of iron and managed to get it into the crack. After more work, a brick fell out and there was a small, dark cavity behind it. Letting her hand follow the sides of the cavity, she found a small, metal box. It contained a few pieces of jewellery and some small nuggets of gold. Not a fortune, but enough to trade for food and necessities. She sent him a grateful thought. She went aimlessly around the place for a few days. Stunned by the grief and not being able to think clearly. Every night she slept under the bushes, and during the day she sat or walked around without doing much. One the fourth day. Just before nightfall, she packed some food in a small, leather bag. A few pieces of rope. The gold and jewellery and Curly's old collar. She checked that her knife was in the safe, hidden pocket inside her canvas 'dress'. Then she set fire to the place. Carefully went around and made sure everything would burn. Made little fires inside the sweat hut, the workshop, all the little outhouses - and then a big bonfire in the middle room in the house. She made sure the whole place was blazing and stood in the increasing darkness at the edge of the grounds watching the fire take hold, the still intact windows smashing and tiles falling down. Then she turned and walked into the forest. She wanted nothing of it to remain. No one should take over the place she had had such a happy time with Curly and the Blacksmith. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter eleven** **Meeting a friend...** During the many days, she had been traveling - without any purpose -- she had met slave traders many times. Often, she had spotted -- and heard -- them from afar, and gone into hiding, but the ones she had just encountered, was the closest, she had been to any of them -- and the experience made her run as fast as she could as soon as she was out of hearing distance from their camp. She only stopped by a big old beech tree -- and puked most of the milk from the cows up. How could she have thought that the fire, she had seen through the trees was anything but a threat? Dizzy, she ran on in the night. Finally, she felt safe and far enough away. She found a tree that had been upturned by a storm -- and settled in the hollow between the roots and the ground. "Calm now", she thought. "This won't do. Must be more careful." She did not dare think what would have happened, if she had just walked into their camp. Her night-vision was perfect now. She bent down and examined her legs and feet. A lot of small scratches from the undergrowth, but nothing serious. She sat absolutely still for a long time -- listening. All seemed quiet in the night. She looked up. Dawn would come soon; she would have to find a safe place to hide during the day, but not yet. She could still manage to get even further away from the brutes before daylight. She looked up and strained her eyes -- trying to figure out, where the moon was hiding behind the clouds. The slightly lighter sky gave it away. She watched it for a while. Determining which way, it was moving -- then decided a direction -- away from the slave traders camp. Then she started out again -- at a fairly brisk walking pace. In the beginning she had to rely on not stepping on something accidentally as usual on her nightly walks, but soon - much too soon for her liking -- she could see the path in front of her. The forest was also thinning, and the distance between the trees were greater -- as well as the undergrowth became increasingly difficult to walk in. She stopped and did a search in a circle around the spot, she had chosen. Only a few paces away, the forest ended -- or at least there was a larger clearing. There were piles of dead branches and bushes and upturned trees. Most of it having a colour much resembling her own dirty looks. She liked being hidden, but with a view. This place was almost ideal. She cut a few dead brushes with her knife, cleared a spot on the ground, lay down and pulled the brushes over her. If there were no dogs, no one could see her here, but she could just lift her head and look down on the field in front of her. The place not unlike the one she had spent last night in. As

soon as her head hit the ground, she fell into a dreamless sleep. A squeaking sound in her ear, made her open her eyes. It was coming from way down the field in front of her. There was no sun, just a grey light as usual. It felt very damp and uncomfortable, but at least it was not raining. She calculated it to be around noon or maybe early afternoon. She lifted her head and strained her eyes. Down at the end of the field was a dirt road. Why had she not noticed before? It was more a dirt track than an actual road, but it looked used -- and used recently. She saw the cause of the sound: A wagon drawn by an ox that looked like it was going to collapse. Trailing it was a rag-tag group of men and women -- all wearing variations on the same greyish-dirty dress or cape. 'Religious', she thought. She knew of these bands from the blacksmith. They had come by now and again, but the Smith had usually shown them away. Although if they had money or goods to trade, he would repair their wagons and tools -- but he never allowed them to stay overnight on the grounds. He had used to say that they were 'Waiting for doomsday and appealing to some higher force to save them.' They were usually a mix of obvious insane people and just as obvious sick people. Some seeking the last chance to survive their illnesses. The Smith had always said to her afterwards: 'They don't realize that Doomsday has come and gone -- and we are the scraps that neither God nor the Devil wants!' The group moved closer along the track and she could see that the last of them were definitely ill. Some had boils on all parts of their bodies one could see, some looked like they had been too long in the sun or had been burned by something. A few were blind and held on to the person in front. These stragglers had problems following the wagon, even though the old ox in front moved almost in slow motion. On top of the wagon was a 'home made' figure of some kind, probably their local, friendly deity, and right beside that a well-nourished, fat man guiding the ox. Quite obviously their well-fed leader. She waited for the whole thing to pass out of sight and the sound disappearing in the distance before lying down again. The next time she woke, it was by a similar noise on the road. Again, she looked out, but this time it was the Slave Traders from last night. 'Good, they did not have dogs,' she thought. She looked as they passed by in the well-known formation: In front the leader on horseback, after him the supply wagon, then the chain with the girls and finally a few of the men. On horseback and with whips urging the girls along. The other men rode on each side of the road. The last of the girls was the one, she had seen being brought in last night. She recognized her by the many marks from the bullwhip, and the fact that she was the only one having her hands locked on the back, the others had theirs in front. As he unfortunate girl was last in line, she was the one getting the majority of the 'encouraging' whiplashes from the man behind her. They passed in a considerably faster pace than the previous group. She wondered what would happen, if they caught up with the first group. Probably they would go in a wide circle around them not to be infected with something. After all their female catch needed to be brought wherever they had to go in relatively good and decease-free condition. Otherwise their value would be next to nothing. So much she had learned. Maybe they would gun down the religious group -- or maybe not. There would be no point in gunning them down seen from the trader's point of view, but one never knew. As she knew so well, things did not need to have a point or a reason with those people... Again, she waited till they were well gone, and then went back to sleep, after having decided it was late afternoon. Nothing more happened for the rest of the day. She slept peacefully under her bushes. She woke up by herself when the grey misery of the day turned into the slowly descending darkness. As usual she remained still for a while. Listening and watching. When she was absolutely certain nothing was moving, she got up slowly. She was hungry. Where should she go tonight? She did not want to go back over the terrain, she had covered. Nothing there of interest. But if she went forward, she risked running in to the slave caravan again. She had to take a different route. After all, she did not know where she was going. Maybe to one of the contaminated areas? If she could find one of those. The ones with a fence around, she might be able to live inside the fence, and she might be able to avoid the contamination, but it was all so uncertain. She hoped she would find some friendly people, living in security somewhere, and being able to settle there and live quietly. That would make her happy. Her stomach felt unusually empty. She had to find some food. After a while, she decided to take a route almost directly between going back and going forward. She started into the half dead forest behind her. It was almost dark, and there was yet again no moon. She hoped it would not rain. Most of the night passed without any episodes. A few times, she was startled by animals in the undergrowth, but nothing alarming. Once she scared a sleeping bird. It chirped so loud that her heart went all the way up in her throat. She stood like a statue while her heartbeat slowly returned to normal. When it became light enough for her to see where she put her feet, she started looking for a place to sleep. It had been forest terrain all day. A lot of it was dead wood, but a few of the larger trees seemed to be in good condition, and the grass and bushes seemed to be flourishing. She had had to step very carefully to avoid all the branches and twigs on the ground. She came upon a clearing and stood in the shadow just at the edge of the bushes and looked in. In the middle there was a small house. 'Like the witch house from Hansel and Gretchen', she thought. Except this house was not made of pancakes, but of crude logs, and the roof had partly collapsed. Burn marks around some of the windows told her that it was burned out and deserted. Very slowly she crept closer. Not a sound was heard. The door was missing, so she stepped carefully in. Apart from the blackening and soot, it looked almost inhabited. Like the persons living there had just gone outside a minute ago. There were even plates on the table, but the dried- out substance on the bottom of the plates told her that no one had eaten here for a long time. Systematically she began searching the house for anything useful. She had entered the combined living room and kitchen. Someone had obvious been here before. There was no cutlery, and on the floor, the pictures that had been on the wall was lying without their frames. Probably someone had taken them to use for bartering. The chairs and table seemed intact, and the dirty curtains were swaying in the glassless windows. She went in the next room. It had been a bedroom, but was burned totally out. Everything was black and charred. Nothing here of interest. There was only one room left. It even had a working door. She opened it. It was not burned out, but on the floor were an assembly of bones. Human bones. They had been there for quite a while, and some animals had gnawed the bones and disarranged them. She did find two craniums, one of which had a round hole through the forehead. 'Good,' she thought. 'Then they had not died from decease. Hopefully death had come quick and out of some sort of firearm. For both of them.' She closed the door silently behind her. She did not have the strength to give them a decent burial, and decided it was best to leave them as she had found them. She hoped someone would come by and do the decent thing. Until then they were best left together in the room they had lived and died in. Outside again, she had a look at the shed, which was empty of all metal and tools. And the outhouse. It still smelled of the faeces that had been in the dry closet, but again it had been a long time since anybody had used this for its intended purpose. Now it was almost dark. She began to think of retreating. She would not stay the night in the house. It would be a trap for her, if someone came during the night. Better do the usual thing. She felt safer outside. She decided to take one last look. She did not know why, but she lifted the edge of the small carpet under the table. First one corner, then another and on the third corner, she discovered a hatch in the floor. Quickly she pulled the carpet aside and lifted the hatch. There was a ladder going down. If only she had some light. She used her hands and feet to feel her way down. There were shelves! With cans on them! She took some of the cans and put them up on the floor above. After having taken about ten samples, she climbed up and had a look. Some of them were useless, like Shoe polish, detergent, instant coffee and so on, but there were two large tins with fruits on the outside, and a text she could not read. She went back to the shed and let her hands slide over the floor to see if there were any kind of tool, she could use to open the cans. But the only thing she found was a few rusty nails. They would have to do. On her way back, she picked up a hand sized, round rock. Then went inside and started to hammer the nail into the edge of the first tin. Quickly she had made a small hole. Then one in the opposite rim. She put her lips around the hole, and lifted the tin. It tasted like sugar and was the most wonderful feeling she had had for days -- maybe even weeks. She enlarged the hole and punched several other ones. Each time pausing after a blow with the rock -- listening to hear if anybody might have heard her -- but all was quiet. Soon she had made the opening big enough for her to wring the metal aside. Now she could get at the fruits inside. With her fingers she fished up the contents. Most of it broke on the way up, but she wolfed it all down. Finally, she tilted the can and held her mouth under it, making the most of every last drop. Her stomach made funny sounds as its dried-out insides were filled for the first time in days. She tore a curtain down, gathered a few more tins -- as many as she could have in the curtain, tied the thing together, closed the hatch, covered it up again and stepped outside. Her mouth felt sticky from the fruit juice. She licked it clean and kept licking it. No need to draw the attention of too many insects. She walked about a kilometre away from the house before she found a good place under an upset tree stump. Here she camouflaged herself in the usual manner and instantly fell asleep. She had wonderful dreams of huge bowls of fruit that she could swim in and eat and eat and eat. \-- For the next couple of days, she lived under the root, and made the most of what she found in the house. She tore more of the curtains down, and used the rags to wind around the lower parts of her legs, so that she would be protected, when she walked through dense and thorny bushes. She almost emptied the little cellar under the floor and she found two smaller carpets that were almost intact. They came in handy as a lining in her cave. She also took a few boards that she could use as shovels to dig out her den and make it comfortable. Every morning, before she went to sleep, she had a feast with the contents on one of the cans. She never got out in daylight, and she was careful to walk a different way to and from the house every time not to leave too much of a trail. She knew that the danger was someone with a dog. It would find her in no time, but she was confident that she was able to hear them in advance and then run away. On one of her last expeditions to the house, daylight slowly creeping in, she got a surprise. She had waited the usual long time to see and hear if anything was moving, but all was quiet. When she entered the main room, she immediately knew something was different. She looked round without being able to determine what it was. Then she saw what looked like a rag bundle in the corner. She stepped closer and startled as a pair of blue eyes looked at her from the bundle. She kneeled and looked back. This creature certainly did not look threatening. Slowly she stuck out one arm, and pulled a little of the rags aside. It was a young man. Very dirty and very frightened. She spoke slowly and calming as she came closer. He just looked at her with his big eyes, there was no sign in them that he felt comforted, in fact there was no change in them at all. He looked just as frightened. With extremely slow movements, she crept close to him and led her arms slide around him, until she had encased him in her grip. Then she started rocking back and forth. Slowly, very slowly. She hummed a children's song she remembered from long ago -- almost whispered it. After a very long period, the creature had settled enough for her to begin to get him on his feet. She took his arm and led him out of the house and to her hideout. There she hammered open a can of condensed milk, which he grabbed with both hands and greedily drank to the last drop. She wondered if the insides of the can were not totally dry after he had finished with it. She put him to rest on her two carpets and covered them both with branches and greenery. She held him in her arms -- sharing their body warmth - until he had fallen asleep. For the next couple of days, she tried to get him to speak, but he seemed stunned and shocked by something terrible. He just looked at her with his big eyes. She felt he liked it when she held him in her arms and whispered in his ears -- and he definitely liked it when she hummed little pieces of songs, she remembered. He was skinny and scrawny. His rags were non-descript and torn. He smelled dirty. She wondered what kind of event or events had made a psychotic wreck out of this young man. He ate well, and seemed to be physically in good condition although very, very skinny, and his mind seemed absolutely blank. She called him 'Frog' as his thin legs stuck out from under him when he walked. Made him look out of proportion: A round, grey-brown body with a big head on a thin neck, and then these long skinny legs sticking out underneath. She brought him to the little stream nearby, and tried to wash him, but he did not like that very much, she had to contend herself with washing what was sticking out of the rags, as he did not want to take anything off. She undressed as usual and stood with her feet in the icy cold, and slightly muddy water and did a proper cleaning. When she sat down beside him, he slowly put one hand on her breast and for the first time, his mouth seemed to try to articulate something. Weird sounds came out of him, and his eyes got a look like he was carrying all the sorrows of the world. Desperately his mouth opened and closed and she could see that he was really working hard at something, but nothing came of it. After a while he seemed to collapse. Put his head down between his legs -- and when she looked in under him, she could see he was crying. Silently and almost without any tears. She thought it a good sign that he had not used up all his tears yet -- or maybe he was getting back to the world again. The next time they went to sleep, she took his hand and put it in under her dress, so that he could hold her breast. It also gave her some comfort. His warm hand. He put his head on her chest, and she knew he was listening to her heartbeat and breathing. It felt good. The supplies from the house began to finish. She knew it would soon be time to go again, and was thinking of how she could convince him, that they should be moving on. He still did not speak, but he seemed less frozen in his looks and attitude. There was 8-9 tins and cans left, so they had to begin planning what to do. When she woke the next morning, the young man had gone. He had also taken the last of the cans. At first, she was mad, then sad that her 'little frog' had deceived her like that, but on the other hand the times were bad and it was everyone for themselves, and he had only in small glimpses shown that he had any human feelings left in him. Besides he was 'damaged' and she had managed so far -- even without the cans. She just had to take to the road again and see what she could find. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter twelve** **The old woman of the mountain...** She did not bother to look for 'The Frog' -- he was so small and could hide anywhere. Besides she did not know what she would do if she found him. She just proceeded on her own way. She went back to living of what she found: Berries, plants and whatever she could dig up or pluck on her way. If she managed to find some cows in a field, she could suck a little milk from, she felt it like a feast, but most days she went to sleep hungry. She became skinny again. Sometimes she saw a plant or some berries that looked inviting, but if she had not tried this kind before, she did not eat them. Better safe than sorry. Some of it might be poisonous. One day she stumbled over a desolate fruit plantation. She ate her fill of half ripe apples -- and paid the price the next day with a terrible stomach-ache and constantly having to sit and empty her bowels. She began to hate the damp, semi-grey air in the lowlands and longed to see the sun without its hazy shroud. She therefore sought upwards every time she had a chance. As soon there was any sign of stone in the ground, she felt lightness in her heart and step, but for a long time she seemed to be down in the haze. Finally, one day, the road went upwards. Not just like a small hill, but in a constant way. Eagerly she followed the direction leading upwards. After two days, she was so far up, that the air became distinctly clearer and fresher; she even saw the sun a few times. One problem with this was that food was getting scarce. The first night she had stumbled over some wild wheat, that she had spent half a night plucking and peeling and eating. Even though getting food this way was a considerable effort, she loved the taste and smell that reminded her of bread. It also filled her empty stomach in a nice and gradual way. The second night there was nothing and she went to sleep hungry. Then on the third night, the moon was out and suddenly she could see further than she had been able to for long. She heard the sound of running water, and found a small stream with icy cold and fresh water running down the hill. In the pale moonlight she took her dress off and climbed into the ice water. She stayed in as long as she could stand it, and when all her limps felt senseless, she climbed back on the shore. She startled as she saw an old woman sitting beside her clothes. She was wrinkled and had long, grey disorganized hair. Her clothing seemed the same colour as the surrounding rocks. Somewhere deep in the wrinkles a pair of dark -- almost black eyes watched her. Her mouth smiled and was half open -- revealing a few teeth and a lot of gums. "Hihihi. Are you quite clean now? Hihihi. I like someone that takes care of their bodies. Hihihi." Her voice was small and thin -- and her laughter seemed like the sound of the stream next to them. "Who are you?" "Hmmm. Some call me the old woman on the mountain. Some call me Granny". She laughed her tingling, thin laughter again. As she did, her mouth opened enough for 36 to see that there really was not many teeth left. "You're late!" she then said pointing a crooked finger at 36. "Late? What do you mean?" "Are you not the number girl? The girl without name?" "I suppose so, but how do you know?" "I know many things, but take your clothes and get dressed and come with me. You need to get warm and have some food." The woman turned and rocked slowly up the hill. She used two canes to support herself and walked very, very slowly Bewildered she looked after her for a minute, then decided to do as she was told. Quickly she got dressed and followed the path up the hill. She thought: 'First the 'pancake house', now the witch herself!' She smiled. A little up the hill, she could smell the smoke from a wood stove or fireplace, and then she almost stumbled on the cabin. Like the old woman, I seemed the same colour as the surrounding rock. Knocked together with irregular planks -- and stones holding the roof down. She found the door and stepped inside. The old woman pointed at a fur on the floor next to the iron stove, and as she sat down a blanket was thrown over her, and s few seconds later a bowl of hot soup was in front of her. As she wolfed the soup down -- almost burning herself, she could not figure out what was in it, but it had a taste of sweet and sour at the same time. She was also given a piece of warm, fresh baked bread. The old woman watched as she ate. Her tiny eyes blinking in a face so wrinkled that a fly walking across it would break all its legs. 'She looks ok', she thought, and felt at ease. All that is missing is a cat and a few ravens, then she would fit perfectly in a fairy-tale. After she had finished her food, there was a long silence. Only interrupted by the cracking of the firewood in the stove. Then the old woman spoke again: "You can sleep here." She pointed to a bench beside the fireplace. "Then we can talk tomorrow morning." The woman got up and walked to the back of the room, drew a curtain aside and disappeared into what seemed a small extra room. She blew the oil lamp out and collapsed on the bed. For the first time in ages she was under a roof and warm. She fell asleep listening to the crackle of the stove. \-- In the morning the old woman made them porridge. Not the coarse slop, she had had from the slave traders, but a well cooked, smooth porridge. Again, it felt like the most luxurious meal she had ever had. The old woman rocked outside in the pale sunlight and sat down on a small bench against the wall of the house. She used a little water from a pot on the counter to rinse the wooden plates, and went outside. For a long while they sat in the sun, getting warmer and warmer. Then the old woman spokes in her thin, squawking voice -- a long intermission between the sentences: "I have been expecting you as I said last night. I know more than meets the eye -- or maybe I am just crazy. You can stay here for as long as you like. I am old and sick and won't last much longer. I need someone to take care of me, as my limbs and worldly senses are not as good as they used to be. In return I will teach you many useful things for your further travels." She remembered her mother's words: _"Remember to do whatever it takes, but it is a trader's world. Never give something for nothing, but give something for something. Stay alive and come back one day!"_ Then said: "So, the deal is, I do housework and whatever and you teach me some skills and keep me safe here?" "That's about it, my dear. I am old and not wanting for much, so you will find it easy to stay here. Will you?" Without blinking she answered: "Of course." "Right then. That's settled. To keep you safe, we will have to do a few things. Will you get the little box under the bench you have been sleeping on?" Quickly she went inside and found a small, black metal box under her bench. She returned with it. The old woman opened and took out a shining scissor. "I am sorry, but you will have to lose your good looks. Come over her and kneel with your back against me." The old woman started cutting her hair and she saw huge locks fall to the ground. At the same time, she explained: "The best way to be safe is to be unwanted. Now I will give you a very uneven haircut. In the future, you will do it yourself. Never let your hair grow out and look nice. It makes you attractive!" During the morning, they helped each other complete the transformation. At around noon, she was ready, and paraded in front of the old woman: Her hair cut short with partly bald patches, a believable limb on her right leg, her eyes crossed and her head askew, and finally two little pieces of a branches in each cheek, giving her face a puffed look. At the same time, it made her drool all the time and her speech sounded funny. "Now. You are a poor creature -- not in its right mind. Someone I have taken in to take care of. Of course, you will only act the part, when there's strangers around. Keep the little mouth-pieces in your pocket at all times, and when strangers are here, you are welcome to act clumsy as long as you don't smash anything valuable -- and one last thing: You can call me 'Granny' that sounds right". It was a great idea! That same afternoon a man and his son came up the mountain. The boy had fallen on a rock and the wound on his leg was infected. 'Granny' took them inside and cleaned the wound with fresh water, and put a herbal bandage around it. She gave the man a cloth with more herbs to take home and an instruction to change the bandage every day -- and not get the wound dirty. Both the man and the boy looked at her as she hobbled around in outside bringing in firewood and sweeping the yard. On their questions, they got the arranged story from 'Granny' and they seemed to believe it. When they went, they walked in a wide circle around her. "Hihihihi...". Granny laughed her dry, thin laughter and bared her gums. The wrinkles seemed to contract in her face. "They ate it raw. It might even give me more credit. You know a lot of people are superstitious and a little afraid of idiots like you. We made it. How did you like your part?" She laughed as well. "I loved it. It was not hard. I think I can do that from now on." "Just don't fall out of the part, when there's people here". She did not. In fact, she started to use her newfound personality at all times. Just in case someone would sneak in on her. \-- The old woman was the healer of the area. A week later the man and boy came back with a freshly shot hare as payment for the treatment of the boy. On Granny's instructions, she cut it up, hung some to dry outside, salted a bit and used the leftovers for a feast in the evening. She did get a lot of stomach trouble the next day. It was the first meat she had had in ages. When there were no customers, the woman taught her about the herbs and how to heal people. She was also sent on longer expeditions down the mountain (limp, drool and everything) to gather herbs according to precise instructions from Granny. She learned to cook, salt, dry and treat meat and vegetables. Granny never said anything about her previous life. She did not feel it strange as most people she had met never had. Either they did not remember or the memory was so painful that they choose to forget. She almost felt like she was a grandchild and the old woman actually was her 'Granny'. \-- Granny was obviously ill. Every morning she coughed like her lungs would come up, and it took a while before she came rocking out of her room. 36 also noticed some nasty looking round, black spots on her body -- a kind of discolouring of the skin. One evening, when they were sitting in the low light of the oil lamp and the evening's lesson about plants had ended, she pulled herself together and asked her about it. There was silence in the little room for longer than usual, while Granny had a distant look in her small eyes. Then she began to talk -- with a long pause between each sentence, as if she had a hard time remembering or she was censoring her own remarks: "Well, I have not always lived here and been the 'healing woman on the mountain. Once I lived somewhere else. I had a family like everybody else. They are all gone -- forever. I wandered round for a long time. Then I found this place. Deserted. I knew of plants and cures and had a book. The only book I for some reason had kept. Turned out to be quite useful. I must have been in one or more of the wrong places while wandering. At least I became ill, shortly after arriving here. I know what it is -- sort of, and I know it will kill me." Then there was another long intermission. 36 thought that the conversation was over, but then the old woman continued: "You have been like a granddaughter to me. My only and last ambition is to teach you as much as I know. Then something of me will live on. Besides you will do well. You have never asked me to tell you your fortune. I'm glad. Sometimes I believe in what I see, sometimes I think it is just the illness that has taken my last brain cells away." 36 could not help asking: "Will you tell me something about myself?" Again, a long silence: "I'll tell you the obvious: You are a good person. You are also a proud person. I expect you to go far in the world. I also expect you to have lots of trouble on the way. Especially as you are so honest and in a way innocent. People will use you. I am sure you will ask me the big question in a minute. My answer is that I don't know, but I expect that you are sterile as so many other people these days. I hope I am wrong -- I really do." Granny let her head sink slowly and stared at a place on the floor. Now she knew the conversation was over. She went to do the dishes, and prepare for the night. When she turned from the sink, the old woman had gone in to her own room. Amazingly quiet for once. \-- Sometimes some of the'religious' would come by, most of them would call Granny a witch and a Satan -- but when they saw 36 limping and drooling, they stepped aside and seemed a little frightened. Most people were afraid of her. Strangely enough. The majority of the people coming by needed advice or treatment -- or just to have some herbal mixture, that could keep them healthy. She kept her days busy washing, cleaning, cooking and preserving the assorted meat and vegetables people brought as payment for Granny's business. Granny did not want the place to look too good; she wanted it to have a'mysterious' look as she said. It was good for business. \-- One day, she helped the old woman setting an arm right. It was hard work. At first Granny had given the patient a drink. She was a small girl that had been run down by an oxcart and then had her arm straight under the wheel. Fortunately, the ground had been soft, so it was a fairly clean break. If the ground had been hard, the arm would have been crushed and impossible to save. Then Granny would have sent them away to find someone who could amputate, but fortunately it was not so. The drink made the girl unconscious. Then she sent the father outside with a jug of wine, which someone else had paid for something. 36 had to help in strapping the girl to the table and the pull the damaged arm till Granny could move it into its right place again. Then she helped in holding the wooden planks used to keep the arm in place and wind lots of bandages around it. Finally, they were finished. Both sweating in the little, dark room of the hut. They went out to the father. He was rather drunk from the wine. Granny spoke: "Now, you can sleep in the outhouse tonight. Your daughter will stay indoors for the time being. She will develop a fever and we will have to take care of that. If she survives the fever, she will be ok, and her arm will only be a little crooked." The man nodded and went into the shed. For the next couple of days 36 had to stay in her role as imbecile and handicapped. It was hard not to be able to relax at any time. The little girl woke up a few hours into the first night and was in pains. Granny gave her more to drink, which made her fall asleep again. 36 stayed up and wiped the girl's forehead all night. Hoping she would pull through. The next day the fever was bad. The girl seemingly had no pain, but her eyes were all glossy. Even Granny looked like she was losing some of her usual calm. She sat there all day, while 36 slept. In the evening they changed places. Once in a while the father came in and looked worried at his daughter. On the fourth day the fever was letting go. The girl's eyes began looking more alert, and she did not sweat as much as before. Two days later, she was well, but weak. Granny told the man to get a cart or some other means of transport (he had carried her to their door in the first place), and come and take her away. He was away for a full day and night, then came back with a horse cart. He thanked them both and kissed both her and 36 on the cheeks. Then he unloaded a few bales of soft material. A treasure to Granny: Bandages for many months to come. He also gave her some jewellery and a little gold. Granny tried explaining to him that the material was by far enough, but he insisted. Just before he went, she told him to be back in a week with the girl for a bandage change and a check. Then he rode of. She gave Granny a kiss -- and only now noticed that through the whole week, Granny had not coughed once. She was amazed at the willpower of this old woman. In the evening she wanted to talk about the little girl, but conversation went in a different direction than she had expected. "Do you know who the father is?" Granny asked. "No. Should I?" "He is just about the most important man around here. If the girl had died, I am sure he would have killed us. Either by himself or have someone else do it." "So, we were fighting for our lives as much as the little girl?" "Probably," Granny said dryly. "..but now we have a friend for life -- that is if she stays alive for the next month or so." The girl did stay alive; she sat beside her father, when they came riding back the week later. Granny removed the bandages and was pleased with what she saw. She left the wooden supports in place. Wiped most of the arm with a damp, clean cloth soaked in something from her cupboard, and praised the little girl for her bravery. Then she went into interrogation-mode. She wanted to know all about where it hurt, now and during the week, what she felt when Granny pulled and tickled her fingers and so on. This took quite a while. The father stuck his head inside, when he heard the girl laugh, but 36 quickly pushed him outside again. They stood for a while. Then the father looked at her. His eyes narrowing. "I don't know who you are, but you certainly did a good job in saving my daughter. For that I will be ever grateful, and so will she." "Nhank nyou, Nsir!" she said with both her cheeks full of the little woodblocks. She swayed a little back and forth. "I know you are not right in your mind -- but then again. Granny has surprised me before, and I am sure you are not what you pretend to be, and you are not as much an idiot as one thinks." "Wnhy dno nyou snay tnat, Sir?" She began to feel slightly nervous. "I was here for a week, and one night I woke and looked in the cabin. At first, I thought I was looking at a stranger. The woman I saw did not have puffy cheeks and a drool, in fact she was humming and singing soft songs to my daughter as she stroked her forehead with a cloth -- without any shake or anything. I stood there for a while and saw the woman get up and get fresh water from the sink -- and do you know what -- this woman did not limb at all! She was quite nimble on her feet, but I suppose you don't know this woman?" 36 cursed herself in her mind. How could she have made such a mistake? She looked at the father, and saw he smiled at her. "No, Snir. I donn Knowf her." She turned and walked inside, not to reveal her reddening face. When the daughter had been checked, and they were both on the wagon, the daughter leaned down and gave both of them a big kiss. Drool or no drool. The daughter seemed not to care. The father did the same, and as he leaned over 36, he whispered in her ear: "Don't worry. You secret are safe with me. I am forever in debt to you." The he straightened up quickly and drove off. \-- After the immense effort with the little girl, Granny quickly got worse. Already the day after the girl had been to her last check-up and had her wooden supports removed, Granny started her morning cough again. This time worse than ever. Granny did not think she noticed, but the bloody little rags lying here and there told her that the cough was definitely

not getting better. One evening when they sat as usual by the oil lamp. Granny woke with a quick start. For many evenings their conversation, and the lessons in herb medicine had been very short. Granny often sat with her head on her chest and snored quietly, leaving her to her own thoughts. This evening Granny was suddenly awake. She looked at her with a smile in her toothless gums. "You are a good soul," she said, and let her bony hand slide over 36's strange haircut. "You have been the family I lost for the time you have been here. I have thought you all the basics, now it is up to you to explore and learn more. I will be gone soon. I feel the time is coming - quickly. When I am gone, I would like you to try and bury me outside under the cherry tree. Then I can lie every spring and make the tree blossom and be happy in death. I want you to have my herbal book, when I am gone. It will serve you well, as it has me." She knew it would be senseless to speak against the old woman, so she kept still. She just took her old, bony hand in hers and stroked it quietly. After another long silence, she said: "You have also been good to me. I have never had a Granny before, and you are the best." She felt tears coming out her eyes. Now that she had just found a home and a Granny, everything was going to go away again. "Don't cry my little one. I am so terrible old, and nobody lives forever. I am tired and death will come as liberation to me. I don't quite feel up to it anymore. Strange that I of everybody would be here still. It's an unfair world we live in." With these words she fell asleep again, and did not wake until it was time for her to rock into her room. Nothing more was said that evening. \-- Winter came. As usual on the mountain it was blazing cold and storms raged for days on end. They could not go out in the heavy snow storming weather, but stayed indoors and did as little as possible. The snow was a little less dirty here than she remembered it being on her childhood home's mountain, but it was still a long way from white. The winds broke trees and threw small rocks around. It was a hazardous to go outside. \- and the days grew longer and the storms grew worse. Granny often stayed in bed for the whole day. She went around cleaning a little. Reading in the herb book. Memorizing as much as she could, and experimented with the dried herbs from summer. No one came up the mountain in the winter season. They were left to themselves. \-- When the thaw started, the stream became a raging river, and large drops fell from the edge of the roof from morning till night. One morning when she had prepared breakfast, Granny did not cough or come out. After a while she went in to look for her, and found that she was lying peacefully with a smile on her face, but absolutely cold and dead. She could not break ground at this time. Just getting the layer of heavy, wet snow cleared from the cherry tree was too much of a job for her, so she carried and dragged Granny to the room the furthest away, and made sure, the windows were slightly open, but secured against animal intruders. The cold would probably preserve her until she could be buried. \-- A week or so passed, and she went about weeping most of the time. Then one morning she decided that she needed to do something. Resolutely she fought her way to the shed, found a shovel and began working on the snow by the cherry tree. She worked from dawn till dusk -- and then again the next day. Her back was aching and her arms hurting -- and her hands were full of blisters, but after three days, she had cleared enough snow to begin on the ground. Now she changed from shovel to a spade. The ground was surprisingly easy to dig in. The snow had acted as insulation against the cold. So, within a day, she had made a perfect grave. She took a door off its hinges, managed to place Granny on it (she had also found her best clothes and braided her hair in a nice hairdo). It took a lot of energy to push Granny on to the door, and drag the door outside to the grave, but finally she had placed the remains of the old woman on a nice carpet, she had taken from the living room floor. She covered everything with more blankets and then shovelled the earth back in. At last. Granny had found the resting place, she wanted. All was done. She stayed in the house till all the snow had gone, then decided one morning it was time to move on. She found her old'sack-dress' with the knife still inside the little pocket. Sharpened it on the stone step outside the front door, packed some food in a bundle, took the herbal book, and started down the hill. **** **36** by o_girl © **Chapter thirteen** **The'religious'...** She wandered for many, many days. As winter turned into spring. She avoided contact with humans, and only walked by night. Found a hiding place at the break of dawn and slept during the day. Her supply of food was used up quickly, but she was good at living off the land - and even better now as her time with Granny had thought her about a lot of roots, plants and herbs. One day, she had been lying below a bush, watching a village below. The place had seemed tranquil and peaceful. She had not seen anybody in chains, any slave-traders or all in all nobody that seemed threatening. She had seen cows being brought out in the fields, by half grown children in the morning, and the same children taking them back not so long ago. People had moved about their business, quietly and without any hurry. None had seemed ill or deceased. The village itself looked as most of the villages, she had seen: Materials from some of the houses had been used to repair the others. Thus, some had two-coloured tile roofs, others had different coloured bricks -- and some had just replaced the original roof with straw or seaweed. In the middle of town was a whitewashed church (she recognized these buildings from a history book, she had read on the island), and a larger structure -- probably a town hall or administrative centre. \-- Now in the quickly dimming light, she had decided to see if she could make contact and get some food and shelter. She walked towards the town in a slow pace. If someone was watching, she wanted to show that she came openly and with no ill intent. There were four main streets. All originating from the centre with the church and the big house. She had decided to walk straight into the centre and see if anybody would approach her. The first couple of houses, she passed seemed desolate, but she had a feeling of being watched. Outside the fourth house, an old woman was sitting, but when she saw 36, she got up and slowly went inside, closing the door behind her. On her way to the water post in the centre, she noticed several curtains being pushed closed and several doors - that were half open -- being closed. She did not feel welcome at all -- in fact she was beginning to become a little worried, but eventually made it to the water post. She sat down on the stone edge and waited. There was no sound and nothing moved. \-- Had she known, she would have run the fastest she could, but she was still positive and hoped someone would approach her in a friendly manner. After a while someone did. Out of the door to the administrative building, a large, fat man appeared. He was dressed in a very white, long cloak and supported himself by a staff. He was bald apart from two grey bundles on each side of his round head. This made him look like his head had small wings. It took him some effort to get down the stairs and over to her. She could hear him huffing and see that his face turned more and more red. "No lack of food here," she thought. "Hello," she said, when he was almost in front of her. 'Hello,' he puffed. 'Who are you and what are you doing here?' Hm. Not a very polite guy, but the times were so that one had to be careful with strangers. "I am just a wanderer, going from there," she pointed from where she had come. "to there...but not actually knowing where I'll end up. May I stay here for the night. I'll work for my food and board?" "Yes. Follow me." He turned and began a slow trot over to the stairs. She stayed a few paces behind him. He swung the big door up, and gestured with his cane for her to go inside. She nodded and went past him. It was dark inside. She had to stand for a while and let her eyes get adjusted to the darkness. Even more so as she heard the door slam shut behind her. Then strong hands grabbed her arms and forced her on to the floor. Before she could protest, a fat rope was swung round her head and the knot in the middle pressed into her mouth. She fought and struggled -- thinking that she had fallen into the hands of yet another group of slave traders or the like, but when they had duly tied her hands and legs and got up from her, the fat man spoke again: "Good. Take the witch to the cell in the basement. Lucky, we got her before she could make any mischief." \-- Many hands carried her across the floor, down a set of stone steps, and into a small cell, where they threw her on the floor. Then they slammed the door behind them on their way out. She heard the key being turned in the lock. She had not been able to distinguish how many or how they looked, but she knew she was in another mess. Apparently, the fat guy had gotten into his head that she was a witch of some sort -- and apparently the people around here were superstitious. She felt calm. Sooner or later, she would have the opportunity to have her say, and then they would realize she was just a common girl, and let her go on her way again. She looked at her new surroundings: it was a small stone cellar, bars in front of the only, small window, high up under the ceiling, a heavy iron enforced door in one end, and not much else. She was lying on some not so fresh straw on the floor -- apart from that there was nothing. After a while she closed her eyes. Having been used to sleeping in the worst positions before, it was no trouble for her to fall asleep with her hand tied behind her back and the gag in her mouth. \-- She woke by a noise. Someone was coming. A key in the door rattled in the door and it swung up, four men came in. They had similar clothing, made of brown, rough material. Trousers and long-sleeved blouses. Their heads and faces were covered with black hoods -- with two openings for their eyes. A fifth man followed right behind -- dressed as the rest. "Pull her up. Untie her and get rid of that." He pointed at her with a gloved finger. They each took an arm or a leg after having removed the rope round her wrists and ankles, but leaving the rope round her head and the knot in her mouth. He pulled out a black leather strap. Even though she tried resisting the best she could, her dress was pulled over her head, and her arms wrung round on her back again. The black leather strap was wound it round her wrists -- tight. Then they pushed her bound hands up -- almost up between her shoulder blades. He took the end of the strap and let it go around her neck and back to the hands. A simple knot secured the arrangement. It efficiently made her forget any idea of fighting. It was very much like the chain arrangement used by the slave traders -- except this was tighter -- and her hands were far higher on her back. She felt like she was being choked by the sheer pull of her overstretched arms. She tried keeping them very still not to get strangled, but it was still very uncomfortable. They grabbed her upper arms and pulled her out of the cell, down a dimly lit hallway and into another room at the end. The room looked very much like the cell, she had come from, except this one did not have a window -- and no straw on the floor. Just the raw, cold stone. The only thing in this room was a heavy, wooden, square post in the middle -- going from floor to ceiling At about the middle of this post an iron bracket went around and held a piece of wood - about the length of her arm -- sticking out horizontally. The top edge of this was shaped like an upside-down 'V' -- and the edge looked uncomfortably sharp. In the middle of this 'V'-shaped beam, a fat, smooth, conical piece of wood stuck up. One of them put a hand on the cone, and gave it a spin, showing her that it turned freely around its own vertical axis. He produced a small, round container, took the lid off, put two fingers inside and came out with a blob of something that glistened in the light from the two torches stuck high on the walls. He let his hand slide -- almost caressing over the cone -- giving that the same glistering look that his hands had. Then produced a dirty rag, and wiped his fingers. The two men holding her by her upper arms, turned her around so her back was to the post. Two others grabbed a knee each, and they spread them and lifted her up. Then they backed till her back was against the post. As the four of them held her tight, the last one bend a little forward -- and she felt his fingers slide in under her. She protested under the knot in her mouth, as he used his fingers to press and spread her even more open. Slowly they moved her down as the man with the fingers holding her labia apart made sure that the point of the cone went inside her. They slowly lowered her legs, till she was standing on her toes -- on a thick, short plank on the floor under her. They let go of her legs, but the two others still held her upper arms. Supporting her in an upright position, but with a much looser grip than before. The leader again bent down and looked at the connecting point between her and the cone. She felt it widen her opening -- and she wriggled to get free, but only achieved that the cone went even deeper inside her. The two with her arms now slung a leather strap up under her armpits and behind her back -- and fastened it behind the post. It was loose enough for her not to fall forward, but also so loose that it offered no means of stopping her descent on the cone. They stood back -- except the leader that still had his eyes on the cone and her vagina. Slowly she felt it go further and further up inside her and splitting her up painfully. The door went up -- and the fat man came -- panting and red faced as before. "Leave us!" He said -- and the five of them quickly left. Slowly he walked round her. Her eyes following him when he was in sight. She could hear his hissing breath. Then he put a hand on her breast and let his thumb roll her nipple: "The evil sometimes takes the most beautiful shapes. Now you child of Satan. You will confess. We have found your book of sorcery." He pulled out her herbal book. "We know your kind. Once in a while the evil spirit sends someone like you to test our beliefs, but we have ways to deal with that. You will sit here till you are ready to confess -- and believe me -- nobody has been riding this without confessing -- sooner or later!" He pinched her nipple -- hard. Then stuck his face all the way in hers. He had extremely bad breath, and his skin was puffy and sweaty with big red patches between the dough white. He whispered in her ear: "I will enjoy exorcising the evil spirits." Then he licked her cheek, while holding her head. She thought he was turning away, but with an amazing agility, he kicked the plank, she was standing on to the side. With a sudden movement, she slid all the way down on the big thing and felt the sharp edge of the wood cut into her crotch. She screamed from the pain, but the rope and know muffled it. Tears ran down her eyes. "That's much better. I'll be back later to see if you are ready." He bent down, and with two of his fat fingers spread her labia and made sure she was resting firmly on the sharp edge. The he patted her tear drenched cheek and smiled. Big tears were rolling down her cheeks and she was in terrible pain. At first, she thought she could stand it, even though it was a terrible instrument, but it did not take long before her world was just red pain. The few coherent thoughts she managed to have made her realize that they would just leaver her here till she either confessed whatever it was they wanted her to confess -- or became a permanent cripple -- or both. There was no reason for her to try and stick it out. Sooner or later, they would get what they wanted. Every now and then the leader of the hooded gang would open the door and ask her: "Are you ready to confess, you daughter of evil?" For the first many times she had just looked at him in defiance, with her tear-filled eyes. Then he had closed the door and gone away, leaving her to suffer alone. Eventually, she could not stand it anymore. She felt like she was being split up from her crotch and upwards and every little movement, she made felt like she was strangling herself, and the rod was getting even deeper inside her. When he opened the door and asked again, she nodded. Shortly after the leader returned. This time accompanied by the fat man, who was huffing and puffing even more than before. The leader untied and removed the rope gag round her head, and he asked: "Well. Will you confess to be a daughter of evil, a witch and a sorceress -- and that you have been sent here to mislead us and bring us all down?" Half unconscious she answered: "Yes, yes -- I confess!" They turned and walked out, she could hear the fat man's voice from somewhere upstairs announcing: "The evil one has confessed. We were right. She is a devious sorceress that has come to mislead us all. We must thank the higher powers, who protect us, that we have been given the knowledge to expose this plot by the underworld." The gang from before came back. Lifted here off the device and two strong men held her under her arms as she was dragged upstairs. There was a crowd in front of the building. They all cheered, when she was dragged out. She blinked against the sudden light and saw everything through a haze of pain. Someone put a hand under her chin and lifted her head: "Say it! -- Loud". "I..I..confess..." "Louder you whore of Satan!" "I confess, I confess," She screamed with the last of her powers. Then she fainted. A Few minutes later a bucket of icy cold water in her face, woke her up. She was dragged through the crowd and over to a house on the other side of the square. It was a blacksmith's workshop. Her hands were untied and she was forced to her knees. One of her arms was held on a wooden block. The blacksmith -- also wearing a black hood put a heavy iron band round her wrist. Not a slave trader cuff, but a single piece of iron. With a large pair of pliers, he made the ends of the metal meet. The he put a bolt through the two holes, and hammered the end of it flat against the metal. No key would unlock this bracelet. Her other arm got the same treatment. From each cuff a long, heavy chain was attached to an eye welded on to the material. When he had finished hammering, she was brought to her legs again. The end of the chains was tied together with a rope in front of her. She was dragged outside, and the end of the rope was given to a man on a horse. He kicked the horse and she followed with her arms stretched out in front of her. As opposed to when she had arrived, the village now seemed full of people She was dragged -- stumbling -- by the horseman. From the blacksmith in the centre to the end of the village and back again. Then down the next street and back again - until she had been up and down all four streets. The people gathering at the roadside, spitting on her, and throwing rotting vegetables and screaming: "Witch, Satan, Evil" all the time. She stumbled like in an evil dream after the horseman. On her second passing of the centre, she was getting so much of her consciousness back, that she noticed a couple of men, not occupied with her, but carrying a large wooden pole up to the church. On her way back, she did not have time to look for them, but after returning from the last of the streets, she was dragged up to the church wall. Here the hooded men from before took over from the horseman and dragged her uphill. On her way up to the church, she saw that the post was upright and almost against the church wall. There was a ladder on each side of it, Each with a man on top. Full of rotten vegetables, dirt and spit, and half unconscious she just let them do whatever they wanted. She did not have the slightest resistance or courage left in her body. The chains from her wrists were given to the men on the ladders, her arms were pulled up, and she could hear them hammering, as they nailed the ends of the chain to the top of the post. Having done that, they climbed down and removed the ladders. The crowd had mercifully stayed outside the low, brick wall around the church. Her tormentor stepped back, and the fat man came forward. She just hung there. Chains long enough for her knees to bend and her body to sway. The fat man appeared. He let his hand slide over her naked back. "I have sinned, Witch, take my sins." He spoke in a loud voice, booming against the church wall and everybody could hear him. She heard a swishing sound and felt a stinging pain as a whip hit her back. He calmly rolled the whip up, and placed it on an iron hook on the back of the post. Same height as her face. She could clearly see it, but only touch it with her face. It looked ominous: Black, braided leather -- very much like the model, she knew so well from the slave traders. The fat man hobbled down the hill and the crowd slowly dispersed. Leaving her alone with her pain and disgrace. After a while, she regained some of her senses. She knew she would be there for some time in the permanent way they had put the iron round her wrists -- and the way they had hammered the chains to the top of the post. After a little while, she saw a young man coming up the hill. He was carrying a small log under his right arm.. When he was quite close, he threw the log down in front of her. Then leaned over and grabbed the whip from its hook. As he swung it out in full length and back behind him, he said: "I have sinned. Witch take my sins." Then he swung the whip giving her another painful lash around her body. She clenched her lips to keep her from uttering the pain, but did feel her body convulse in the aftermath of the sting from the whip. Calmly he rolled it back up, hung it on its hook, turned and walked down the hill again. This was repeated a while later -- with another man, but the same ritual. Same sentence, same one whiplash, same kind of log thrown at her feet. For the remainder of the day, people would come up the hill to her. All carrying small logs that they threw at her feet, and all taking the whip from the post, saying the line: "I have sinned. Witch take my sins." And then giving her a stroke of the whip. Even women did it. Some found more pleasure in it than others, and even gave her more than one lash, but most stayed true to the formula. \-- When night began falling, she was hanging limply in her chains. They had not been particularly tight, her hands were just a little bit above her head, but at nightfall, her knees could not carry her anymore, and she was hanging with straight arms and bend knees. Her back and front full of blue, red and brown stripes and marks, and all around her feet a considerable heap of logs. After it had become quite dark, and the village had grown still, she looked up as she heard a small rustle. Then a figure silently slid up beside her. It was a young man that she recognized having not put very much effort in the whip earlier. Gently he pulled her head backwards and put a flask to her mouth. Water. Not cool, but refreshing. She swallowed and tried not to cough. "Who are you?" She managed to whisper. "Nobody. Better that you don't know. Here, have some more water." He let her drink and then poured some on his hand and swept her face. She tried to get up on her feet. In the darkness, she could not see his face. "Thank you. Whoever you are." "It's ok. I don't believe all this witch stuff. You just happened to step into the wrong village." "I assume so, but this will end sooner or later, and then I suppose I will have the chance to explain to them." He did not answer. "Won't it?" "Not the way you probably think. Have you not wondered why your chains are put on you so permanently?" "I suppose I did, but thought it was because they did not have any locks or bolts. Even though it seemed a little much but what will happen to me?" "You will stay here and be beaten until the priest thinks you have taken all the sins of the village upon you. Then the sins and you will be cleansed by lighting all the wood around you -- sorry." She froze: "..but..but.." "I have seen it before, believe me. When you are more dead than alive, you will be burned, and whatever is left will be put in a hole in the ground outside the church. Your only chance is that the priest seems to have taken a fancy for you, but I should not be here -- must run." He poured the last of the water over her, and disappeared as silently as he had come. The next morning at daylight, the fat man, who was obviously the village priest came huffing up the hill. In the grey morning light his bluish face and red eyes looked even worse than yesterday. "Well -- my little witch. I trust you have had a good night," he managed to say between heaving noisily for air. "And that you are ready for another day of cleansing?" He took the whip off its hook and stepped back. Swung it and gave her a solid lash over her butt. The pain in her body from yesterday's whipping had turned into a steady hum of soreness. Now it woke up as the sting of the whip made her squirm. As the pain slowly faded into the general thumping of red haze inside her, she pulled herself up on her feet. He came close to her face. She could smell his breakfast and bad breath. "Well. I can get you out of this misery you know?" He grabbed her chin and turned her head towards him. "If you were to repent your sins and sincerely try to find the right way, I could help you." "How would I do that?" "You just tell me that you are repenting, I'll get you out of this and then I will drive the devil out of you and teach you the right ways. I am sure we could have many educational hours together." He grabbed her nipple with the fingers of his free hand. Pressed hard and turned - making her squirm. His breathing -- that had almost returned to normal -- began sounding like a leaking water hose again. His eyes got a glow of lust and he smiled. She spat in his face, and then tried to turn away from him in spite of his firm grip on her nipple. He let go. Swept his face with his sleeve, stepped back and gave her a series of lashes, before hanging the whip back on its hook. Between his now very heavy breaths he said: "Nothing like a few caresses of the whip, to wake you up in the morning. I trust you will have a good day." Then he turned and walked down the hill. \-- During the day she had numerous visits from the villagers. All with a little log and all saying the same curse before whipping her. By nightfall she was drifting in and out of consciousness. In the night the young man came back again with water. Again, he urged her to repent: "I am sure you will not last another day. You have already been tougher than most people I have seen here. Usually they last a day or a day and a half. You have been here for more than two days now. I am sure it will be over some time tomorrow, if you don't submit to the priest." All through the night she was trying to think, but it was difficult in her semi-conscious state. By morning when the priest came up the hill, she had decided. Never mind how repulsive the priest was, she would be alive. So, when he had gotten his breath and again asked her to find the right way and put herself at his mercy, she agreed in an almost inaudible voice. He went away. An hour or so later he came back with most of the village, he stood by the post and the villagers gathered around him. "My children", he said. "I have been deliberating with the supreme, and I have tried to get the evil out of this creature." "Burn her!". A loud voice said from behind, but hissing made it silent. "I have decided to take this creature into my household, and by hard work will see if we can convert her to a true believer." "Bravo," someone said, but she sensed that most of them had looked forward to seeing her go up in flames. She dozed off for a short period, when she woke they had gone. Two men on ladders were working hard at getting the chains off the nail on the top. When they succeeded, she fell to the ground with the chains around her. They lifted her onto a wide plank, and carried her to the blacksmith. He used a lot of effort to get her out of the steel, but finally she was free again and they more or less dragged or carried her across the centre to the administrative building. They put her in a cellar. There was a jug of tepid water and a lump of bread on the floor. Her old dress was also there. She ate and drank and went to sleep. Her body aching. At least the door was not locked, was the last thought in her head before sailing off into a deep sleep. \-- The fat priest ruled the village together with a group of rough young men. He lived in the central building and had food and wine. He was the only overweight person around -- but then he was overweight for several persons at once. Everything that was grown, harvested, slaughtered, preserved, distilled or in any other form produced in the village was 'taxed' -- and the taxes went to him. So, the cellars in the central building were full all the time. The priest had four 'wife's' -- as the only one in the village. They were extremely jealous at each other and on guard all the time. Competing to be the preferred wife. The village was a closed community. Now and then a young man or woman working in the fields disappeared. Probably taken by slave traders or robbers, but no one ever ventured very far to find them, even though there were a number of horses around. The priest kept an alert eye on everybody and everything and the rough young men, he kept as close companions were more than willing to spy on everybody. The most common accusation was that a person had been throwing 'evil eyes' on something or somebody. Second was the reason for things not to do as they were supposed to: The milk gone sour, the butter not forming but staying a lumpy mass in the butter churn, a cow or another animal dying without apparent reason, a person getting ill and so on. There were numerous 'excuses' for the priest and his gang to 'exorcise' someone. It seemed to her that all a person had to do was to stand up in the former church and declare his or her accusation. Then it was usually taken on face value -- and gave the priest and his gang a welcome reason to exert their perversions. The church had been stripped of everything and was basically a big, cold, whitewashed room with a'scene' at the back end. The only 'decoration' on this'scene' was 3 different, solid, wooden stockades. All made for locking a person in different positions. The middle one held the persons hands and neck in a horizontal position -- and had a part at the bottom to spread and lock the ankles. The one on the left had the person standing upright, either facing or with his/hers back to the room. Again, with a block for the spread feet. The one on the right -- the one she most seldom saw in use, was a square block of wood on which the person would lie on his/hers back and then a wooden post on each side to spread and hold the persons legs. The person would lie her -- with the wrists over his/hers head and tied to a ring on the back of the block -- and have the legs lifted and spread so that the whole congregation could look straight up their crotch. The favourite 'exorcism' was by the whip -- and in public. The offender would be brought in -- often untied but between two of the priest's ruffians. Then had to declare his or her'sin' and repentance in a loud voice to the crowd, after which he or she would be put in one of the stockades and duly whipped - either by the priest or by one of the 'gang'. Often -- most of the times -- the person had been spending some time in the cellar under the Priests house, where different 'tools' -- like the wood torture pole, she had been on -- were used to make the sinner declare his or hers sins -- and be suitable repentant when presented for punishment in the church. Sometimes the Priest found a case more serious -- and then the person was in the cellar for a very long time -- before being presented in the church. These 'cases' often looked as worn down as she had felt coming down from the pole in front of the church. Eventually all accused admitted their sins and took their punishment. A punishment decided solely by the priest and being of a severity and length to 'convince' the priest they had 'been shown the right way again'. \-- The priest also decided who could marry whom and when -- and of course he had the first right to any woman around. Usually a day or two before the wedding, the bride to be was brought to the house and there he would do whatever he wanted with them -- or have his gang do it. \-- How did she know all this? Well after she woke up in the cellar, she was told to wash and get into her old dress (they had not even found the knife! As a stroke of luck, she thought). She was told she'd be living in the little room in the cellar -- a separate part from where the torture and 'fun' took place, and as the walls were stone, she could mercifully not hear what went on in the other end of the cellars. They mocked her, when -- on their question -- answered that her name was simply '36', but most of them simply called her whore, slut, slave -- or whatever other degrading name they could think of.. Then she was put under the direct command of the wives that put her to do the cleaning and cooking and whatever they decided. Most evenings she collapsed exhausted on her straw bed in the cellar (where she was locked up every night). The wives did their best to make her life miserable. If she was washing the floors, one of the wives would come through, kick the bucket, so the contents went all over -- administer a stroke with the thin, flexible cane they all seemed to have at close hand -- and tell her to clean her mess up in a hurry. If she was doing dishes -- and wife would come by -- this wife would take a bucket of water from the floor and pour over the dishes she had just dried -- and give her a lash and a scolding her. After she had hung the clean, wet sheets, she had just washed on a line in the big back yard, she had to keep a close eye on it. It was popular among the wives to untie the washing line and making everything fall to the ground. So, she had to start all over -- and with fresh stripes on her bottom. At night she was in her cellar room -- and it was not locked -- but the door at the end was, so she was more or less in prison. During the day, she might be able to escape, but she had been scouting the outskirts of the village -- and remembered her original way into it, so she knew it was open farmland for quite a stretch. She would probably not be able to get far enough away unnoticed -- before they would come after her -- and she would be in the range, they normally came to look for lost people. Besides there was always a wife or a member of the priest's gang around -- and she did not know how much they actually checked on her. She had a fellow slave: Another woman living in a cell next to hers. She looked worn and thin and hardly ever spoke. She did eventually get out of her that she had been a 'witch' -- and had avoided her fate much like she herself had -- but a long time ago. The long abuse by the wives and the priest and his gang had left her a wreck -- and nobody really cared about her. She walked the corridors and did small tasks here and there, but was even more 'invisible' that she was. She definitely did not want to end up like her -- so even though escape at the moment seemed impossible, she always had it in her mind, and constantly pondered about how she could get away. Her status was low -- and apart from the unwanted 'attention' the wives always gave her, when their paths crossed, nobody really noticed her. She did her best to move around quietly and unnoticed She did keep her ears

and eyes open and not much going on in the big house avoided her attention. A thing that made matters worse -- in all respects, was the priest's preference for her over the wives. The first time, he decided he wanted to 'exorcise' the evil in her; he had the wives get her from the kitchen, where she was sweeping the floor. She was put in front of a big mahogany table. "Spread your legs," they told her. One held her elbows close on her back and another kicked and slapped the insides of her legs till she had moved them far enough apart for her to bend down and tie her ankles to the legs of the table. Then they helped each other -- one arm each to bend her over and stretch her out -- tying her wrists with another set of leather straps -- to the legs of the table at the far end. They completed their task by one holding her head up by her hair, while the other forced a fat, wooden stick between her lips and teeth. It was like a thick bridle. Leather straps behind her head made her lips stretch and close around the wooden stick. Her head almost slammed into the table when they suddenly let go. They all left. She stayed quite still, not knowing if someone might be watching her unseen and not giving them the satisfaction of seeing her try to pull at the straps. She just tried to relax as much as possible, knowing she could do little to improve her situation. The priest huffed in -- followed by all four wives and two of his gang. "Now we shall get the evil out of her. Get her ready. Where's the rod?" She felt one of the gang lean over her, grab her buttocks with both hands and pull them apart, the other one's fingers pushing inside her smallest opening -- adding some kind of lubricant. It hurt at the beginning, but after a few minutes, his finger just slid in and out of her -- and then he used one more finger, till he had four fingers inside her -- widening her opening. She could not help herself from giving out a muted cry behind the gag. The fingers were replaced but some kind of rod -- that was moved brutally in and out of her opening - again making her squirm and cry out. Suddenly it was pulled out with a plopping sound. Then she felt the priest's fat belly against her buttocks and his hands round her hips. Fortunately, his stiff penis was much smaller than the rod -- and very much smaller than the four fingers. She had been oiled or greased enough to hardly feel his penetration. On his signal two wives began whipping her back with the well-known thin canes -- and she sensed that the other two was whipping the priests behind at the same time. He moved his big body so violently that the table moved on the floor, and above the sounds of the whips, she could hear his rasping, panting breathing. A she hardly felt anything when he grunted as he apparently emptied himself into her, but felt relief as the whipping stopped and she sensed that the two members of the gang had to help him over to a chair in the corner. They left -- and she was alone and strung out for a long while -- until someone apparently remembered her, and came to untie her. It was the wife less jealous than the others, but still a woman that had no good feelings for her to spare. \-- Since it apparently had been so pleasant for him, he repeated this almost every day for a while. Each time making the wives more jealous and making them whip her even more, when they encountered her in the hallways or rooms. They all used their canes on her for the smallest offense -- and of course even without any offense being done, and they generally made her life more miserable than before. \-- There was a church service every second day, where the priest would talk to the congregation for a long period. A mixture of slightly hidden treats if they did something he did not like, and something one with a very good will could see as a kind of religion. She found the wisdom in his words to be easily overseen. She had to attend. In fact, she had to kneel with her legs spread in the middle of the church. Hands on her back and her forehead on the cold floor. Most of the congregation could look at and up at her bare bottom and crotch during the'service'. She spent these sessions feeling the cold stone floor on her forehead, being happy she was not being tormented by the wives or anybody else and having time to think for herself. \-- The Priest began taking her to his room at night. He would like her to ride him, while he babbled about 'the evil' he needed to get out of her. As little as the back entry and whipping had been in any way pleasing for her, as little was these nightly sessions. On his command, she would climb up on his fat legs. He would pinch her nipples and let his fat fingers knead her breasts and skin till he got an erection. She tried to think of something pleasant to be wet enough to get him inside her, when he eventually told her so. He often wanted her to hold one arm on her back, with a small rod, he provided -- and tell her to use it in his anus. That was about the only pleasure she had -- and she used this rod energetically -- hoping she would do some kind of damage to him. He was always dark reddish-blue in the face when he came -- and snapping for air. Often, she was worried that he would collapse during these rides. His bed had four posts -- one in each corner, and when he had gotten his breath back -- which usually took a while, he would order her off, and make her kneel with her back against one of the posts at the end of the bed. There he would tie her up with the now familiar leather straps. He would then watch her while falling asleep. The signal was his heavy snoring that made the whole bed shake. He liked to wake up and lie and watch her. She never got much sleep from the straining position. She always longed for the grey daylight and for him to eventually wake up, release her and let her go about her duties in the house. She hated his bloated, deformed, perverted body. Shivered at his touch and disliked the way he treated everybody. \-- As always escape was in her mind. If she could just get far enough away from the village, she was sure they would not follow her. After all they never went far in their search for missing persons. Problem was that she was never without someone keeping an eye on her, or locked in her cellar or tied to the disgusting Priest's bedpost. One day she found herself alone in the kitchen. Everybody had gone to the church to oversee some taxation brought by 'grateful farmers'. For some reason they had forgotten to take her over there and put her in her usual kneeling position on the church floor. A few of the ruffians were supposed to guard the place -- and probably her and the other servant, but they lay drunk in the main hall. She was washing the kitchen floor, when she sensed a slight motion and then heard a whispering voice. It was the young man, who had saved her with the water when she was at the stake. He kneeled down beside her. "Shhh.." he said and put a finger over his lips. "How are you?" "Thank you. I have been better, but as you know I have also been worse." She smiled at her own joke. "I came to talk to the Priest, but I found them all gone to the church." "Yep. They won't be back for a while, but what do you want to see the Priest about?" "He has decided that I should get married, and even selected a bride for me, so I have to arrange the details." "Congratulations." "Don't say that. We don't like each other very much -- me and my bride to be -- and she is terrible afraid about what they will do to her before the wedding." "Hmm. I think I can understand that. I see a lot of things going on here, you know." "I don't want to know." "Come. Let's sneak off. I know a good place where we can talk." She took his hand, and got up, led him out the back and into the stable behind the building. There were no horses inside; they were all in the fields or being used by the gang at the church. They sat down on the straw in an open pen. He looked at her: "Can you help us. Maybe say a few words to the Priest?" She laughed: "Me! Nobody listens to me -- all they do is beat me up all the time. I am sorry but I don't have much to say -- less than nothing in fact." He was studying her face and his eyes kept going down to her breasts. She smiled: "Don't worry. I'll figure something out. If I have to, I'll kill him. He has been around far too long as it is." "Do you mean that?" "Hm. Maybe not, but I'll do what I can." She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down in the hay. Her face very close to his. She looked him straight in the eyes. Then she let her lips touch his. He did not react, but she sensed he was tightening all his muscles. She longed for some gentleness. "Don't worry. I am not a witch, nor have I ever been one." Again, she let her lips meet his. This time her tongue forced his mouth open. She chased his tongue around inside his mouth for a while. She led his hand up under her dress, and left it on her breast. "Nice and soft, Right?" "Yes," he whispered in a hoarse voice. "I'll show you something. Lie absolutely still." She crawled down and opened his trousers. Took out his member and kissed it. She made sure he could see everything that was happening. He became hard fast under her mouth and tongue. She looked up: "Do you want to come now or do you want to go inside me?" "I don't know. What do you think?" "I think you have never been with a woman before, or at least it has been a long time since you have such quick and hard reaction, so I'll go for the mouth, then we can see if there's time afterwards for the insides." She swallowed the head and let it slide in as far as it would go. She had to stop a few times to tell him to be less loud. He put his sleeve in his mouth and after a very short while she got the reward from his manhood. She licked it clean -- slowly and carefully. Then let herself fall down beside him. For a while they looked at the wooden ceiling. She took his hand and let it slide on to her breast again. Her nipples were hard. He began exploring and caressing her. She lifted her dress all the way up, and directed his mouth to the nipple. He was a fast learner. Soon he was on top of her, and she could feel he was as hard as before. He needed a little guidance to find the opening, but then he was like a fish in water. This time it took a lot longer for him to come, and she had the orgasm, she had not had all the time in the village. Afterwards the light told her that it was late and that they would all be back shortly. She kissed his cheek. "Don't worry. It will all be fine." He plucked a few straws out of her hair, and then gave her a big hug. She jumped to her feet, pulled down her dress and hurried back to the kitchen duties. \-- She had given her word. If it really came to that, she would take a life. Never mind that The Priest of all persons, she had met, deserved it, she had never taken anybody's life. While she was washing the kitchen floor, she let a hand slide in and touch the knife in its secret pocket. It was sharp. She had kept it clean, free of rust and sharpened, from the very first day. Now it might come in handy. They all came back. Red faced and 'cleansed' by another long sermon by The Priest. She was expecting the usual torment by the wives to begin, but instead, the Priest himself came in. He always seemed to have talked himself in to a state of hornyness, when giving these long lectures. She had not been kneeling on the church floor as regularly lately and was often left in the house with a few of the ruffians to keep everything under control. Apparently, he thought the evil had been driven enough out of her, for her to do housework, while everybody else was in church. On the other hand, he had displayed unhealthy signs of jealousy recently. The wives and his gang only whipped and kicked her when he was not around, and then only when someone was keeping an eye out for him. Maybe he did not like the idea of his whole congregation looking up her cunt, while he spoke. She did not care. It was nicer to be home alone. Gave her the same chance to think and be at ease as lying in the church had done. She could see by the way he looked at her, that he desired her, and sure enough: "You wicked one. Get up. One can see you have not been chastised for a long time. You are beginning to fall back into your old evil ways. I will take you to my chambers and teach you some piety. Come along." The two wives present sent her 'killer-looks'; she knew that he had used to release his pressure with one of them before she was at hand. Now, she was the preferred one, and they did not like it. Their private sessions with him, always gave them an opportunity to talk ill about their fellow wives and everybody else they might dislike. This chance was now taken from them. They knew he would not come out till tomorrow morning. She followed his heavy and slow footsteps up to his room. On the way she touched the knife once again. Would she have the guts? It developed as usual: First he let her lean over a table, and whipped her behind till he could not lift the cane anymore. For a man so hindered by his overweight, he drove a hard cane -- but not for long. He had to sit down, and asked her to pour him some of the wine from the little side table. She pulled down her dress and did so. Then he took the short stick from under the table he was sitting at and said: "You are so used to riding the evil one -- now you will ride a man of the good. Undress, you harlot of evil." She dropped her dress to the floor and he tilted onto the bed. His big stomach sticking into the air. Slowly she crept up to his face and whispered in his ear: "Now, I will ride you like I rode the evil one. My cunt is on fire, and I will devour you." He looked at her with surprise. She had never spoken when he abused her -- and never uttered any sounds as she rode him and he released himself in her. He began babbling an incoherent sequence of his homemade scripture. All she could deduce clearly from his stream of words were: 'good', 'evil', burn' and the likes. Slowly she pulled up his long cloak, and looked at the small penis almost disappearing in fat. She squeezed her hand between his legs and grabbed his balls -- gave them a quick pull, resulting in a shiver in the big body on the bed and a reaction in the penis. She bent down and bit the head slightly. It was not big and stiff enough for her to get the foreskin down. She kept at it for a while, until she could get the foreskin down and hold it tight, so his little, purple head stood erect and tense in the air. She decided it was as big as it would get, crossed over him and lowered herself on it. She had to use her hand to guide it inside, and to make sure, it was where she wanted it. Her stomach against the fat belly. His stumpy hands began groping her breasts -- hard. He rambled on. She leaned a little backwards and supported herself with her hands on his legs. Getting a firm grip on the loose skin. He kept on, but his voice became higher and higher. When she felt that he was close to cum'ing, she grasped the stick with one hand, and stuck it into his anus -- as usual. Rhythmically she moved herself and the stick in and out of him. He gave a short scream, when he came, and she could feel a little warmth inside her. He became small fast and fell out of her almost immediately. He lay there, panting and red-faced for a while. Then came the punishment. She regretted not having used the knife in his anus, but now it was too late. She had to wait for another chance, and then it would probably also be later, so her chances of escape would be better. He gave her butts another caning. She thought it was more to 'cleanse' himself than her, and endured patiently. After he had spent almost an hour getting his breath back, he was ready for another round. When he was in this mood, he often could get it up more than the usual two to three times a night -- and each time it was followed by some kind of punishment -- usually by the cane. He pulled her up from her kneeling position on the floor -- by her hair -- and threw her on the bed. Then he smashed down on top of her. The sheer weight made her loose her breath for a minute and it blackened for her eyes. He messed around, squishing her and being all over her with his fat hands. It took a lot of trying and panting, before he managed to enter her. He could hardly move, but used his feet on the end of the bed to press in and out. The fat rubbing against her skin. She turned her head to the side, and saw that her dress was lying right beside her. 'Now or never,' she thought, and let her hand slide out to the dress. A few minutes later, she had found the knife, and pulled it out. She looked straight up in his face; He was pushing himself up on his arms, and cursing her. Spit floating out of his mouth. "Now, you time has come. I'll give you what you have given so many others." He looked at the knife and his eyes suddenly grew bigger. Sheer fright shone out of them. He stopped, hovering above her and resting on his hands. Then a strange squeaking sound escaped him, and his face went bluer than normally. Another rasping sound came out of him, and his eyes looked like they were falling out of their sockets. Then he collapsed on her. She had not touched him, but it had been too much for his fat-encased heart. He had died of a heart failure. She tried moving, but the dead body was too heavy. She was stuck. It took a lot of work and a lot of energy, to get out under him, she could hardly move this mountain of dead flesh, but eventually she managed to slide to the floor. At that time, he was already cold as ice. She wondered if he really was dead -- but the coldness of his flesh and the way his eyes bulged and his tongue hung blue out of his slack mouth told her that he was definitely gone -- hopefully to the hell he had been preaching about -- and preferably worse. After a quick search of the few books on the heavy oak shelf/cupboard, she found granny's herb book behind some dusty tomes. No one had bothered looking in it apparently, and the priest had just shoved it at the back as it did not represent anything useful for him at a first glance. She knew exactly where the priest kept a supply of jewellery and gold. The back of one of the low cupboards by the bed was detachable, and contained several boxes of valuables. All probably 'taxed' from the villagers -- or confiscated as being'made by the devil'. In the semidarkness, she selected some smaller pieces -- easy to trade -- and some small ingots of gold. She closed the back of the cabinet and shoved it back in its place. Quickly she found her dress on the floor, hid the knife in its compartment and put the dress on, then opened the door just a fraction -- looking out into the hallway. The guard outside was snoring in his chair. He was completely knocked out. There was an air of strong spirits coming from him and the empty bottle at his feet told her he would not come around soon. Besides no one had ever entered the priest's room, when she was there with him, so they would probably not discover the body till morning. "What a body guard," she thought. "..but lucky for me." Like a shadow, she sneaked silently through the sleeping house. She knew every detail, every squeaking step on the stairs and every noisy door, so she moved about with absolutely no sound. In the kitchen, she took as much dried food as she could have in a cloth, she found, tied it in a knot, and made a rope into a sling that fitted over her shoulder. Carefully and slowly, she opened the backdoor and moved out into the shadows outside. There was no one there. Everybody was sleeping, all was silent. She stayed in the shadows as she went the long way around the yard. The stable was just as empty, except for the horses, of course. She picked a peacefully looking one, and dragged it outside as silently as she could. She thought the hooves on the cobblestones sounded like thunder, but no one reacted. When she was almost half the way to the edge of the village, she sensed something in the shadows. She was ready to kick the sides of the horse and make her escape. And her hand was already on the knife in her secret pocket. Then she identified her friend the young man. They whispered quietly as she leaned down over the horse's neck. "Have you escaped -- how about the rest of us?" "Don't worry. He's dead." "Did you kill him?" "I wish I had, but no. He got a heart attack when he was on top of me. Saved me the trouble. His just as dead. I suppose there will be turmoil in the village tomorrow?" "We are some young men, that has waited for this. Tomorrow we will attack the gang, and if they do not lay down their weapons we will kill them. This place has been under terror long enough. Now we must end it." "They are all drunk at the house," she said. "I would suggest that you act now, as quickly as possible. Then there will be a good chance of taking over without any bloodshed." "Thank you, I'll get everybody going right away. Will you join us?" "No. It's not my fight. I have to get going in the direction I was traveling in, when I ran into this place. I have had more than enough of it. Maybe we will meet someday?" She gave him a light kiss on the mouth: "I hope you will marry someone you love -- and that the same will happen to your'selected' bride. All the best!" She gave the horse a few encouraging kicks with her heels -- and moved out of the village. She was not a good rider. In fact, she had never been on a horse, but the creature seemed as eager as her to get away from the place, so it found a pace and a direction by itself. All she had to do was to hang on. She rode until daybreak, and then took the bridle off the horse and let it go. With satisfaction she saw it continue in a different direction than the village. Then found a hideout like she used to and slept till nightfall. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter fourteen** **Maniac...** She walked in the same direction for a couple of nights. The food she had grabbed on her way out of the priest's house began to run out, and she had only one hard bread left. She met some traders, whom she approached with the utmost of care. They were of the general kind and she managed to exchange some of the jewellery and gold she had stolen from the priest for more food. A few cans and some more bread. Late on the fifth night she came upon a strange construction. She almost stumbled on it before recognizing it as not belonging in the forest. It was not a house. Made of a very, very hard material with no cracks -- and the windows were more like tunnels going into the apparently thick walls. The windows looked like eyes half shut, looking out under the greenery. The whole thing was overgrown and full of hanging moss. She slowly crept nearer. It had looked like rain all day, and if she could find an entrance to the place, she would be sheltered for the night. Walking round it, she suddenly heard a loud voice: "Stop! Who goes there? You have a password?" She looked round, but saw nobody. 'Think quickly, girl', she said to herself -- but was all blank. 'Password', what password? Apparently, the voice had become tired of waiting. She heard a rustle in the undergrowth and a small man in a strange torn, and worn green-beige dress, came out. He had a metal hat on his head, similar to an upside-down plate. His grey hair stuck out under the plate and gave him a funny look. He was thin and weathered, but in his hands, he held the oldest and most battered rifle, she had ever seen. Chances were that it functioned, so she did not want to test if it did. "So, another one, that has forgotten the password. What shall the world come to!" He shook his head and began walking around her. In spite of the seriousness of the situation she had a hard time not to burst out laughing. He had two strange, square leather 'boxes' hanging on his chest, by a set of suspenders. His boots were worn open and through one of them his toes stuck out. "Well. You look quite harmless, but apparently you have a short memory? Can't remember the password, eh?" She played along: "No. I am sorry, never did have a very good memory." "Come along anyway. Must get you out of the cold before night and rain starts to fall. By the way have they dropped it yet?" She did not know what he was talking about: "Dropped what?" "You know -- the 'thing' -- his eyes spun around in his head and ended by looking up into the sky." "No, I suppose not," she said. His wrinkles lit up in a big smile: "Good, good. Then there's still time." She followed him down a small gully on the side of the concrete thing and under an arch. Here was a heavy iron door with a very thin, long, horizontal opening almost at the same height as her eyes. At first it was all dark, but then she got used to it. There was light coming from somewhere deep inside, but the way they walked was winding a lot. Finally -- after having passed several open iron doors -- they hall expanded into a large room. There were candles, and furniture -- sparse, but solid and practical looking. "Sit down. You must be tired. I'll get some food, and then you can tell me what you have found out. I rarely get the chance to talk to spies like you. Must be exciting." By now she had realized that he was a raving lunatic. Maybe he had been here for too long. He opened a few tins -- he had a real can opener -- and poured the contents into a large pot. He had some kind of adjustable fire underneath. While he used a spoon in the pot, she walked round the room. All along the walls were piles of clothing and canned food. And also some gadgets, whose use she could not deduce. There seemed to be a kind of logic in the piles. Shortly after he said: "Ah. Food is ready. Here you are." It was a kind of meat stew. Hot and tasty. She tried to eat slowly, but hunger got the best of her. When the plates were half empty, he said: "Well, what's new on the outside?" She improvised again: "Not much. Things are as they have always been, but what are you doing here?" "Keeping watch and being prepared. I have been here an awful long time. They told us to take shelter, and so I did. Found this bunker deserted. It's full of food and stuff for years to come. I am waiting for them." Again, he looked up -- at the concrete ceiling. He shot a finger in the air and made imaginary circles: "They are watching us, you know -- all the time!" "I know," she said. "Hard to move about outside." "..but we will beat them. Just like in The Great Wars. Stand firm, together and resist. Then we will win." She felt sorry for him. Sorry enough not to tell him that it had probably been over most of her lifetime -- and that no one probably won. She began wondering if he had been someplace, he shouldn't -- and that it might have damaged his brain. All of a sudden he changed the subject: "I had a wife, you know. I think she was beautiful. Can't really remember her. She got a nasty decease and died." His head sunk down on his chest. Suddenly she could see that he was an old man. He had taken his funny metal hat off, and she looked straight at his bald head. The clothes seemed too big for him. Made him look like a bird just out of the egg. White hair on the sides going in all directions. He had spots on his head. Nasty looking oval, red spots. Had he also been too close to something, he shouldn't. Suddenly he woke up again: "Have they dropped it yet?" 'Oh no', she thought. Not again. His brain had definitely been damaged beyond repair. "No. I don't think so." "Who are you? I thought you were just in my mind. I see things, you know. Where did you come from?" \- and so, the 'conversation' kept on for a long time, starting over again and again. She decided that even if he had food and shelter, she would rather try her luck outside instead of sharing this place with a madman. She was waiting for him to fall asleep again, so that she could sneak out, when he suddenly jumped up with a scream. "Oh. Sorry. I was dreaming for a while. Who are you?" \- and then the whole thing started again. Suddenly he got a sly look in his wrinkled face: "Will you do as my wife did?" She had absolutely no desire to be his replacement wife, but on the other hand was afraid of what he might do. She decided that he was a lot smaller than her and a lot more fragile, so if he began something, she could fight him off: "Ok. I will." She consented. Curious to find out what he actually meant, but she did check that her knife was in its usual hidden place in her dress. He went to one of the heaps of stuff at the side and came back with a pile of more or less damaged porcelain plates. He put them in front of her: "Throw them on me." She found it more and more puzzling. He had put his tin hat back on, and stepped a few meters away. She took the first plate and threw it at his feet; it shattered in a thousand bits. "No, no, no. You gotta hit me -- and you may scream at me as well, if you like." She tried again. This time the plate hit him on his leg. He screamed a little and curled up. Little by little she got into it, and before she had thrown the last plate, she was screaming and cursing him. When the last plate had gone, he slowly stretched out and said: "That was good. Now will you hold me, while I fall asleep?" She agreed and he crept over to her. She slung her arms around him and hummed a little tune, as she rocked back and forth. Soon he was snoring quietly. She waited and almost fell asleep herself. When she sensed it had been long enough, and that the night outside might be coming soon, she carefully slid away from him. Placed his head gently on a couple of rags, and laid his tin hat beside him. She grabbed a some of the tins and stuck them into a rucksack, she found in one of the piles. There were plenty of them -- more than he would be able to eat -- ever. She also found a metal flask, that she rinsed and tapped some of the water, he had in a large container at the furthest corner of the room. She hoped the cans contained something she could eat without heating. She heard him snore as she went out through the hallway. "Poor man," she thought, and hoped that he would never find out 'if they had dropped it' -- whatever 'it' was. She hoped he would soon die peacefully, at least when he had enough of his senses to eat and take care of himself. Slowly she ventured out into the dusk on her way again. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter fifteen** **Volunteered slavery...** She had been wandering for a very long time. Not with any particular reason or goal. Food had been scarce, and it was raining every night almost. She was cold, dirty and wet through and through. For the past hour or so, she had been lying behind and almost under a tree, seeking a little shelter from the rain, and watching a house further down the road. For the past days the landscape had changed. Suddenly things seemed a lot more organized. There were more fields with grain, and more fruit plantations. All seemed well tended. She became aware that she was entering an area under some sort of organization and peace. She had stayed away from humans. The fruit plantations had provided most of her food, even though sometimes, she had made the old mistake of eating fruit that was not ripe -- and too much of it. Resulting in a day or two of stomach pains and lying low. The place in front of her was clearly some sort of highway inn. It looked pretty and old fashioned. In front there was a pole with a sign. In the dwindling daylight, she had been able to make out the name: 'The Boar's head'. Made her think of food and lots of it. She was on the verge of taking a chance. Experience told her that she should be very careful with chances like this, but she was shaking from the cold and wet. She would get ill if she did not find somewhere to dry up soon. Slowly she crept nearer, Lights shone out of the windows. She got close enough to look inside. It was empty, except for the man behind the bar. He looked like he was reading a book, but was actually half asleep. A strong ray of lightening followed by a tremendous thunder came down on her. At the same time the rain increased in strength. She gave up, ran to the door, pushed it open and went inside, using her back to close it behind her. The man behind the bar looked up. He was round and friendly looking: 'My, my You are wet, my dear. What on earth are you doing outside in this weather.' 'I'm traveling, and got caught by the storm, can I stay here and dry up for a while. I don't have anything to trade.' She thought it better not to reveal her treasure. The remains of the jewellery and gold from the priest. "Of course. Come here and sit by the fire." He directed her to a table and chair very close to the fireplace. It was hot. He threw a few logs in the fire, and used a metal bar to rustle up some flames. Then he went out the back and returned with a large brownish looking blanket. "Here. Put this around you. I'll see if I can find something for you to eat. Then I can probably find a room for you upstairs, where you can spend the night in peace and quiet." "Thank you, Sir. You are most kind." She sneezed. "Bless you." He went out the back again and she could hear him messing around, clanking with pots and pans. A few minutes later he came back. "I am sorry, but you will have to do with some cold cuts. On a night like this there's not much business, so I sent the cook home -- and apart from me being a terrible cook -- he would kill me, if I messed around too much in his kitchen." He put a plate in front of her. There was cheese, bread and something looking like ham. There were even a few carrots. In the mug there was thin ale, spiced with something tasting like a fresh summer day. "Hmm -- thank you again," she said with her mouth full of food. "It's lovely." She took a good swig of the mug: "...and this is absolutely fantastic. Do you make it yourself?" "Yes," he said and straightened his back. "The best ale you'll get for miles around. In fact, the only one, seeing that this place is on the road and far from anything." "Is there no people, village or town nearby?" "No just farms, and they are few and far apart. We mainly cater for travellers and then the farmers around here." "Doesn't it get lonely?" "Not at all. Usually the place is half full, and on weekends crowded, but on a night like this the locals stay at home, and the travellers -- I suppose -- have found other lodgings. It's beginning to look like autumn, so fewer people travel. Summer is our high season -- my, you do have an appetite." He looked at the plate, where she was scooping the last crumbs up with her fingers. He went and got her another filling and more beer. He must be a little lonesome, she thought, since he talks so much, but maybe it was something innkeepers did. When she had finished the second helping, he asked her if she wanted to go upstairs, but she asked him if she could sit a little longer by the fire. She was just getting warm, and the prospects of leaving the warm fire, to go to a room, that might not be just as warm, did not appeal to her. Besides she did not feel sleepy after the two mugs of ale. He went back to his book, behind the counter, and she pulled the blanket over her and sat and watched the fire, as the heat slowly spread in her body. She could hear the thunder slowly moving further and further away, and then the rain stopped. Finally, she felt like falling asleep, and had the innkeeper show her upstairs. He gave her a small room with a bed a chair and a table -- and a small window overlooking

the road in front. The place also had a small iron stove -- and it was warm. He put some more firewood through the little hatch in the front and rattled a handle on the side. She could hear the fire increase. The last thing he said was: "Sleep as long as you like tomorrow, then come down and have some food. We can talk more then." Before the door closed behind the innkeeper, she was fast asleep. She woke when the sun shone straight in her face. It was a rare beautiful day. Only a few dark clouds and some mist in the horizon. There was a washbasin and a jug of tepid water by the wall. She splashed a little here and there, threw the blanket from last night over her, and went downstairs. The place was as empty as last night, but she could hear somebody moving about in the room behind the bar. Shortly after the landlord came out. His round face all smiles: "Ah. You are awake. I trust you have had a good night's sleep, and that the storm outside did not bother you?" "Yes, thank you. I slept wonderfully. Thanks again for taking me in. Would not have liked to have been outside for the night." "Ahem. No, I imagine. Sit down, and I'll get you some breakfast." She crept over to her little corner by the fire. Only a few logs were glowing, but it was still very warm. A few minutes later, she was served a tray with bread, cheese and cow's milk in a glass. This time, she ate slowly and enjoyed the taste. She began thinking of what she would do now. Probably be on her away in an hour or so. Maybe she should ask the landlord if there was something she could do in return? While she sat there thinking, she suddenly heard the noise of horses and people outside. She looked round. Was it too late to run? Probably -- and the innkeeper knew she had been there. Better stay still and try to be as invisible as possible. She pulled the blanket over her head, and sat still. Waiting. Shortly afterwards the door opened and a tall man entered: "Hello, innkeeper. We need fodder for the horses and men. Are you open for business?" "Of course. My cook is on the way. He should have been here by now. So, if you don't mind waiting a little, I'll get you an excellent breakfast." "Will do, bring me some of that cider of yours." He threw down his gloves on a table by the window, and sat down. She looked at him from under her blanket. He was tall, and rather handsome. Had the rough look of someone being on the road a lot, but all in all he looked friendly and unalarming. At first, he had not noticed her, but now when he was seated, his eyes checked the room -- and stopped at her. The innkeeper came with large bottle and a couple of glasses. The stranger pointed at her: "Who is that?" "Oh. It's just a traveller. She is on her way." The stranger waved his hand at her: "Come over here, and let me invite you to a glass of the innkeeper's excellent cider." She was hardly in a position to refuse, so she got up, walked over and sat down. The blanket still tightly around her. He poured a glass for her. "Cheers. Here's to being on the road." As she lifted her cup, the blanket slid down on the chair. His eyes widened when he suddenly saw what had been underneath. "Ahhh. Such beauty, and you hide it away in an old blanket?" She blushed. "I was cold." She pulled the blanket up again and regretted she had not done more to follow Granny's advice. She had washed and was relatively clean and she knew that her dress did little to hide her figure, and did not want him to get any ideas. The Innkeeper came over and wiped the table with a cloth, and then placed some more glasses on the table. She looked up. His eyes went from looking at her, to a quick look at the door -- several times. He did not look happy. He wanted her out of there, that was clear. She had to find an excuse to go -- and fast. Suddenly the door opened again, and two other men came in. They took the table nearest the door, sat down and motioned to the innkeeper to get served. "Have you come far?" He looked intensely into her eyes. "Yes, quite a way. What about you?" "We're just on our way home. Not very far. A few days from here. Looking forward to get home." "May I ask, what your business has been?" She asked, looking up at him again. 'I've been hunting -- I suppose you knew that, when you saw me come in?' She felt her skin prickle and the cold creeping up her body. She also felt the blood leaving her face. "Don't worry. I hunt mainly for food. I am not a professional slave hunter, but I've got two girls and a man with me at this time. One girl was left in a burned-out ruin of what I believe had been her home. The other one joined us of her own will to get protection and probably seek a sheltered life at my home town. The man was badly hurt and lying by the wayside -- so you see: I do not particularly hunt for slaves, but pick the occasional one up now and then -- mainly for their own good -- and of their own free will." He smiled at her -- and nodded his head a few times. Somehow, she felt like, she wanted to believe him. "So, if I were in peril, you would chain me up and take you home to help me from a worse faith?" "You might say that. It is dangerous times and unsafe on the road. Many people disappear or come to harm these days." While they had been talking, she had quietly slid her knife out from the little secret pocket, and was no holding it under the table. She was not going to let herself being caught once more. "I'll tell you what, my dear. You can come out and talk to my 'catch' and then see if it is not to your advantage to join us. I can assure you, that my men and I are totally trustworthy, and no harm will come to you. After all, if you decide to come with us, I would be interested to get you to the market in as good a shape as possible, to be able to get a good reward, and get you a place, where you would be satisfied. I do not want to use a lot of time in getting you in shape and then not being able to find you the best owner and the best position." "Will you chain and abuse me?" "Chains -- yes. Abuse -- no. Again, I would need you in as good a shape as possible, but I think it will be a small price to pay: Your freedom against being protected from any mischief on the road -- AND the prospect of a secure and pleasant future. I would personally keep an eye on you in a foreseeable future, and secure that you are happy -- after all I have my reputation. The chains are just for show, so that if we meet other slave hunters on the road, they will not misunderstand things." At these last words he sat up in the seat and looked formidably. "Ok -- I will go and have a look with you". She got up, pulled the blanket around her, and in one movement slid her arm around his waist. With her other arm, she stuck the knife in between his ribs. Just enough for him to feel the point. She whispered: "Now. Slowly and friendly towards the door -- or else." He smiled and slowly walked with her to the door and outside. There he smiled at her: "There's no reason for that. I am not going to do anything to you against you will. As I said before." To one side of the Inn stood the men's horses, and against the wall, the 2 women and the man they had captured were sitting. Naked of course, and with shining, metal cuffs and collars -- but nothing on their ankles. Their collars were connected with thin chains, but they seemed relaxed and were talking between themselves. She noticed that they looked healthy and free from whip marks or other damages. She released her grip on the man, and slid the knife back in its hiding place. He said. "Sorry, but the chef has not come in yet. As soon as he is here, I'll get you some breakfast. This is...?" "Thirty six", she answered quickly. He smiled. "Strange name, but anyway. She might want to join us, so I thought you could have a talk with her, while we wait for the food." Then he turned to her: "Here's the keys to the restraints. You can do what you like." "Thank you." He rummaged in one of the saddle bags, and threw two cuffs and a collar on the ground. "This is for you, should you decide to join us. I'll be back later." He turned and walked back to the door. She sat down and soon they chatted like they had known each other for years. They told tales of abuse, terror and violence, but also spoke well of the men, that now had them in their custody. They answered all her questions frankly: Where they whipped, abused, mistreated in any way -- and they all answered positive to her questions. The hardly noticed that the chef came up the road, but looked up, when the two companions came out a little later with real plates, real cutlery and steaming bacon, eggs and bread for all of them. They also got a ceramic flask with cider and wooden cups. After they had eaten, she got up, pulled her dress off, folded it nicely on the ground, laid her knife on top and turned to the others: "Now. You gotta help me with this." She picked up one of the cuffs, and began mounting it on her wrist. Soon she had locked the cuffs and collar in place (with good help from the others). It was a totally different quality that the ones she had worn before. These had a lining of a different material. Black and smooth and felt almost good against the skin. No hard edges and generally very comfortable -- if one could use that word in connection with restraints. She had never imagined, she would do anything like this of her own free will, but the security of this company and the promise of being brought to a safe place had convinced her. She was tired of roaming round by herself and trying to avoid dangers. When he reappeared at the door, and began walking towards them, she got up and smiled as she noticed the look in his face. His eyes going up and down her naked body. "I've decided to join you little group," she said and turned her back to him, holding her wrists together on her back and stretching them out towards him. "I say. I hope you will be satisfied. It will be a pleasure to have you with us," He clicked the cuffs together. "You will have to be last in the row for now." He fished a chain out of his saddlebag and connected her to one of the other collars. Then took her clothes, book and knife and stuck them in one of his saddlebags. "I'll give you your things back later. " He proceed to lock the cuffs on the rest of them as they got up and offered their wrists, then picked up the plates, cutlery and flask. "One moment. Then we will be on our way." She had turned once and looked back, when they were going down the road from the inn, and she thought she saw the innkeeper looking out from one of the windows on the first floor. She could not see the expression on his face, but thought she saw him lift a hand and wave. They walked in a pleasant pace for about two hours. Then had a short stop, something to drink and time to relieve themselves in the nearest bush -- unlocked from their restraints - and then they moved on. For lunch, they all had stale bread, water and an apple. The men had exactly the same as them. One more short stop during the afternoon, and then a two hour walk to the place where they camped for the night. A sheet was strung out between some trees, and another one on the ground. Their cuffs were unhitched -- and they settled under the sheet. A small fire was lit, and the men started preparing dinner. It was frugal, she thought: One pot over the fire, dried meat and rice in water, and then it was made to boil. Just next to her place, she noticed some wild thyme, which she picked, and then asked one of the men to put in the pot. It greatly improved the taste -- to everyone's amazement. After dinner, their feet were inspected. One of the women had a nasty cut underneath one foot, and it was carefully bandaged. Then they went to sleep. The men taking turns to keep watch during the night. Next morning, they had dry bread and some hard cheese, coffee and water, and then camp was broken and they were on their way once again. The girl with the bandage rode behind one of the men on his horse for the whole day. They sure did take care of them, she thought. When they camped for the night, and the leader was releasing their hands, she asked if she could have an escort and go out for a while. He probably thought she was going to relieve herself, so she was released and accompanied by one of the others, she ventured out into the undergrowth around them. Soon she found some edible mushrooms, some berries and with her hands dug out some sweet roots -- on top of that, she found a few more spicy leaves. The escort became more and more amazed as she loaded his pockets with her finds. He did stay alert though and constantly looked round for movement and sounds around them. Back at the camp, she asked him to borrow a knife. Very reluctantly he handed her his knife. She smiled: "Don't worry. I am not going to use it on you." Remembering the skills, the old blacksmith had thought her, she quickly cut everything into even, small squares -- using a log as support for her cutting. She was swift and secure with the knife, and the men all stopped whatever they were doing, and looked on in amazement. She put the things in the pot, timed so that everything would be just right at the same time. The mushrooms she cleaned with her fingers, pulled the bark of a few long, thin twigs with her teeth, strung the mushrooms on the end, and stuck the twigs into the ground so that they would get roasted by the fire. Then she wiped the knife in the grass and handed it back to the man. "You're certainly a resourceful young woman", the leader said as he gave her a warm smile. "Just wait and see if you like the menu, before you praise me, Sir," she responded. However, there were a lot of reasons for praise. The food was so much tastier, than the last dinner, they had had. And everyone ate to their hearts content. For the rest of the trip, she went scavenging for food and did most of the cooking. Every day managing to make the same dried meat and the same rice taste a little different -- and a little better. One day, one of the men shot a rabbit that suddenly jumped up and ran across the road in front of them. Here again, she excelled. She skinned the animal perfectly, parted it into different pieces and -- even with only one pot to her disposal -- managed to use everything from the animal. (some of it she put into a hole in the ground, filled with embers from the fire and wrapped in leaves, thus getting a kind of roast out of it). The men and her companions praised her and one of them loudly expressed the sadness of their trip soon coming to an end, when he would be returning to his usual food. During the days, one of the men often walked with them for hours while his horse followed in a leash. Sometimes one of them would sing a song, sometimes one would tell a story to pass time. Apart from their chained state, it was a very jolly company working its way towards the end target. From time to time one of the men could not control himself, and a hand got a little too close to a butt or a breast, but every time the leader's eyes turned dark -- and he starred at the man for a long while. His eyes drilling holes in the culprit. The man responsible for this little 'incident' usually seemed to grow very small under the look of the leader. She noticed (again) that he was not a man to be opposed. The landscape became surprisingly civilized. They passed a lot of fields and some of them even had simple windmills to pull water up from a clean looking stream to the fields. Most of the water they encountered was relatively clear and now and then they passed farmhouses and people working the fields. More and more travellers also passed in both directions. None of them showing any particular interest in their little convoy. One day she could see a city in the distance. At first like a mirage in the morning fog, but later she could distinguish buildings. As they drew neared traffic increased in both directions. The place definitely looked organized. Just after noon, the walked up to a 'town-gate'. It was a simple wood construction with a large double door in the middle. There were automatic weapons and guards everywhere, but they seemed to know their captors. Friendly remarks and jokes flew back and forth. Inside the city, it looked like The Priest's village: Most of the houses they passed were either ruins or apparently being restored. Some of them looked like they had been designated to be spare parts for other houses. As they walked on the houses became more 'whole', but looked like they had been assembled from different parts. The roof would be two coloured, or two materials: Straw in one end and tiles in the other. A few, but only a few houses were more than one storey high. They came to a long, low concrete building and were led into a door in one end. Inside there was a flat wall to one side, and a series small rooms with iron bars from floor to ceiling. Each room had a door made of the same iron bars. From the other end of the long hallway two men approached and greeted them. As they walked along, she looked into the small cells on one side. Each of them contained a naked man or woman. Some of them looked rather poorly, and some almost as fresh as themselves. Halfway down they came to an empty cell, and their captors and the two guards unhitched her from the back of the line, undid her collar and cuffs, and ushered her inside. Just before the door closed, the leader of their captors grabbed her shoulder and put his mouth close to her ear: "Stay calm. You will be alright here. I will come to check up on you." Then he pushed her gently further inside, turned and walked out. Although the lock was turned shut by one of the guards at the place, she did not feel the least bit afraid. She listened as each of her companions was locked into the next couple of cells. Then she heard the leader again: "I don't want you to snatch our working tools." Apparently to the guard. She pressed her head against the bars and could see them down the hall. She saw him collect the iron and hand it to one of the other men. "Now, you give me the tokens, and the right ones. I know what mine looks like, so don't get it messed up." "..but..Sir..I never tried to cheat on you. You know that!" "Yes, but one time has to be the first, and the one in cell 14 in particular, I want to have full value for. She's a rare beauty, and you tell your smelly guards to keep their hands off her. If you need to have fun, you can go to the workers barracks, but leave my stock alone!" His voice was calm, and low, but had an ominous tone to it. No doubt he meant what he said and apparently, he had the prestige or powers to put behind them. "Yes..yes..of course. We never touch the slaves here." "Just don't get any ideas. I will hear about it -- and then you will hear about it!" "Yes, Sir." "Now here's the gold for their food and care. Make sure they are in good shape and looking fine. If you run out of anything, you contact me at once. I'll be home for the next period of time." "Yes, Sir." Then they walked out, slammed the door and the place went silent. She looked round. It was a concrete little room. The only window was almost up under the ceiling, and she could not get up and look out. Even if she could somehow manage to remove or cut the two heavy crossbars embedded in the windowsills, it was too small for even her to creep through. In one corner, she had a toilet basin a little square, rough concrete box, with a round hole in the middle; in the other side of the room was a concrete 'bed' with a clean smelling blanket and pillow in some rough material. In the centre there was a drain. That was all. She measured the room. It was four paces long and three across. Then she sat down on the bed and waited. She did not have to wait long. After a few minutes a guard came down the hall, and she could hear water splashing. When he came to her cell, he stood outside and sprayed cold water on her with a hose, ordering her to turn around once in a while. Soon she was wet and cold through and through. When he was satisfied that the road dust had been rinsed off, he turned the hose off and left her dripping on the floor. The next thing that happened was another guard come by and held a towel through the bars. She quickly grabbed it. Did not want it to get wet by falling to the floor. She put it on the bed after use. Finally, she was issued a stack of soft tissues. Apparently to use with the toilet in the corner. She arranged things, wound one blanket around her and sat in the corner on the bed trying to get dry and warm. Her teeth clattering in her mouth from the cold 'bath'. They had a good supper: Bread and some meat and a big glass of pure looking water. As soon as night fell, the place darkened, the only lights were the guard's lamps, when they occasionally passed up and down the hallway. She did not care. She was exhausted from the long walk, and laid down on the hard concrete on one of the blankets, drew the other one over her and fell asleep immediately. A few days passed, quite uneventful except another group came in one afternoon. They were led past her cell and locked in a series of cells further down the hall. The place was filling up with human'stock'. She noticed as this group passed her, that they were in just as bad a shape as she herself had been by her first captors: They had whip marks all over, cuts and bruises on their feet and their captors smelled and looked unclean -- even at a distance. **** **36** by o_girl © **Chapter sixteen** **Sold....** On the third morning, she heard noises from the end of the hallway. Shortly afterwards a naked and cuffed woman was led by two guards past her cell. After a relatively short while, they came back, but this time the woman seemed almost unconscious as they passed. She heard cell doors open and close, and another woman was led past her. Same thing happened again: Shortly afterwards the came back almost carrying the woman between them. Then a naked man was led past her cell. He looked equally slack as he was dragged past. On his way back This kept repeating, and the noises of the cell doors got closer and closer, unto they were outside her door. "Come here. Turn and let me have your hands." She obliged and felt the cold iron against her wrists. Then they opened the door, grabbed her by her upper arms and frogmarched her down the hall to the door at the far end. Outside was a walled, small courtyard with a stone staircase at one side, and a small building in the corner. They took her to the little building, and she recognized the look and smell of a blacksmith -- and indeed -- they were greeted by a friendly looking, big man in a leather apron. The building having a low ceiling and the only light coming from the open double, wooden doors and the glowing forge in one side. In the middle of the room was a heavy wooden table -- looking well worn. They turned her back to the table and asked her to sit up. Helped her by lifting her up and pushing her on to the table top. She sat there with her legs dangling in the air. From behind someone pushed a blindfold over her head, and darkness enclosed her. A hand was placed behind her head, and a voice said: "Please open your mouth." Seeing no way to avoid doing this, she complied. "More please. As wide as you can." She opened wider, and very quickly her mouth was pressed even further open by a wet, leathery tasting ball. It was pressed as far in as it could go. She tried to push it out, but realized that -- even without any further restraints -- it would stay inside, keeping her jaws stretched to the maximum till someone decided to pull it out again. Her hands were unlocked only to be relocked in front of her, and then many hands helped her lie down. Her arms were pulled over her head and her wrists were tied to something under the table. Then she felt cuffs being put on her ankles and -- with a rattling sound, her legs were forced up and out. They stopped when her buttocks lost contact with the table. "So! We are ready!" She heard someone say. A hand grabbed her nose and pulled her head backwards. She was sure it was the blacksmith as it smelled of oil and iron. Something was pressed inside her nostrils, and a sharp, terrible pain came from the wall between her nostrils. She gave a muffled scream from the pain behind the ball. Then her left nipple was pinched an rolled between some fingers, followed by another very sharp pain. Many hands held her and her only option was to try and scream. She had never experienced a pain like that. A few minutes later, the process was repeated on her right nipple. Then they moved down and held on to her legs -- her most intimate part was'massaged' brutally -- and a couple of fingers pushed the hood over her clit back. Then grabbed hold of her clit. She had not thought anything could be more painful than whatever it was they had done to her nipples, but this time the pain almost made her faint. They did not give her time to recover at all. Quickly her ankles and hands were released, she was turned, her legs spread on the ground and tied to the legs of the table. Her hands stretched out in front of her, and someone held it tight so her possibility for movement was absolutely non-existing. Someone wiped her left buttock with a damp cloth. She could smell the spirit. A short pause followed. Then she actually fainted for a short moment. Coming to herself, an unbearable pain radiated from the side of her left buttock and she could smell her own burning flesh. Later she did not know if she had heard the hissing sound as a glowing iron was pressed against the skin of her buttock, or if she just fainted from the pain. Fact is that she hardly realized they released her, took the gag and the blindfold off, and more or less carried her back to her cell. As she collapsed on the bunk, she heard them take the girl next to her and march her off. She drifted in and out of consciousness as she heard the clanking of cell doors as the men and women inside were taken one by one to have the same treatment as her. She did not know for how long, she was lying there, but as she slowly came round, she carefully felt her body. In her nose, nips and clit, they had mounted large, shiny steel rings, and on her left buttock, she had a deep, crusted burn in the shape of a decorative 'S' inside a ring. She dozed again sensing from time to time that a woman was near, cleaning around the rings and wiping her forehead. She was probably out for a couple of days. Sensing now and again the same woman coming in and rinsing the wounds in her nose, nipples and clit, and carefully dapping the burn on her buttock. The woman also tried to spoon-feed her with hot soup from time to time. Finally, she was out of the fever -- and the pain had turned to a slow, hot throbbing from the points were the iron went through her skin. The mark on her buttock had a nasty looking crust to it. She had plenty of time to examine herself and her new 'adornments'. In the beginning, she felt the full weight of the rings in her nipples and clit, and -- to her surprise -- found that she felt aroused every time, she moved just a little. Slowly she got used to it, and after another couple of days, she hardly noticed the metal weighing her down. The pain in her buttock also faded away, and the crust came off in small pieces. Every day -- several times a day, she was visited by the woman who carefully cleaned her. The only permanent irritant was the nose-ring. She felt like she had a stuffed nose and breathed more or less through her mouth most of the time. Besides the slightly irritating feeling of the ring on her upper lip seemed to be the only thing that would not go away. One day the leader appeared again outside her cell. "Hello." He said in a very small voice. She jumped up from her bed: "You! -- look what they have done to me. You knew! You betrayed me!" She took the mug from the floor and threw it at him. It went through the bars and he just managed to duck so that it hit the back wall with a loud noise and then fell to the floor behind him. "S...Sorry..." he almost whispered. "You'd better be! What else have you not told me?" "Nothing. I supposed that this was a small price to pay to be safe and secure. I hope you will come to realize that in time, and not be mad at me." She composed herself. "I suppose you are right -- but you could have told me!" "If I had, would you then had come along?" She pondered that for a short while. "Probably not." "See! I promised I would take care of you. Trust me. I will!" "Not sure how trustworthy you are after this -- but I suppose I have no choice. You are not going to let me out of here and escort me to the city limits I suppose?" "No. Not now. Just stay calm, and follow whatever happens the next couple of days. Then you will be ok -- I promise you!" "Don't have much choice -- do I?" "I suppose not --but you can let things just happen or you can make a racket -- the result will be the same, so I suggest you take it easy and see what happens -- by the way: my name is Robert." "I'm still thirty-six", she said. Then he picked her cup up from the floor and put it just by the bars for her to reach, nodded his farewell, and went to the next cell to talk to the other woman, he had brought in. Every day they were asked to throw their blankets and the soft cloths for the toilet into the hall, and then the guards hosed them down. Even though it was unpleasant and cold, it still made them clean. Once in a while a new group came by and gradually the cells were filled with more naked prisoners. Male and female. She heard them being led off to the smith, and heard them being dragged back -- and had a few sleepless nights as they were moaning. Otherwise nothing happened for a long time. The girl on her left -- the one she had been hitched to on the convoy -- did not speak any English -- and the male on her right never answered her whispering calls for conversation. Sometimes it was like a zoo. Well-dressed people would walk the hallway and look in at the prisoners. Some would just stand there for a while before moving on, some would give her a quick glance, while others -- the kind she found worst -- would start to discuss her body openly like she was not present or could not understand them. She kept quiet and stayed on her bed -- unless one of the accompanying guards asked her to stand, turn etc. She thought that all her troubles had only brought her to the same state as if she had stayed on the island. She was going to be auctioned off to some family that would use her for whatever they felt like. At least at the island she had known that her end destination had been something to do with childcare -- but here she could deduce from some of the comments that they also looked at her as a 'worker' for whatever work, they might have. She was sure it was not particularly pleasant to be sold as a worker. One elderly couple had stood in front of her cell for a long time. Not speaking, just standing there. Made her feel very uncomfortable. The next day they came back. There had been the usual slow stream of passers- by, and suddenly they stood outside her cell accompanied by a guard. The guard told her to come to the door, turn around and place her hands on her back. The usual iron cuffs went on and secured her hands behind her back. Then he unlocked the door and stepped in. He had a riding crop in one hand, but it did not look like he was going to use it without reason. They all Stepped inside. As the guard ordered her around, the elderly couple examined her, feeling her muscles, squeezing here and there, making her sit and spread her legs, looked at the hard skin under her feet, her sex (which the man opened with two fingers and looked interested into), her buttocks and anal opening -- her mouth and teeth. Just like one would examine a piece of livestock at a market. She let them. If she had resisted they would have examined her anyway -- and it would just have given her more restraints and probably a few welts on her skin from the guard's crop. The woman asked a lot of questions. Clearly the guard did not know many answers. The woman wanted to know if she was skilled in anything, could speak more than English and so on. Unfortunately, all the guard knew was her physical details. No one bothered to ask her directly -- and she did not volunteer any remarks or answers. Finally, they left. The guard released her and locked the door. She took a few deep breaths. Not sure if she would like them to acquire her or not -- but knowing she would not be asked. As the days went by more people came a second time, and a repetition of the first examination took place again and again. She was almost getting into the habit of being groped and fondled and examined -- and took it all without saying a word. Then one morning she heard a lot of commotion outside. From early morning till night. One guard -- one that were a little friendlier than the rest and often gave them extra food, came by. She stuck her arm out between the bars to call his attention. "What's going on?" She whispered at him. "It's market day. They are selling of the worker slaves first. You turn will be tomorrow or the day after. Don't worry. At least you will be out of here." The next morning, she was woken very early -- before sunrise -- by the usual hosing down by a guard, followed by a man in a white coat. He inspected her top to bottom, and ticked off a lot of things on his clipboard. He only spoke in short sentences, ordering her to stand, sit, lie down, spread her legs, open her mouth and so on. Finally, he turned to the guard: "This one is healthy and in perfect order." They locked again and went to the next door along the corridor. Shortly after, the same woman that had treated her wounds came by. She brought a tray with a flask and some soft cloths. Asked her to stand and then began oiling her body from head to toe with a nice smelling olive oil. Carefully she massaged it into every nook and cranny in her body and soon she was shining in the semi darkness. When the woman had almost finished a guard came in, cuffed her hands on her back and clicked a short chain in her nose. He let the other end of the chain hitch to an iron hook on the wall, just above her head. Then they both left, and left the door open. The sheet which the white-coated man had used for his notes were hung on the bars of the door. She was used to waiting, but a little annoyed that she had to stand, and that even though the chain from her nose to the hook had no locks on it, it was quite impossible for her to reach it. It did not matter that the door was open she had to stay within a short radius of the chain anyway. At last there was action further down the corridor, and eventually they got to her. A procession of naked bodies passed her cell slowly. Then stopped. A couple of guards led her out. The chain from her nose was wound once round the neck of the last girl in the procession and locked with a crude padlock. and a minute later she felt a chain going around her neck, and being locked at her back. The padlock scraping on the skin under the back of her neck. She looked back. It was the young man from the cell next door. She noticed that his nipple rings were smaller, but he had a considerable bigger ring in through the opening of his penis and out through the skin under it. Must have been really painful, she thought. His nose-ring seemed the same size as her. The corridor was soon filled by a long row of naked men and women, connected via their noses to each other and with their hands locked on their backs. All cleaned and oiled and shining in the semi-darkness of the hallway. The room echoing the many chains rattling as the chained persons moved slightly. When the guards had completed the line, they were ordered forward, out though the end door and over the yard outside. To a stone staircase at the end of the small square. She noticed that there was no smoke from the blacksmith hut and it seemed cold and deserted. Probably they only used it for marking the prisoners. The first in line were unhitched and led by her nose-ring/chain up the stairs and round a wall at the top. There was no doubt as to what took place on the other side of that wall. She could clearly hear the humming of a lot of

people, and a man's voice ring out over it. First praising the girl that had gone up, then shouting out the bids as the price for her increased, ending with a "First-second-third -- sold to Carpenter Jones." Then the next was unhitched from the line and led up, and they all moved a few steps forward. Eventually it was her turn. "Might as well get this over with", she thought to herself and stepped lightly after the man holding her chain. It was quite a surprise, when she came around the wall at the top. She had not seen so many people in one place ever, and they were all looking at her. The auctioneer was standing on her left, behind a small, wooden box. The gavel ready in his hand. At first, she looked down, but then something inside her made her straighten her back, lift her head, and look straight out over the crowd. They were not going to intimidate her. "Here we have a dark-haired beauty. In her best age -- and brought in by Master Robert, so this is quality. Note the fine muscles and the elegant figure." The man holding her chain walked her back and forth a few times at the front of the platform. Then he hitched the chain from her nose to a post in the middle, turned her by holding her by the hips, so that she was facing the crowd. The price was in gold, and the auctioneer started at one hundred grams as usual. At the beginning she did not hear what was called out, but looked at the crowd trying to figure out, who was bidding. Suddenly she went cold. The nasty slave trader, she had escaped stood right down the front with his crew. They had obviously both recognized each other. He was bidding wildly and looking at her. His look told her that it would definitely not be a pleasant experience if he won the bidding. He seemed determined and his bids came almost before he had been overbid. She closed her eyes and hoped that he would not be able to follow the bidding up. There were others just as eager as him. She saw Robert bidding, but stopping, when the price reached 800 grams and turning away with a sad look. The nasty slave trader still followed the bidding. The place started turning for her eyes and she thought she would faint. "Please, please," she kept saying in her mind "Not him." A sigh went through the crowd as the bidding reached 1050. Now the increase was but ten grams at a time, and he was still in. Suddenly a high voice was heard from the extreme back: '1500!' A deep sigh went through the crowd. Then silence. The slave trader was chewing his beard. It was getting out of his league. She hoped he would stop. The auctioneer called out: "First, second -- no one -- fifteen hundred has been bid for this beauty of a girl -- last chance everybody -- third, sold. To the Household of the Lord of The Manor." Her legs were shaking when they led her down. The last look from the slave trader had told her that she had an enemy -- and that he would not forget her. Down the front of the platform, she was met by...Robert, and he was paying at the cashier. He smiled when he saw her. "You were a bit more expensive than I thought," he said. "But I still get my commission for bringing you in in the first place." She looked down as the end of the chain was transferred from her keeper to Robert. Suddenly the Slave-trader appeared, and he was definitely not in a good mood. "You cheated me out of a slave, Sir Robert!" He grunted. "She is rightfully mine!" "I don't see that, Fish. I found her in the wilderness, and brought her in." "...but I had her first. She managed to escape from my party!" "Well, well. It is not my problem that you cannot hold on to your catch, and you better keep quiet about it. You might ruin you good reputation. I found her as free as a bird, and she choose to let med take her in. Now I have paid for her in full at an honest auction, so I do not see why I should let her over to you?" The trader made a few faces. Stood for a long while looking straight in Roberts eyes, then suddenly turned on his heels and walked off with his crew. "I hope this is the last we will see of him," Robert said. "I do not particularly like his kind. His slaves are always in a very poor condition and has to stay longer in the stockade to be ready for auction. He is a nasty piece of work." She said nothing but noticed that she had grown cold all over during their verbal exchange. "Come. I had better bring you home." He led her by the chain through the crowd and down an equally crowded street. The shouts of the auctioneer slowly faded as they walked away. Again, not many people noticed them. A few young boys snickered and pointed at her naked body - still shining from the oiling, but most just went about their business as they passed. She held her head high, and walked with as much pride as she could muster behind him. Their walk ended at a large house, almost a palace-like thing with guards at the door. "Well. Here I live. I had better show you to mother first. Then we will figure out what to do with you." He smiled. Reassuring her again. After having gone through the front door, across a courtyard and up a lot of stairs and through a lot of doors, they came to a large hall-like room. At the end an elderly, formidable woman was sitting at a large table. "Hello. Mum. Look what I bought!" She looked up and down the naked body. "Another one! You'll ruin us. What do we need another slave for you silly boy?" "I thought she could start in the kitchen. There's a vacant spot as housemaid there." "Hmfr! Very well. Take her down there and get her settled -- and in God's name get her some clothes. I can't stand so much youth and beauty in my presence. Reminds me of my own age and state of decay!" "Very well, mother." "Now get her out of my sight so I don't think of all the gold, you spread around -- you silly boy." He gave the chain a slight pull, and she followed him out of the hall. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter seventeen** **A new life....** As soon as the door closed behind them, he said: "Mummy is not that bad. She likes to make a first impression of being a tough old bat, but it usually does not last." She still said nothing. As many stairs and corridors, they had walked to get up to his mother, as many steps -- or more -- did it take to go down to the kitchen. Somewhere along the road he stopped, unhitched and released her of the cuffs on her back and took the chain out of her nose-ring, which made her sneeze -- and both of them laugh. After their last decent they walked along a long corridor. The stone walls being part of the foundation of the place, and the windows high up, just under the ceiling, casting long rays of sun with dust particles in across the corridor. The noises of pots and pans became louder and louder as they moved towards the end of the corridor. Robert stepped in front of her and opened the door. The kitchen was big and steamy. A lot of people went to and fro and stirred and cut and worked. All overseen by a fat man with a funny tall, white hat on his head. He turned as they came in. "Now Sir Robert. You know the rule! No nudity in my kitchen! Much to many hot and spraying things around!" "I know -- but I have just come from the market -- with our new housemaid, and you know they do not sell anything in clothes. You will have to find her something appropriate." The chef looked quickly up and down her body. "Well she looks far too good to be a housemaid. Can you work, woman? And what's your name?" She had blushed and looked down at this -- yet another inspection -- now she looked up. "Yes, Sir. I can work, but you need to teach me what I should do -- and my name is thirty-six!" The chef shook his head and chuckled. "Well, well. Now I have seen and heard that as well! I suppose you have reasons for that name -- but we have never had a lucky number employed here -- suppose one time has to be the first. Welcome, dear." He turned, and his voice that had been dark and low till now, suddenly boomed like a church bell over all the other noises: "Sophia! Come her. Now!" A small, grey-haired, elderly woman with her hair in a bun on top of her head appeared out of nowhere and came rushing across the kitchen. "Yes, Chef!" "This is your new housemaid. She claims her name is thirty-six. Take her and get her installed and ready. We have a big party tonight as you know. All the usual houseguests being in town for the market and expecting to be fed and entertained at Sir Robert's expense!" The woman also gave her body a quick, inspecting look up and down a few times. Squeezing her eyes tight as two little slits. "I see. You'd better come with me then...ehhh....thirty-.six." She turned and started walking in the same, fast pace. Without being able to say anything to Sir Robert or the chef, she trotted along as fast as she could. Following the little lady. The kitchen was huge and steamy. A lot of people worked at counters and pots and pans. As she stepped after the grey-haired tornado, she noticed more than one curious set of eyes upon her. The woman in front of her was wearing something resembling a monk's cowl, and in the same earthy-brown colour she had seen so many wear in the village. The hood on the back swung from side to side as she walked and she could see how slim and narrow her waist was by the rope belt going round her two times. She wore simple sandals on her feet. At the end of the kitchen, the woman opened another heavy door -- and they entered a shorter hallway. This one dark and only lit by some oil lamps or torches hanging at regular intervals along the walls. Along both sides were similar, heavy doors -- all open. As they passed, the woman shouted in through a door. "Isabella. Here. Now!" and then a little further down into another door: "Eve. Here. Now!" The result was two women -- in the same brownish cowl appearing from the doors and following close behind them. At the end of the corridor, another similar door opened into a small room with stone arches as ceiling. The woman turned round: "You may call me Mistress -- and now we have to get you cleaned up and ready. You will start immediately as it is one of our busiest nights tonight. Sit down!" She pointed to a solid oak chair with no armrests in the middle of the room. "Eve you can cut her hair. Isabella, here's the key. Go find the poor creature some clothes and a pair of sandals. Preferably something the right size." She dumped into the chair. The woman smiled at her. "Welcome thirty-six. If you behave, know your place and do as you are told, you will be quite happy here, if not you will be miserable. I will personally see to that! Understand?" "Yes, Mistress." Her hair had been growing out unevenly since Granny had given her the slobby haircut. Now Eve started on it with first a pair of scissors, making large locks fall to the floor. After that, she made a thick foam with a stick of soap in a tin washbasin, administered a fat layer on her head, and used a very sharp tool to remove the last of her hair. She noticed that both Eve and Isabella had very, very short hair, but were wearing a sort of open cap on top of their heads. Eve did not speak during the whole operation, but in the end said: "Mistress likes us to have very, very short hair, so we will not accidentally leave a long hair in the food -- and she says it makes us less attractive and more inconspicuous. Thus sparing us from men's hungry eyes and desires." She could relate to that. Somewhat the same idea Granny had had -- and she was grateful not to have to play an idiot as well. She noticed Eve had a ring in her nose -- just like the one she herself wore, and she thought she could just sense the ring sin her nipples, when she moved in the cowl. When all her hair had gone, Eve made her sweep it up and put it into a bag, explaining that hair was always good for stuffing children's pillows, so her hair would not just be discarded. She took the cloth Eve gave her, and wiped her now almost totally bald head dry. While she had had her haircut, Eve had put a hose into a large basin in the floor -- and the basin was now about half filled with water. Isabella now came back with a pile of clothes that she put on the chair 36 had just risen from. Then they went out, but came back quickly. This time carrying a large wooden barrel between them on a cross-bar on their shoulders. Steam rose up from the barrel. They emptied this hot water into the bowl -- added a delicious smelling oil from a few earthenware flasks, used their hands to stir the water -- and told her to get in. The water was not overly hot, but nice and warm -- and the scent rose into her nostrils. They gave her a hand-sized knot of wooden shavings -- and a bar of soap, told her to clean up and left her alone. She was happy to be able to wash off the oil and the dust that had settled in it from when she had been taken from her cell to the house. When the water began to get cold and she had scrubbed everything clean, she rose from the bath feeling clean and fresh -- and sensing she now smelled of the perfume that had been in the water. She sorted the things on the chair. It was a cowl like the rest of them was wearing, a heavy rope as a belt, a small open cap for her head -- and a pair of simple sandals: Just a leather sole and then straps. One across her big toe, some over her feet and then small way up her leg. She tried making a knot like she had seen the others do. When she had almost finished Isabella and Eve came back. "Nice. Now you look almost civilized! Come We will show you what we will have to do." On their way out through the kitchen she was again subject to many looks, but ignored them and just trotted along after the girls. At the end of the kitchen was a long counter. Isabella pointed at the end of the counter. "Here at this end, the chefs place the food that has to go up. Usually we just take it and carry it upstairs and serve it. If there's anything that has to be done more than that, we will tell you and some of us will do it as you watch and learn. When you come down with the empties, you place them nicely piled at the other end of the counter. Is that clear?" It seemed simple enough, so she nodded. Eve took her by the arm, and they went upstairs. After a few staircases and a corridor, the entered a very big hall with a long U-shaped, solid table dominating it. "When you come in here with things, Mistress will be right inside the door. She will give your load a quick check and then you serve. You do not talk or answer anybody but stay absolutely still -- no matter what. Except in the unlikely situation that any on the big end of the table talks to you. There Sir Robert and his family will be seated. You start serving at their end and work your way down the sides. You are expected to keep check on who has been given food, so you fill up the two sides simultaneously. If you see any empties, you take them along on your way back. You must be quick and hurry all the time. They need to get served as fast as possible, while the food is hot -- and they all need to get their food at the same time if possible. If somebody spills anything, there will be a pile of cloths at the tables along the wall. You discretely help them out any way you can." She nodded and looked round the big room. She had never been in a hall this big. Not even the biggest rooms on the island could compare to this size. Eve spoke again: "We are to be as invisible as possible, and make sure everybody is happy, fed properly, and has a nice clean table in front of them. You understand?" She nodded again. Eve brought her to one of the side tables. Showed her the pile of cloths for cleaning up -- and the small pieces of white linen that could be used over the tablecloth in case someone made a spot on the original tablecloth. She also showed her how to do this. 36 was attentive and tried to remember all the information, she was given. It seemed to be relatively easy - and she was used to being a silent shadow from all her wanderings in the wild. At one point she looked up, and on the wall right in front of her was a mirror. She could not help laughing. What she saw was a boy with a round head and no hair. Had it not been for the two bulges in front of her chest, she would have been able to pass for a boy any day. Eve noticed -- and caught her thoughts -- then also laughed. "We do look inconspicuous -- but that is only good!" She put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close in a short kind of embrace. "You'll be fine here. Welcome -- and me and the other 3 housemaids will help you any way we can." "Thank you." She smiled and knew she had found the first real friend in a long, long time. "ehhh...when there's no party. What do we do then?" "We clean, sort, serve the people that live her and generally are available for all sorts of household duties. It is not hard -- apart from perhaps washing the floors. You'll figure out that soon enough -- it's easy -- but concentrate on tonight. It is a big night. Let's go." She followed Eve back down into the cellars, across the kitchen and into the back hallway. Here she was installed in a small, windowless room. An almost exact copy of the rooms next to it, where the other women slept. It had a bed, a chair a small table and a cupboard on the side. A single oil lamp gave a dim, but warm light. None of the furniture seemed to be of the same kind, but all was solid and clean. Eve explained that the doors were never closed, so she was not in a prison cell like she had been since she arrived at the town. She was free to go everywhere. After the short inspection -- and having placed her spare set of 'clothes' in the cupboard, Eve took her to the far end of the corridor, where a door opened to a narrow staircase -- up and into the open. Eve explained that the door -- at all times -- had to be locked from the inside with the key sitting in the lock, but it was the girls access to the open. When they came outside, she had to blink a few times in the sudden, strong light. The other 3 girls were there. Sitting on wooden crates and talking. She had already met Eve and Isabella, now she was introduced to the last housemaid: Maria. They were all so similar that they could have been sisters: same cloak, same short hair, same sandals. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter eighteen** **The party -- and a few introductory rites...** They did not get much time to bask in the sun outside. Soon the Mistress voice rang out from the basement door, and they were all put to work. She had to lay the tablecloths in the big hall, and the linen napkins, together with Eve. Isabella and Maria put the knives, forks, spoons, plates and glasses and cups at each place. Mistress arranged the candles and flower arrangements. As Isabella and she finished first in order for the rest to be able to do their part, they helped by going to and fro carrying the porcelain, cutlery and glasses. She felt like she was part of a machine -- a well-oiled one. Everybody kept busy and everybody helped out as soon as they had a minute to spare. After a few hours they had finished -- and Mistress had inspected and approved of everything. Sir Robert came by when they were getting ready to go downstairs again. He and Mistress walked around the table and he expressed his pleasure with everything. He never gave her a second glance, which she was grateful for. She did not want the others to think, he had any preference for her, and generally just wanted to be invisible. They had a short pause, where they had something to eat and drink in a the only common room in their own back section of the kitchen cellar. Their food was delicious. The cooks had prepared something -- probably not like the feast being served in the hall - but delicious meat and veggies with a spicy sauce. Mistress urged them to eat well as they would have to be on their toes for a long time later. Her sandals bothered her. The strap round her big toe had already made a red line round the toe. She asked if she could go barefoot, but Mistress refused flat out. A little later. Mistress came with a small container with some fatty goo in. Told her to use it liberally on all aching spots on her feet, put it in her pocket -- and said she was excused to take a few, short breaks during the evening to reapply the goo on whatever place that might ache. Apart from her feet getting worse and worse during the evening, she managed quite well in her own opinion. As soon as they started serving, they got into a rhythm. Running back and forth between the counter in the kitchen and the tables. No one seemed to notice them -- and no one made passes at her when she leaned over to place a plate or a tray of food. She even managed to pour wine without spilling apart from a few drops now and then. Half way through the evening, she was passing Sir Robert at the high table at the end. He turned as she hurried by, smiled at her and winked with one eye. She hoped no one noticed. Mistress was standing right inside the door, and inspected everything before they were allowed to serve it. Once in a while she moved something a little but most often just nodding at them so they could hurry with their plates and trays. The very few, short intermissions, she had, she used at the other end of the kitchen counter, stacking the used things better and more neatly. She even had time to help one of the young men, that took care of the dishwashing, by carrying some piles of dirty plates to his station at the back. Mistress had been right. They worked continuously for many hours -- and when they finally could sit down for a few minutes on their regular spot outside the end of their own hallway, they were all sweaty and worn out. The feast continued upstairs, but now they took turns -- two and two -- to be in the hall and pour more wine and beer for the participants. There were music and dancers, and she enjoyed taking a quick look in between running back and forth. Finally, very, very late the party ended and everybody went home or -- the house guests -- to their quarters around in the building. They spend an hour clearing and cleaning the big hall. As the newest member of their gang, she had to scrub the large floor. Daylight was coming when they had finished -- but she had a surprise yet to come. Mistress lined them up in the room where she had had her haircut and bath. She then told them to undress -- and they all stood on a line naked before her. She praised their efforts, but then said: "As usual there has been some mishaps -- a few mistakes -- and a few blunders, girls!" She sensed the tension down the line. "Isabella! You spilled half a glass of red wine down the trousers of the Miller! What have you got to say for yourself?" "Nothing, Mistress. It was a mishap. It will not happen again, Mistress!" "I am sure of it. Now you know the drill. Take the position! Eve and Maria hold her." To her amazement, Isabella went to the big oak table, bend over it, spread her legs and let Eve and Maria take her wrists and hold her tightly over the table. For the first time, she noticed that Mistress had a long, black, braided whip hanging in the folds of her cowl. A slight shake went through her. Even though the room was warm, she felt a chill creep over her body. The Mistress went behind Isabella, put her hand in her open crotch and moved it slowly up and down a few times, then let her middle finger disappear inside. Isabella gave out a slight moan. After a few minutes, she pulled out her finger and stuck it in her mouth, sucking on it, while moving it slowly in and out. Pulling the finger out, she stepped to the side. "You will get 6 for your offense, Isabella. And let it never happen again. It is the reputation of this house that is at stake, and we cannot have the guests go away and say they had been splashed in red wine -- can we now?" "No Mistress." Isabella's voice sounded tiny and meek. She placed the whip horizontally across Isabella's buttocks. Moved it back and forth a few times, then swung it with full force, making a very nasty sound as it hit the skin. Isabella arched her back -- and she could see all her muscles tighten. A small'mmmm'-sound came from her. Then, with the same weak voice: "One. Thank you, Mistress." She waited until the body was quite still again before repeating the process. This time hitting a little lower than the first stripe. Again, the same reaction by Isabella -- followed by a meek: "Two. Thank you, Mistress." It took a while before Isabella had all 6 stripes, placed almost with a perfect distance between them, and soon getting a colour darker than the scar with the 'S from the branding on the side of her buttock. She was shaking when the girls helped her up right, and they had to support her, so she would not fall over. She had to kiss the end of the whip, and say 'Thank You, Mistress' one more time. They lined up again. "Now. Fortunately, we had had no more mishaps tonight -- as if one is not enough!" They all answered. "Yes, Mistress!" in a loud, clear voice. She relaxed but wondered why the rest of them still seemed tense. "We do, however have a new member of our little staff: Thirty-six. Step up to me." She answered: "Yes, Mistress." And stepped forward. "Just so you know what awaits you should you not do your duties perfectly, I have decided to give you 6 lashes - you might say a kind of an initiation. At least it will be something that will make you do more than your outmost, and maybe tonight you were lucky, maybe not. In any case, you need to know what happens if you step out of line. Go to the table. Eve and Maria assist her!" Before she could react, the two girls had grabbed her wrists and upper arms, pulled her to the table and bend her over it. She felt the strain as they held her arms towards the end of the table. The Mistress used the whip -- small but hurting strokes -- in the insides of her legs till she had spread enough for her to be satisfied. Then she felt the hand in her crotch -- slowly sliding up and down, and involuntarily making her wet. Wet enough for the finger to slide inside her. Even though she tried thinking of something else, she was soon moaning as much as Isabella had -- then the finger went out. Then came the feeling of the hard leather sliding across her butt. Reminding her of the slave traders that had abused her and whipped her. She closed her eyes. Determined not to break down. She did not know it she heard the sound or felt the pain first, but the pain made stars dance before her eyes, and she was glad that Eve and Maria held her arms. Otherwise she might have jumped up in the air. She braced herself, sank a few times, and then said in a clear voice: "One. Thank You, Mistress!" The next stroke felt even more painful, although she did not believe anything could. The little woman had an impressive strength in her arm -- and she did not spare it. She held her own -- for all 6 strokes. The only sign of it when they helped her up, was the few tears that had run down her cheeks. She even managed to say. "Thank you, Mistress!" in a loud and clear voice. She showed her how proud she was -- and how well she could endure the pain. Had the Mistress any ideas of subduing her, she could forget it. The Mistress studied her face and straight posture, and she thought she saw an amazed or wondering look in them. She had won the first round. Nobody could get her down! After their last 'Thank you, Mistress', she turned and went out, wishing them a good night, and informing them that they could sleep late the morning, which was almost there already. The girls helped each other. Smearing ointment on the sore buttocks -- then helped them to bed. She had to lie on her stomach the first night in her new home. The only remark that was uttered from when The Mistress left and till she was alone in her bed, was Eve saying in a low voice: "She's a bitch -- and she has no right to whip us, but who would listen to us?" When she climbed carefully into her bed, she felt something hard under her stomach. She moved her hand down, found a coarse cotton bag hidden in the middle of the bed. It contained granny's herb book and her knife! The leather scabbard had been cleaned and oiled -- and the blade sharpened. It shone bluish in the light from the oil lamp on the wall. She smiled. Sir Robert had made good on his promise, and now she again had some means of self-defence. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter nineteen** **A new everyday life...** After the party things settled down. Market days were over and the big house returned to its everyday business. She got into the rhythm, and had a fixed set of chores to do. Every morning, she washed some floors in the house -- on a rotating schedule: The entrance and its adjoining corridors every day -- and then one or more of the big rooms -- as time allowed. For the last hour before lunch, she would take care of one or two of the residents' private rooms: Again, washing floors, doing beds, airing bedclothes and clearing up. Her constant walk between the kitchen, where she got fresh and warm water and to the place where she washed and cleaned was done quietly and silently. She liked -- like at the religious people -- to be able to move around almost unnoticed -- and found a certain joy in leaving a space sparkling clean. After she had lunch with some of the kitchen staff and her fellows -- often without Mistress that preferred to take her lunch alone in her private rooms, she helped in washing clothes and airing carpets. The house was big - very big. Actually, it was not one house, but several houses build together. It was not only the habitat for Sir Robert, his wife and children, his mother and a lot of other family members. I housed the Soldiers or guards that constantly patrolled in and around the compound, the kitchen staff and herself and her comrades in the cleaning and serving capacity. During the day and early evening there was a constant stream of people going in and out -- and a constant series of meetings and consultations in one of the many upstairs rooms. She felt like a little cog in a big and well-oiled machine. \-- A few times a week, she went to the market. They always went in pairs so she was accompanied by Maria, Isabella or Eve. She liked doing the shopping, and after a few times she was as good as the rest -- or maybe even better -- at bringing the prices down to an 'acceptable' level when she dealt with the traders. When they got back the chef inspected their goods -- and usually approved. It was also him, that sent them off -- with a long list of what he needed. Usually he went to market himself as well -- with one of the kitchen staff -- every day. He did not trust anybody in buying the more expensive and special products. She had noticed that the large staff of kitchen helpers almost all wore the same kind of ring in their noses as she -- and pondered if they had rings in their nipples and manhood like her. After dinner, she helped in serving in the big hall -- or in one of the smaller rooms -- depending on if Sir Robert, his mother or other of the permanent residents had some kind of social function, was alone or had a few friends visiting. A few days after the market feast, she came to the counter in the kitchen with Eve to get the'shopping list' of the day. The kitchen was busy as always -- a lot of mouths had to be fed all the time. After a short while the chef came out of the steam and up to them. He looked up and down her body a few times. "So, you are the new 'number' woman. You seem to be doing all right so far." "Thank you, Sir!" He looked again for a long while up and down her. "Do you know me?" "Only by sights, Sir." "Well I am the king down here, and you are the lowest of the lowest. I expect you to continue to work as hard as you did during the big feast, be polite and willing to serve -- always. Do I make myself clear, Thirty-six?" "Quite, Sir" She blushed and looked down. "We have very few rules down here. You will come when I call you, do as I tell you, keep your hands off my personnel and generally behave in a decent manner. No hanky-panky -- you get that?" She smiled. She had no intention of misbehaving -- and certainly not start any personal relations with anyone.. She was content just to be left in peace and do whatever job they wanted her to. "Yes, Sir. It is quite clear." "Ok. Here's the shopping list, and do not come home with something like the miserable leeks you brought me last time!" He slipped a piece of paper to Eve. "Now be off you two. What are you lingering about for?" They turned quickly and went up the staircase. As they walked out in a rare sunshine, Eve said: "He Is not as bad as he sounds. Actually, he is rather kind to us. He just thinks he needs to make a stern first impression." "I see. He got me worried a little, but I do not think I will have any problems behaving according to his few rules." "You'd better. There are not so many rules, and Mistress is strict, but if you behave it is not so bad being here at all. I've been here over two years now." They kept talking all the way out and all the way back, and she learned a lot of the people and life at the big house. As they walked to the market and back nobody noticed them in their discrete 'cowl uniforms'. She did notice as lot of men and women with the same ring in their noses. The place was full of slaves like herself. \-- Some of the residents was kind and some were not so kind to her. A few of the younger women almost took a pride in kicking her bucket over so she had to go and get fresh water from the kitchen. Almost like at the religious people, but most just walked by her as if she did not exist. Once in a while -- but rarely -- she would be talked to. Usually asking her about her name, and where she came from. She soon got into a habit of revealing as little as possible of her past. She knew the questions were just asked in an attempt to be polite. She hardly ever saw Sir Robert, and when she did, he was always hurrying along -- so all she got was a smile and a wink of his eye. It made her feel good that he did not display any preference for her, but the little smile and wink was an acknowledgement of him still remembering her. A little like they were conspirators. Lady Hannah, Sir Robert's mother lived by herself in a rather large apartment in the far end of the labyrinthic house. Her rooms were high up and on a corner, so there was always a lot of light -- and when the sun shone, there was a lot of sunlight. On top of that, she had a brilliant view over one side of the village and could even see the mountains far away in the distance. As Sir Robert had told her, his mother was not at all frightening -- on the contrary, she was one of the kindest persons with the slaves. Often, when they brought her food or drink, she asked them to sit down and gave them some of the treats from her own plate. She loved hearing 36's stories from where she had been and what she had done, and was very good in inching information out of her. Even though she stayed in her rooms most of the time, she knew more about what was going on than most people in the big house. One day -- as she was leaning in over the table to arrange the lunch, Lady Hannah had noticed the fresh stripes on the top of her legs. She had been whipped by The Mistress the evening before for dropping and smashing an earthenware pot with fresh cream. Lady Hannah had inquired into this at some length -- and more or less hinted that it was not The Mistress' job to physically punish the slaves under her command. Not more came of this, but 36 was sure that the cogs and machinery inside Lady Hannah's head was working on some kind of solution. As The Lady apparently had no say in any of the councils or meetings that were held, 36 figured that she worked in other and quieter ways. For now, it was enough for 36 to know someone cared about them -- and probably worked to help them. **** **36** by o_girl © **Chapter twenty** **Fun - and trouble...** One of the kitchen helper's Peter, had a very good eye for the girls. He often blocked their way, when they went to and fro -- and had their

hands full of trays, pots or other stuff. He also pawed them: Cupping a breast or a buttock -- whenever he could do so without anyone noticing. It was quite easy as the kitchen was always busy and steamy, and 36 and her fellow houseslaves went about their business helping out. Behind the long wall opposite the high windows where a number of doors leading to storage rooms. The girls always came back with their market shopping, had it checked by the chef and then distributed their shopping in one or more of these cool rooms. They were often asked to bring something back to the kitchen for preparation. This was a preferred place for Peter to corner the girls: In the small corridors leading from the kitchen to the cellars - unseen by anybody. After a few days, she was returning through one of those corridors -- holding a wooden crate with turnips, when Peter blocked her way. "Please let me through." She said. He just smiled and stayed in the middle so she could not pass. "Look. I've got to get this to the Chef as quickly as possible. He is waiting for it." Peter grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. "He can wait a few minutes more." "Let me go!" Peter slid his hands down the sides of her body and lifted her skirt up. His fingers groping her buttocks. "Stop that. You'll get us into trouble -- let go!" He's hands quickly slid from her buttocks. One went under her to her crotch and the other cupped her breast, while he brought his mouth close to her ear. Now you be quiet, pretty one. If someone comes I'll get my friends to say you were the one starting this. Provoking me -- and that will be the end of your nice, pleasant life here!" She froze and stiffened as he slid a finger inside her vagina from behind -- and pinched her nipple at the same time. She considered throwing the tray at him, but just as suddenly as he had grabbed her, he let go. He quickly went back through the corridor, as another kitchen helped appeared coming the other way. She swayed a little as the guy nodded and smiled at her on his way past. She did not dare tell anyone, but went about her business for the rest of the day as if nothing had happened. She did try her best to avoid the corridors though, and when she had the chance, picked tasks that assigned her to do some cleaning of the upper rooms instead of helping out in the kitchen. \-- She had been quite happy -- although very tired -- the first night in her own room -- and knew that Mistress locked the door at the end of their hallway, so no one could get in. The key was left inside. Hanging on a nail, so they were not locked in as much as everybody else was locked out. On her second night -- a more normal one as bedtimes were back to the usual times of the place -- she was almost asleep, when she sensed a body sliding under her blanket, and a warm skin against hers. It was Eve! Putting an arm around her and nesting very close. "Shyy!" She whispered as she kissed her cheek softly. She put her hands over Eve's arm round her chest. Eve continued: "We girls do not have much fun, but the night is our own!" 36 could now hear the distinct noises of Isabella and Maria in the room next door. Moaning and gasping! Eve kissed her cheek again, and she turned in the bed. Now putting her own arm around Eve's body. Very gently their lips meet -- and then parted as their tongues found each other. Playing around. Tasting. It did not take long of this tongue-play before their hands began exploring each other. Soon her room emitted the same kind on moans, grunts and gasps as the room next door. Eve rose on her arms, sat up, turned around and placed herself opposite on top of 36. All of a sudden, she saw a'mirror' of herself right before her eyes -- at the same time as she felt fingers spreading her crotch open, and a tongue slide slowly and softly over her clit. She made her hands go around the spread legs and used the fingers to open the vagina in front of her even more before putting her lips round the clit -- and letting her tongue begin licking it. The big ring was somewhat in the way, but she soon got the hang of it. At the same time as her own body began shivering slightly from the tongue and fingers busy in her own crotch A few minutes later, she buckled like a horse in orgasm as they had fingers and tongue in each other's vaginas and anus. Slowly they enjoyed the ecstasy and brought each other down after having hit the ceiling. Finally -- when their breathing and heartbeat had returned to almost normal pace, Eve lifted herself up, turned around and slid close to her, having one leg and one arm over her body. "That was nice," Eve whispered. "Yes, but will it not get us into trouble?" "No. There's a kind of secret agreement that what goes on down here after the door has been closed is our own business, and no one has ever complained. Although we are the subject of more than a little hinting from different sides." Eve giggled quietly, then continued: "It is different if it were with a man -- one of the kitchen staff f. inst. That is very forbidden, but what we girls do amongst ourselves down here in the cellars are our own business. As long as we are happy and perform our duties." Eve again found her mouth and stuck her tongue inside in a long, sucking kiss. Then they satisfied each other a second time, before falling asleep. Near morning, Eve slipped quietly out of her bed and returned to her own room. The next evening, she was almost asleep, when Isabella slid under her blanket. Again, she had an hour or two of joy, pleasure and ecstasy. Isabella was wilder than the soft and gentle Eve, but she had to put a large corner of her bedsheet in her mouth not to scream when she came. She found out that there was a kind of 'competition' between the girls. As soon as lights were out and the door locked from the outside, the game was to get out of bed first, and pick which of the 3 others one wanted to have fun with that night. She soon learned what each of the other girls liked most and how they preferred to be enjoyed. Often, they would wink and hint at each other during breakfast -- especially if one of them had been very 'vocal' during the night. One would say: "Oh. I thought I heard noises from you room yesterday. Were you not feeling well?" Followed by a lot of giggling... So, most nights they played this edition of 'Musical chairs', and she soon learned and appreciated each of her friends' different wishes and attitudes in intimate situations. The rings they all wore gave the whole thing an extra sensation -- and they all use them to pull and twist slightly during their lovemaking. The only thing they all seem to avoid was the scar on their buttocks -- her 'S' now being reddish with a hard edge. \-- After her encounter with Peter, she was lying with Isabella the same evening -- after a couple of very nice and very ecstatic trips to outer space, she decided to tell her what had happened. "ahm...I had an unpleasant experience the other day," she began whispering. "Oh! What happened?" "I was cornered by Peter -- the kitchen helper -- in one of the corridors, and he started pawing me all over and was threatening. It was not very nice -- and I could not get around him or escape -- and he threatened me with reporting me for trying to seduce him. Something he said would be very bad for me?" "Oh. You've been hassled by him too. He chases us around and if he can get us in a quiet corner he just does what he likes to us. He knows that we are all afraid to be discovered or accused of having sex with the male slaves." "I sort of sensed that. He seemed to be quite confident that his threat would make me keep quiet about it. Said he had friends in the kitchen who would back him up." "Yes. He seems to have the upper hand with us. The best thing is to try and avoid him as much as possible." "What happens if we are discovered?" Isabella looked at her in the half light, and paused for a minute. "I have only seen and heard of it once or twice before, but it is pretty bad. If it is a male, he is whipped and sold directly to the mines, where he will last a year or two." She swallowed a few times before asking: "...and what if it is a girl?" "ahem...well -- she is also whipped............and then sold of directly to the brothel by the harbour." "That sounds bad -- really bad!" "It is. They keep the girls in separate, small rooms. Chained to the wall at all times. Then they are sold by the hour to whoever wants to pay, and the more they are worn down, the worse treatment they get -- in order to have the most money out of them as they are worn down." She felt the room spin by the sheer thought of being used till she collapsed. What a faith. Isabella looked her straight in the eyes: "..and you know it is not just the sailors delivering goods for this place. A lot of the slave hunters have been abusing girls on a daily basis till they get here, and then they have trouble, when they have delivered their 'goods' to the market cells. Many of them seek to continue their perverted pleasures until they can go on the road again. So, the girls in the brothel usually only lasts the same as the men in the mines: a year or two!" She shivered and was suddenly cold even though she had the blanket and Isabella's warm body close to her. The next days she kept her eye on Peter and successfully managed to dodge him, even though he was right at her heels a few times. \-- A week later Maria appeared at the morning meeting with The Mistress with a distinct bruise on her cheek -- a big bluish, black eye. There was no way she could hide this and she was obviously also very upset -- and looked like she was going to cry all the time. Of course, Mistress noticed. "Maria! What's that bruise? Where did you get that!" At first Maria tried to avoid answering, and mumbled something about falling and walking into a door, but when Mistress slammed her whip hard on the table -- making them all jump -- she confessed. "I...sob...was...delivering....sniffle...a...late night tray....to...sob..Lady...eee...Hannah.." "Speak up girl! I want to get to the bottom of this!" Maria got hold of herself and took a deep breath. "Well......coming back I met Peter from the kitchen. He tried to...ehhmmm..make advances...on me...." "I see!" Mistress's eyes became two small slits and she looked intensely at Maria. "So, what happened then?" "I tried to go around him, but he struck me, and pushed me into an empty room...." "I can imagine what happened next. Get up, girl. Come with me!" On shaking legs and with tears running down her eyes, Maria got up and followed The Mistress out. They all sat in silence for a long while. "Hope she has someone to back her up -- or that Peter finally get what he deserves", Eve said. "Even though he's a jerk and a bastard -- I still hope he gets off with a warning", Isabella said. 36 kept quiet. The mood was somber -- and they cleaned the breakfast table -- hardly any of them having eaten anything. They went about their chores the whole day, without seeing The Mistress, Maria or Peter, but sensed even among the kitchen staff, the mood was tense. 36 was happy to go to the upper floors and do her usual washing and cleaning -- getting away from the air of doom hanging thick all over the cellar region. Maria did not come back until the next day -- and they all fell over her and showered her with embraces and kisses. Happy to see that she was not in a cellar room waiting to be whipped and sold. 36 realized for the first time since coming there that they were actually 'property' and could be treated as such. The place might be comfortable and the treatment of them good -- but in the end they were like goods -- disposable. It took a while to get Maria to talk. First she just sobbed and cried, but between sobs and sniffles they got out of her what had happened. The Mistress had taken her to Sir Robert and made a formal complaint about Peter having violated one of her slaves. They had waited while Sir Robert had gotten someone to fetch Peter. In the discussion following Peter had defended himself by saying that Maria had thrown herself at him, but the bruise on the side of Maria's head had made the difference. Sir Robert had not believed that a girl 'throwing herself' at Peter would have gotten such a bruise without Peter having used some kind of force in the matter. The end of it had been that Peter had been taken to a cell in the basement and Maria had been seen to by the in-house doctor. As Sir Robert wanted the matter quickly resolved not to cause too much stir in the household, they were all to come to the courtyard this afternoon to see Peter being punished and taken off. Later -- when she crossed the courtyard in one of her errands -- she saw that in the middle two cobbles or cement lids had been lifted off -- and in the holes now stood two wooden, round poles -- ominous and erect in the sunlight in the middle of the courtyard. They ate lunch in silence at their usual table in the cellar. That is none of them ate anything, and there was an unusual silence around the table. The Mistress looked at her clock from time to time, until she got up and said. "Well, girls. It is time. Let's get this over with!" In a slow line, she led them through the - empty -- kitchen and up into the sunlight in the yard. Everybody was there already. On a line the whole household -- minus the children and Lady Hannah - was standing side by side. Flanked by some of the guards. On their side of the court, the kitchen and servant staff were lined up. They took up position at the far end of that line. Everybody facing the middle of the courtyard with the two posts. At each post a guard were standing with ropes in their hands -- and facing the posts -- two guards with black hoods over their head stood a few meters back from the poles. Each holding a bullwhip. Everybody stood quite still -- and the place was strangely silent. By the end of the court there was a cart with two horses -- and around it some tough and dirty looking men -- also standing at attention. The cart facing the gate leading out. The only sound heard was the horses stamping their feet and making small noises in the hot sunlight. After what seem an eternity the door at one end opened and Peter came out -- held between two guards and followed by another two. He walked with his head down and as slowly as he could. She noticed that he had been fitted with iron cuffs around his wrists and ankles. Not the ones used by the slave traders, but a kind that seemed welded in place -- with no bolt or padlock. His head had also been fitted with the well-known metal gag: A ball in his mouth and a metal holder fastened behind his head with nuts. She shivered and remembered her own time with such a contraption locking her mouth up. When they reached the posts, the guards quickly put ropes through the eyes on his cuffs and pulled him up and out in an 'X'. His feet barely touching the ground. They made it tight -- and checked by holding his waist and pulling him back and forth until they were satisfied with the tension. Then -- as they stepped back, the two hooded guards took up position on each side -- on in front and one at the back. Sir Robert stepped forward. "Peter has broken one of the major rules of this place. He has violated an innocent slave from the kitchen. Therefor we cannot have him in this house any more. He will now be punished for this offense after which he will be taken away to the mines. The punishment will begin when the tower clock is exactly five to -- and will continue till it strikes." Then he stepped back in line. The two hooded guards swung their whips out behind them, made a few flicks with their wrists to ensure they were lying in a straight line on the ground behind them, and then looked up at the tower clock. In the silence everybody could clearly hear the clock making a loud 'tick' as the hand moved to five too. Immediately the two guards swung their whips and made a loud snapping sound as they hit skin. 36 had heard, seen and tried enough whippings to know that this was going to be bad -- really bad. She did not dare close her eyes, but did her best to shut her mind down behind her eyes -- and not be present. It was hard -- as the whips made Peters body shake and more and more blue and red welts appeared on Peter's body. The five minutes were very long -- but finally the clock began to chime from the tower. The two guards folded their whips and walked to a side door and disappeared. Peter hung slack. The only thing he could move was his head, and it had been going back and forth in pain as the whipping commenced. Now it just hung down as strings of saliva dripped to the ground in front of him. The men from the cart moved forward, untied him, put a short chain between his ankles and an even shorter one between his wrists on his back. Then they more or less carried him to the cart and threw him in the back -- on top of some straw. The gate opened and the cart went out. The wheels creaking as it moved slowly. As soon as the gate closed a sigh went through the crowd and they all quickly went back to their stations. They all cried when they came down to their usual assembly room downstairs. They had wanted Peter off their backs -- but this seemed to be a too brutal way to have done so. The one crying the most was Maria, even though she was the one being violated by him. They did not do any more chores that day, but Mistress kept them in the cellar -- she wanted the commotion to die down a little. There was always the fear that some of the kitchen staff had been good friends with Peter and thus would take their'revenge' on the girls. Dropping a pot of boiling water or other nasty things was too easy to pretend you just happened to do -- so Mistress kept the girl isolated. For the next couple of days there was a tension in the whole basement -- a tension that slowly lifted. She noticed that the Chef and the Mistress kept a close watch on all of them. **36** by o_girl © **Chapter twentyone** **More trouble...** The revenge came about a week later! Later she found that it had been carefully planned by the kitchen staff, but she never knew if it was with the blessing and knowledge of either The Mistress or The Chef. She was almost sure The Chef did not know about it -- but was not quite as sure about The Mistress. After all, having a'revenge' for Peter might make the kitchen staff feel things had been 'evened out' -- and release the tension once and for all. For tension there was. So thick that she felt one cut almost cut it with a knife. At least she found out later, it had been 'coordinated' -- as all four of the household women had been violated at the same time. She had gone into one of the storage rooms behind the kitchen to get something for the evening's menu, when the door closed and locked behind her. Before she could turn around, 4 kitchen helpers grabbed her, pulled of her cowl, and used her rope belt to tie her hands on her back. The storage rooms were all the same: They had shelves along the sides and a big table in the middle for sorting and placing things. They had bend her over this table and held her tight. A hand grabbed her still short hair, pulled her head backwards and began carefully stuffing a large rag inside it. Using the fingers to push the rag to the sides of her cheeks before stuffing the centre of her mouth. Holding this cloth inside her, another set of hands swung a rope round her head holding it in place. She realized they had planned it, when one of them produced 4 thin lines -- each with a shackle in the end. He proceeded to click the shackles in her rings: Nose, nipples and clit. Then he did some 'testing' making her feel like a puppet on a string. They let go of her -- except the one controlling her by the shackles and lines. "Come -- to the table -- bend over -- spread your legs!" He aided his commands by short, sharp pulls in the lines -- each time making her squirm The line from her clit was pulled under the table, making sure she stayed with her legs against the end. One stood at the side of the table -- holding her 'clit-line -- and one at the end -- holding her nose and nipples. "Now you stay like that -- and perfectly still if you do not want to lose a vital part of meat!" They all laughed -- and for good measure gave the lines another quick pull, making her emit a squeaking sound of pain underneath the gag. He wrists were cross-tied on her back -- with a cinch between them, so not only did it secure that they stayed at the middle of her back, but all her attempts to wriggle out of it was futile. It did not matter that she felt them tying her ankles to the legs of the table. The strings in all her most sensitive places would make her stand as still as she could. She had a fairly good idea of what was to come, but was never the less surprised when she felt fingers -- a lot of fingers -- pushing into her two back openings -- almost without any effort. A few seconds later, the scent of Olive oil reached her nose. It was a storage room, so they had had no problems finding a container with olive oil -- and they were kind enough to lubricate her first. "That's right. Grease the pig up good!" She heard from somewhere behind her. A minute later the fingers were replaced by a stiff penis, aided by hands gripping her waist and pushing deep inside her in one, long movement. She closed her eyes. They all four had her -- alternating in her openings. They knew they could not leave marks on her body, so actually it was a very gentle gang bang -- but a rape even so, and for the next few days her washcloth got a pinkish colour when she washed her back opening. When they had finished with her, they silently slid out of the door again -- after having untied her and removed the lines in her rings. The last one said: "Remember there are four of us -- and only one of you -- so you'd better keep your mouth shut about this." It was obvious: If she complained, they would gang up against her, and she would be the one for the whipping posts -- and the brothel in the harbour. Not that she had intentions of mentioning the episode ever again. She knew it was the frustrations over what had happened to Peter -- even though nobody had actually liked him. Not the girls -- of course, but neither the kitchen staff. Apparently, he had been hard to work with, and had not really made any friends -- but plenty of people more or less not talking to him -- even among his closest co-workers. Learning later that day that her 3 fellow housemaids each had been 'cornered' in secluded places around the kitchen about the same time as she had -- and been exposed to more or less the same treatment as herself, she hoped it had generally taken the heat off the situation with Peter, and that life could go back to normal in the lower regions of the house. She found out -- by the grapevine -- that the kitchen helpers had actually drawn lots to find out who would be on what 'team' -- and 'do' which girl. She had not had her knife that day -- she hardly ever wore it anymore, and was happy not to have had it. If there had been any kind of fight, and she had damaged any of the men, she would have been in real trouble. It was very, very forbidden for the slaves to have 'personal weapons' of any kind, and she was not sure what would have happened if she had violated that rule. If it would have been enough with a whipping and a permanent 'posting' to the Brothel.... The knife 'lived' nicely in the innermost stuffing of her mattress -- in company with Granny's herb book. Sir Robert had really crossed an invisible, but very forbidden line by letting her have her knife back. \-- The Mistress was a slave like the rest of them. Rings, brand and all, but she had been appointed to lead their little group, keep them in line and make sure they took care of their chores. She liked none of them in particular -- except perhaps Eve that was often 'invited' to Mistress' private chambers for the beginning of the night. 36 felt, she was the one least liked by her. The Mistress inspected her work more than the others -- and very, very often told her to wash the floor again, do the beds again -- even though the floor was spotless and the beds made up perfectly. She did not know why. Maybe because she always accepted her tasks and did them quickly, efficiently and satisfactory, so Mistress had a hard time finding a reason to whip her. She had noticed that Mistress quite enjoyed punishing them in the common room below. The way her eyes shone as she administered the whiplashes on one of the girls. The slight agitated breathing etc. Maybe it was because a lot of the people living in the rooms upstairs -- always had a quick, but friendly remark for her. No one really talked to The Mistress, and it seemed like she was not a very liked person, but probably a necessary one -- to keep the 4 housemaids under control. Often The Mistress would take one of the girls to her rooms upstairs for the evening. They then were 'one short' in their evening'musical chairs', but most often just went 3 in one bed for a while before dispersing to their own rooms to sleep. The'missing' woman would silently slip into her own room at some late time during the night. The next day the woman would look quite tired and worn -- and would usually have problems sitting down. 36 wondered what The Mistress did to them in her private rooms -- but of course she found out! One evening after dinner, The Mistress said to her: "I want you in my rooms as soon as you have helped clear this place for the night". In a mix of expectation and worry, she hurried upstairs to Mistress' rooms about an hour later. She entered after knocking and being invited to do so. The Mistress room was well furnished -- as opposed to the raw rooms in the cellar. There was several torches and oil lamps, a carpet on the floor -- and real furniture as in the rooms the inhabitants of the castle had. Mistress even had a fourposter bed on which she was sitting -- in something as exotic as a nightgown. "Come her, 36. Take your cowl off and kneel." She stepped closer and went to her knees facing the Mistress. "Now I have a few rules here: You always kneel with your legs apart, do not talk unless I tell you to, and you do not look into my face -- ever! Is that clear?" She was slightly confused, but did as she was told. "Closer. I want you within arm's reach, 36!" The Mistress picked up the familiar crop from the bed beside her, and began tracing 36's body with it. Slowly making it go from the top of her head, over her neck and shoulders, round her breasts and down her stomach. Sliding it slightly back and forth in the slit between her legs. 36 gave a gasp and a small jump as The Mistress gave her a quick, light slap between her legs. "I see. All you housemaids are just bitches in heat, and you are no different!" She decided to play along: "Yes, Mistress." The crop continued its tour of her body -- made a few, short slaps directly on her nipples before ending under her chin. "Let me see what you can do!" The Mistress lifted her nightdress up, revealing her ringed clit and naked red labia. It gave a slight reflexion in the light from the candles. As she leaned forward, the mistress grabbed what little hair she had on her head -- tightly. She knew what to do: Placed her lips carefully round the clit -- and in between the clit and the ring -- and began to suck slightly. A moan from above indicated that she was on the right track. Directed by the hard grip on her hair, she licked, sucked, kisses and caressed the wet and swelling crotch. Listening intensely to the Mistress response above her and feeling her body move -- first slowly, then faster and faster. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her butt. The Mistress used the whip as she was getting increasingly aroused. Again, and again -- and harder and harder -- the whip fell from above on her naked buttocks. She felt like she was being thrown all over the place as the Mistress' body convulsed -- and the whipping got harder and faster. She was very much relieved when she felt The Mistress' body collapse and the whipping stopped. The grip on her hair still hard. The Mistress let her upper body fall back on the bed and let go of her hair. A short while later, she raised her back from the bed and looked directly down at 36. "You think you are better than the rest of us. Don't you?" "No Mistress." "Oh. Yes you do. Master Robert brought you in himself -- and paid a premium price for you -- and he seems more than fond of your measly little slave body!" She did not know what to answer but felt the blood rise in her cheeks. "Well. You'd better look out. You will not be here for ever. I'm keeping my eye on you -- and the minute you step out of line -- you are out of here. We do not need your kind here. Slaves that think them better than their status.!" "...I...just...try...my...best...Mistress..." "Yes, yes, and now you try your sly little tricks -- but it does not work with me, I know you are a scheming little bitch -- and you are just waiting to betray everybody if it suits your own interests." She grew cold. She had never had that thought, but liked her fellow slaves and her life at the house. Now she found that the description fitted The Mistress more than her -- but stayed still..." "Well -- as long as you are here -- and as long as you are in my chambers -- let me see you do that trick of yours again!" Another grip on her hair -- and another whipping as she licked and kissed The Mistress to orgasm again. Thus, the evening progressed: She was whipped while kissing The Mistress into repeated orgasms -- and in between she was degraded and talked down to in the worst manner. When she was finally released to go to her own bed, she could hardly walk from the pain in her buttocks -- and was definitely assured that The Mistress would do what she could to get her out of the place. Going where? She shivered at the thought! All through the evening The Mistress had kept her nightgown on -- she still only had a general idea of how The Mistress looked naked -- and now she knew why the girls had problems sitting down after an evening with her. **** **36** by o_girl © **Chapter twenty-two** **Useful knowledge at work...** Sir Robert's youngest boy got ill. He was an active 12-year old, and had gotten a wound on his knee from a fall while playing with the other boys in the woodlands just outside the city walls. The wound became infected - and soon most of his leg had an unhealthy colour and an equally unhealthy swelling. The toes beginning to look bluish and much too big for his foot. The doc was there early and late, but the infection just seemed to get worse and worse and the child got a fever. When she -- quietly -- cleaned his room, she noticed the soaked bedlinen and his sweaty, little face. He also threw himself from side to side now and then and mumbled something in his feverish sleep. She recognized all the symptoms. Granny had treated many a fever like that -- with good results. But who would listen to her -- a mere houseslave -- when they had the best and trusted doc in the town attending the child? She decided to act -- in secret. Once in a while -- very seldom -- she had a half day or a whole day off. Usually she would go walking in the streets and look at the stalls and shops, or maybe just sit on a bench in the park or in the square. Looking at people. Fortunately, one of those days came up. Maybe because it was summer, maybe because the illness of the child made everybody quiet moving around slowly. There was not much service from the kitchen or places to be cleaned. An eerie silence had descended on the big house. Although the slaves were not actually allowed outside the gates, she had become friendly with most of the guard crew, so she had often been allowed -- on her days off -- to go outside and down to the small stream just outside. To take a swim in the river running by the place. No one therefore took much notice as she smiled and waved at her friends on the watchtower, and went out. She had consulted Granny's book before leaving, so she knew exactly what she was looking for. At the river. Under a rotting tree, she found a carcass of some animal. It had probably been the prey of another animal and that animal had dragged the corpse under the tree to eat in peace. She turned the carcass over with a stick, and found what she was looking for: a 'colony' of small, slimy, black leeches having a party with the leftovers of the carcass. Carefully she picked a handful -- one by one -- and put them in a wet cloth she had prepared from home, and hidden under her cowl. She then spent quite a while searching for roots and herbs, and she worried somebody might have missed her, when she finally got back through the gate, but the sentry simply smiled at her and asked if she had had a good swim. Back at her own room, she hid everything under her bed. Fortunately, the key to the door at the end of the room hung on its hook beside the door. The Mistress had wanted to keep the key with her -- and lock the door from outside, but someone had told her that she had to leave a spare key inside, so the girls could get out in case of fire or other emergencies. Now she waited till after midnight -- when everything seemed quiet. Then tip- toed to the door and locked herself out. She stood for a long while in the kitchen. Listening for signs of life -- but there was none. Then she found a good, short knife and began chopping herbs. The stoves were still burning and hot enough for her to cook a pot of 'tea' with a small portion of the herbs. Waiting for it to cool down, she looked for, and found a small flask under one of the tables. Armed with the flask -- containing her 'tea' -- and the cloth with the leeches, she moved silently as a ghost through the big house. She sneaked into the boy's room -- and stood again listening, but all she heard was the boys rasping breathing and his feverish mumbling. She lifted the bedsheet off the leg -- and removed the soiled, and unhealthy- looking bandages. Then carefully placed the leeches on the wound. They were hungry and immediately started to 'work' on the mucus filled, open area of the leg. She counted to 1.000 -- slowly and then removed the leeches again, and covered the leg. Then she gently and carefully lifted the boy's upper body, and forced a little of the 'tea' inside him. She continued to make him drink small sips at a time. Giving him amble time to swallow and hoping that he would not begin to cough and attract the attention of somebody. Finally, she put him back, tucked him in, and floated silently back to her quarters in the basement. In the morning, she had trouble waking up -- and as she repeated her nightly expeditions every day, she became more and more tired as time went by. Since activities were low in the house, she managed to hide that she was walking round half asleep most of the time. Already the second night, she sensed an improvement in the child's condition., The leeches had already taken some of the infection out of the wound, the child was sweating a little less, and his forehead felt slightly less hot. The mood of the house lifted noticeably day by day -- and the doc was much praised for his efforts as the young master seemed suddenly to improve. She had trouble as the child was now awake and conscious when she treated him. She did manage to swear him into silence, and as they had had a very good relationship before he got ill, he seemed to trust her. He did not like the leeches -- but she made him understand that they lived off the 'bad stuff' in his wound. Fortunately, the wound now looked healthy and was healing. Because her leeches were fat and hardly bothered to eat anything when she put them on the wound. It would have been best to have a fresh set every day, but she had no way of getting into the forest, so she had to use the ones she had. What she did not know was that her activities had been noted by The Mistress. How, she never found out, but as The Mistress always spied on her and watched her, it came as no surprise, when she much later found out who had been engineering her misfortune. She had almost finished the treatment of the child. Had figured she needed a few days more to be sure he would quite recover. So, she happily sneaked back through the corridors and kitchen. Only to be met by four guards at the front of the door to her quarters. As they grabbed her, she tried to protest, but one of them stuck a towel in her mouth and tied it at the back of her head. The towel had a knot in the middle -- and efficiently filled her mouth. A few moments later, she found herself in one of the small cells at the absolute bottom of the cellars. Brutally they ripped her cowl off, united the towel -- and when out -- leaving her lying on a pile of ill smelling straw on the floor. She had no idea why she

had been put here, but imagined it had something to do with her trying to 'doctor' on the child. She did not know for how long, she was in there. Once in a while a guard would come in, silently place a bowl of soup and a lump of bread on the floor and leave again. Sometimes he changed the bucket in the corner of the cell -- with fresh one for her to relieve herself in. She was still wondering what she was accused of -- and what she might have done wrong. The child had recovered, so what could be the problem? Then they came -- four of them again. Got her on her feet, pulled a hood over her head and tied it with a string round her neck. They more carried than led her out and along the corridor. When the last door opened, she recognized the familiar smell of a blacksmiths furnace. She did not try to fight or protest. She knew it would be in wain. So, she meekly let them place first one hand, then the other on an anvil, and felt and heard as the iron cuffs were hammered and welded on to her wrists -- then they did the same with her ankles. Thrown back in her cell, she realized for the first time that this was serious -- very serious. The only reason for them to fit her with the iron cuffs was that she was in for a treatment like Peter had had -- but instead of the mines, she would be going to the brothel by the harbour -- to be fucked till she was useless -- and then left to die. But first they were going to whip her to shreds -- like they had done to Peter. She dozed most of the time. Apart from being fed and relieving herself in the bucket in the corner. She was oblivious to the opening and closing of the door to her cell, when she suddenly heard a familiar voice: "So here you are. You little bitch. I finally managed to get you!" The Mistress was standing just inside the door, whip in hand and a broad, nasty smile on her face. She looked up, but said nothing. "You thought you could get away with anything -- didn't you? Scheming little bitch! But I found out about you." Suddenly it all made sense to her. The Mistress had been spying on her. "This is what happens when you try to poison one of The Masters children!" "..but I did not...I cured him.... Helped him....." "I know -- and you know, but nobody else knows, and I had a certified witness: The doctor. He did not like to realize he had been outdone by a housemaid, so when I showed him the herbs from under your bed, he recognized them as very poisonous!" Everything clicked in place in her brain. "...will I have a chance to defend myself?" The Mistress laughed. Her voice filling the little chamber. "Of course not. Who do you think you are? The sentence has been given, and nobody wants to listen to a sorceress that has tried to kill one of the children. I'll enjoy seeing you go -- but before that I will enjoy even more to see you whipped in public. I even arranged that you will not be taken away straight after the whipping -- you'll hang there for a day and a night. To scare anyone that might get ideas and show what happens to bitches like you!" She looked at The Mistress -- for the first time in her life, she knew what it was to really hate someone -- and that someone was right before her. "I'll get my revenge...!" The Mistress laughed again. "I'm supposed to be scared now -- am I? Well, you do not seem to have many options. Soon you will be in the harbour brothel, and they know how to make the most out of their stock. You will probably be expensive at first, but as soon as you begin to wear down, you will find the clientele getting less and less desirable. In the end - I have heard -- death comes as a relief to most of the girls there -- and you can be sure, when you are in that room at the brothel -- there's only one way out - and that's with your feet first -- after you have been used up -- completely. I might even drop by to see how you are doing -- and enjoy myself. They do take female customers, you know -- and I'll take great pleasure in giving you another whipping...." The Mistress turned on her heels and left. The last thing she heard was The Mistress' laughter echoing through the hallways outside before the door slammed shut. Then the day came. The door opened and her four guards grabbed her and fitted her with the well-known wooden ball gag with the torturous metal contraption. Then they marched her off. Through the long tunnel, up a set of stairs through a door and into the sunlight. At first, she was blinded by the sudden sharp light, but as they crossed the square, she became aware that the whole household was lined up -- just like when Peter was punished. As they tied the ropes to her cuffs and hoisted her up, she found Sir Robert in the middle of the side with the other free people living at the house. -- His face was a grey, stoned-looking mask, and he carefully avoided meeting her eyes. She looked at the hooded man taking position right in front of her and unfolding his long bullwhip. Turning her head as much as she could, she just managed to see a similar, hooded man right behind her. As soon as she was secured and the men stepped back, Sir Robert spoke. His voice booming in the courtyard. "Does anyone here have a last statement in favour of this houseslave?" There was a long silence. A bird squeaked somewhere, but otherwise nothing. Sir Robert continued: "Houseslave 36. You have been found guilty of trying to poison a child of this household. The evidence is overwhelming. Herbs and plants. Identified by the doctor to be poisonous have been found in your quarters. The Mistress has reported you sneaking into the little Masters chamber every night and making him drink a potion that you have mixed with these herbs. We therefore cannot have you in this household anymore, but condemn you to the Harbour Brothel- but first you will be punished here and now for your offense. The punishment will -- as usual start when the tower clock is five to -- and stop when it starts chiming the hour stroke." In the short intermission between Sir Roberts' speech and the clock reaching five to, she managed to look round. Everybody was there. All her friends from the cellar -- more or less pale -- all of them -- and The Mistress -- smiling her broadest as the only one in the whole crowd. Then almost as the clock in the tower gave a loud click in the silence, she heard the swish of the whips and felt the first sting of pain. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Made her mind go wandering off. The landscape she walked in her mind becoming more and more red and more and more hazy, but she did not react to the whiplashes. She hung perfectly still. She would not give The Mistress the pleasure of seeing her body wring and contort under the whip. She hardly realized it was over -- and did not hear the tower clock, but a little while later, she came round. They had loosened her ropes, so she was hanging relatively loose and free in the ropes. She lifted her head and looked round. The yard was empty. They had all gone and it was over -- so far. She went into a painful haze -- and just hung there. In her half dreaming state, she thought she saw people she had known and was generally hallucinating. Then through her haze, she thought she saw a familiar face, but thought she was dreaming. A hand lifted her chin and looked at her, she opened her eyes and again thought she saw a familiar face, but could not place it anywhere in her feverish haze...... ...to be continued...perhaps..... It was amongst the advertisements for gifts for him and her, subscriptions to various exotic journals and unique things for the house and garden. It leapt out of the page, grabbing my attention and I felt my heart flutter with excitement as I first scanned then carefully reread the item. "A few Very Special People are to be Selected to Attend a Small Intimate Showing of the Work of Specially Selected Exponents of the Erotic in the Arts. If You have the Required Gifts of Empathy and Understanding coupled with a Sense of Adventure, then We will make You welcome." Then followed a box number with a promise that all replies would be acknowledged. As a postgraduate student I was able to work at home while doing my research into the psychology of the paranormal. Each day I waited anxiously for the mail to arrive Each day I suffered the pangs of disappointment. I was just about ready to give up any hope of a reply when finally a large white envelope was delivered. It contained a polite letter thanking me for my interest and inviting me to fill out and return the enclosed questionnaire. A stamped addressed envelope was included. I felt a twinge of anger. This appeared to be just a clever way of doing some market research and I was about express my disappointment and put the lot into the wastebasket when I had an idea. Why not reply giving the most outrageous answers I could think of and then see what happened. After all it would be their fault if I helped screw up their survey. So sitting down at the table I prepared to do my worst. The first question brought me up short. "How would you like to be described?" Intrigued, I read on, trying to see what the idea was behind the queries. Some of the questions were quite normal, age, gender, appearance and so on leading on to tastes in books, films and music. All obviously intended to create a fair profile of the subject. Then in between were the ones that brought me up short, the intimate enquiries that intrigued and stimulated the senses. "When making love, are you female, male or both?" and "How far and in which directions do you usually travel when experiencing a climax?" What answers could I possibly give that would reveal the real me and how could I reply to questions that I did not understand? I made my mind a blank then answered each one with the first thing that came into my head. When I had finished I decided not to look over what I had written. Whatever impression I might have given them then so be it. I posted the reply and tried to get on with my life. And failed. Here was I, a twenty four year old graduate engaged in serious research waiting every day with bated breath, my pulse racing whenever the postman arrived, grabbing my bundle of mail frantically searching for any envelope that might, just might be the communication that would put me out this misery of excited anticipation. This was worse than when I fell head over heels in then out of love with my first boyfriend, and far more acute than my crush on the art mistress at school who had finally taken me to her bed and introduced me to the joys of my body. I found myself constantly distracted as I tried to work. I gave up and went out, shopping, sightseeing, seeking the company of friends, anything to take my mind off the constant wondering as to what would happen next, or even if anything was going to happen at all. I think that was my worst nightmare, that I would be left for ever in this limbo of unknowing. The only way I could find some relief was in meditation. It was a great surprise to me that in spite of everything, I could still enter that state of tranquillity. But I could manage it only for a short while before disturbing images began to insinuate themselves into my brain, silent and unformed writhing patterns of colour and shape, totally abstract in form yet immensely powerful in their meaningless abstraction. There was an intense physical quality about them that left me damp, bewildered and frustrated. Relief finally came in the form of the hoped for invitation to the viewing. There was a card on which was printed the time and the place, a very exclusive gallery in Bond Street, accompanied by a short letter and a brass key. The letter explained that those invited would have to let themselves in and the key was intended to ensure discretion and security for all concerned. On no account was it to be given to anyone else for the invitation was for me alone. The event was to take place in two days time on Friday, at eight in the evening. Strangely enough from then on I felt calm. Something inside me became content at least for the moment, and I was able to concentrate on the ordinary concerns of everyday life. In fact, time just seemed to fly and then suddenly I had to get ready for my adventure. I was undecided what to wear. I needed to make a good impression, but considering the nature of the exhibition I also wanted to be a bit daring and unconventional yet not too outrageous. I was after all a sophisticated modern young woman who was in charge of her own life and tastes embarking on an adventure to broaden her experience and satisfy her curiosity. Yet there was a strong sexual undercurrent to my thoughts and I felt aroused as though I had been watching an explicit late night film and almost without thinking I selected my most daring lingerie. Dark brown, almost black, no more than patterned scraps of sheer lacy nonsense that held and moulded my breasts in a soft silky embrace together with matching panties, loose fitting at the leg but snug in between; they clung to me to intimately contain and pamper my hidden excitement. A smart knee length black cocktail dress, backless with thin straps holding up a low cut bodice trimmed with black lace and worn underneath a severely cut matching jacket might I hoped convey the right message. Sheer dark stockings and black pumps completed the ensemble. I looked and felt good as I set out to discover what the event had to offer. I walked through the Burlington Arcade into the street of high fashion and art, looking for the address. There in the dark recess of a shop front was the entrance, the open door leading to a narrow flight of stairs. The soft pink glow from the hallway above barely illuminated the luxurious carpet and there was no sound as I climbed to the first floor. Facing me was an ornate wooden door bearing the name of the gallery engraved in gold lettering. The door was closed. I tried the key, in my excitement I could not insert it properly into the lock, but on the second attempt it fitted and opened the door. I do not really know what I expected, but as I entered my attention was completely seized by the enormous canvas facing me. It stood on the floor in the middle of the room and the impression it made blotted out all other awareness. It was about seven or eight feet high and it portrayed a nude female figure of such beauty and power that I caught my breath in admiration. She was a creature from a magical world, a thing of dark and awesome power, in the form of a woman. Yet not a woman, for no woman came adorned with dark wings, which in repose, stretched from her pale shoulders to the ground, the tips of the flight feathers resting alongside her perfectly formed feet. Everything about her was perfect, from the lush midnight curtain cascading from her proud head down over the smooth white body, the intelligent yet severe features, the graceful curve of a neck arising from fine shoulders, the flat stomach with its coating of down, the island of dark pubic hair above that which promised exquisite fulfilment, all was revealed, truly a feast for the eye and the imagination. It was designed to grasp the attention and demand homage from all who saw. But it was the eyes, dark melting lanterns of knowing that stealthily encompassed the soul to hold it hostage while the promise of sweet seduction hovered around the full sensual lips. I felt myself grow damp as I stared at the picture, my insides turning to butter as in my imagination... The sound of someone else entering the room saved me from an embarrassing display of arousal and I quickly moved further into the gallery silently thanking whoever it was who had disturbed me. I drifted from painting to sculpture and on again to yet more painting. All were masterpieces of erotic art, superbly executed and evocative while depicting a range of passion and imagination that was stunning in its impact. And yet I could not get that female figure out of my mind, it was as though the canvas was calling to me and soon I found myself facing the figure once again. This time I examined it closely, letting myself enjoy the power and sensuality of the subject. Suddenly somehow I knew what gave the picture its magic. This was a real portrait not a fantasy. Unbelievable as it might seem, the artist, whoever he or she was, had captured the essence of a real being, someone they knew well. I looked for a signature and in the corner there it was in a small neat hand. Roz Field 1999 2Bnamed ''She has caught the expression very well don't you think?' The softly spoken man was standing next to me as he too admired the work. 'It's her down to the last detail.' I stared at my companion as he spoke. This was impossible. Not only did he regard the picture as a true likeness of someone he knew, he could tell exactly what I was feeling and was prepared to discuss its deeper significance. 'You said she, I've never heard of her, at least I don't think I have, but surely she must have done other work. It's so good and it's very recent isn't it?' He chuckled. 'She would be very flattered to hear you say so but in fact this is almost her only work so far as she has only recently turned her hand to painting.' 'Look, you can meet her if you like, she's about your age so I should think you and she would probably hit it off. Then you could ask her about the subject of the painting.' I felt myself being taken in charge. This courteous man, impeccably dressed was, by his friendly charm, leading me into unfamiliar paths and I wanted to retain some feeling of control. I pulled back from him just a little. 'What does 2Bnamed mean, can she not decide on a title for the work?' He shook his head slowly. 'No, not her, the subject cannot decide.' He turned and began to walk away, but then he stopped and looked at me with a quizzical expression. 'There is a photograph of the artist with a friend in that side gallery on your left. If you still want to meet her after you've seen it, just look around for me, I'm never far away.' I went in the direction he had indicated and there was the photograph. It was a very clever construction for the picture was of two women standing in front of a full length mirror and it was enlarged to life size. The viewer looked from behind the subjects and saw only their reflection. The camera had caught a very intimate moment between two lovers, there was no doubt about the look of adoration on the face of the younger, a fresh faced slim blonde whose long hair fell around her to the soft curves of her buttocks. The other older raven haired beauty, had captured both her companion's hands in hers and was in the act of drawing her into a passionate embrace judging by the expression of sensual promise in her dark eyes. Her magnificent midnight locks cascaded around her naked body down to the floor, the white flesh of her full breasts and long smooth thighs partly hidden in the swaying cloud, soft and lustrous in the subtle lighting. There was something very evocative in the expressions on the two faces. It was almost as though the younger girl yearned to be enmeshed in that exotic web, and her lover's tresses seemed to be responding to her wish, almost reaching out as they prepared to capture her in some strange entanglement. An undertone of some dreadful hunger could be glimpsed in the way the dark beauty was drawing her victim into her grasp, and my pulse raced as I imagined myself in that demanding grip. I wanted to be drawn into that dark cloud and so powerful was the message emanating from the picture that I could feel the delicate tingle of those fine tendrils caressing my face and neck as they closed around me, winding around my naked body, binding me into the hunger of their mistress. I was panting for breath, my hand working feverishly under my dress, my fingers bringing me to a shuddering peak as I swooned in the embrace of the dark haired woman in the photograph. I must have fainted, for the next thing I remember was lying on a couch with a pillow under my head. Sitting beside me and holding my hand was the young girl whose place I had taken in my imagination, no longer naked but dressed in a green silk robe tied at the waist with a thick golden cord. Her pale hair was coiled up into an elegant bun on the top of her head. Standing beside her was the man who had offered to introduce us. 'I think you were a little overcome by the power of the picture. Don't worry you will be fine in a moment. It might help if you drink this, it's herbal tea and good for soothing the nerves.' I took the cup from him a tried a mouthful. It was delicious and went down like silk and without thinking I held the cup up to my lips and drained it in one gulp. He smiled. 'That's better Vikki and there's plenty more where that came from. This is Roz by the way, you know, the painter. Anyway she will look after you while I go back to the other guests.' I watched him leave the room then turned my head to Roz who was still holding my hand. She was smiling as she gently brushed a hair from my cheek. 'So you found the photograph a bit overwhelming Vikki, you don't mind if I call you that do you?' I could only whisper 'Yes I think I did and I don't mind a bit.' I felt safe and comfortable lying there, soothed by her smile and the gentle stroking of her thumb on my wrist. It was as though we had known each other all our lives and had just shared a great secret. But I needed to know that what I had felt was real. 'When I looked at you in the picture, I felt that there was something, oh, it seems silly to say it but I wanted to be...' She leaned forward and looked deep into my eyes. 'Go on Vikki, say it, bring the thought to the front of your mind and enjoy your desire.' Her warm breath on my face as she whispered to me sent a tingle down my spine and I found myself remembering the erotic image that had filled my brain as I stared into the picture. There was a sudden flash of light in the room and I felt a moment of disorientation. The warm hands grasping my own drew me closer towards the welcoming body of my lover, I wanted so much to feel again the warm shifting delicate caress of that magical web as it closed around me, sliding delicately over my skin as it sought entrance into the secret places of my being. I wanted again the claiming of that skilful hungry mouth, taking me deep into a paradise that was not of this world, where unimaginable sensations would wrack my body as I screamed my release on the altar of... I was back on the couch, shaking with the passion of the vision. Roz was holding me close; my face cradled against her warm breast as the tremors gradually subsided. I was scared now, what was happening to me, where did those terrible wonderful images come from, what was I doing here in this beautiful girl's comforting arms? And yet I did not want to stir from that safe haven. I pressed my face into the material of her gown, seeking I know not what. She murmured something, or perhaps it was just a sigh, then she gently opened the garment and let me discover the soft flesh beneath. Instinctively like a child seeking nourishment I found the hard bud, my lips closed around it and I drew it deep into my mouth. Her hand moved to the back of my neck and pressed me into her while her fingers gently caressed the sensitive place behind my ear. As I lay there she told me in her soft gentle voice that I was special and could if I wished become very close to her. Of all the people who had come to the gallery, and indeed very few were invited, I was the only one who had discovered the secrets of the painting and the photograph. Only I had been able to read the powerful messages that had been put there deliberately to draw out and test the abilities of all who looked at them. The gentle stroking of my neck in time with the rhythm of my suckling at her breast, now swollen with the constant stimulation, gradually stilled the anxiety and I became filled with a warm contentment. Her words flowed over and around me, comforting yet at the same time exciting as their significance took root in my thoughts. I lifted my head from its warm fragrant haven and stared at her. 'What do you mean; I could be very special to you? I only know there was a reason that I had to come here.' 'If only you knew how difficult the waiting was before I received the invitation. I was so afraid that I would not be chosen and now there are so many things I want to...' She placed her fingers to my lips, cutting of the flow of questioning and smiled into my eyes. 'Vikki my darling, if you really want you can have all the answers to your questions, but then your life will be so different for ever in so many ways. Nothing will remain the same, for you will be completely changed by those answers and there will be no going back.' I struggled for understanding as I stared into her green eyes. My life, which had seemed so meaningful up to this moment now felt empty. There was a void that cried out to be filled with some unknown fulfilment. I wanted, oh I did not know what I wanted, but deep inside I knew the truth, I wanted her! This girl was the key to everything that had happened since I entered the gallery and now I felt that the desire was mutual, that she wanted me, and I was so so willing. I tried to smile as I whispered my answer.'Oh Roz, yes, yes please!' Slowly she released me and stood up, then taking both my hands in hers, raised me to my feet. There was something different about the way she was staring at me, her smile was now one of open invitation and I began to tremble with anticipation as, without taking her eyes from mine, she slowly led me across the room. There in the corner was the mirror that I had seen in the photograph, and there she led me to stand with her, her hands holding mine as we faced each other. 'You must be very, very sure Vikki, it's just one more step to find what you are looking for, but if you take it then you may lose more than you gain.' My thoughts were in turmoil, I wanted her so much; I wanted to take and be taken into whatever paradise was promised by that smile, yet I was so afraid. I knew that this was no ordinary attraction and that this Roz was someone wonderful and powerful in ways that nature could not explain and her promises that seemed so thrilling could be extremely dangerous. But she had chosen me and suddenly I knew why. By my actions, my answers to the questions, my understanding of the pictures and my hunger for her, I had chosen myself and so I had become her choice. 'Please Roz, I've come this far and now I'm burning up inside, I want you so much, I want to feel the your magic, I want...' Again her fingers silenced my outburst, then slowly, one by one she undid the buttons of my coat then opening it wide, slid it from my shoulders. 'Hush Vikki my darling, it's all right, let's take our time, after all a first kiss only comes once.' I fell into her embrace, staring mesmerised into her green eyes, the enlarged pupils black welcoming pools of desire. Her breath was warm on my skin as her parted lips captured mine in a soft touching, then with a delicious firm pressure she opened my mouth to her kiss. There was a moment of dizziness as she exhaled and I drew her fragrance deep into my lungs and I felt her hand on my neck tilting my head back while she drew me close against her firm body. She left a sweet taste on my tongue as her own touched it in a flickering tantalising invitation and I pursued the delicious morsel into the hot cavern that was its home. And there I was captured, all my senses overwhelmed in that churning writhing pit of lust that was her mouth. My head spun as I searched her depths for the sweet juice that having once been tasted, created in me such a voracious appetite for more. Deeper and deeper became the embrace, until breathless and shaking with arousal, we broke apart to stare wonderingly into each other's excited faces. 'I want to see you, all of you.' The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, but she smilingly held my gaze as she slowly released the cord at her waist and let the garment fall open. My hands floated over her beautiful pert upturned breasts, feeling the softness of her skin against my fingers. I felt her shudder as I touched the hard little buds and delighted, gently touched again. 'Now you' she whispered and raising her hands to the thin straps of my dress, slipped them down over my arms until the bodice fell in a ruck at my hips. I watched her as she licked her lips as though in anticipation as she stared at my bosom. I felt my aroused nipples pressing though the filmy lace and looking in the mirror I could share in her excitement as she and I saw them outlined so proudly as they sought to break free from their constraint. She moved closer and put her arms around me. 'Let me Vikki, let me undress you, you're so beautiful, I want to see and touch every bit of you.' I felt her undo the clasp and slide the gauzy scrap from me and then she stood back and smiled, a warm mischievous smile. 'They're gorgeous, I sometimes wish mine were bigger, but I could snuggle into yours.' I blushed at her words. No one had ever really looked at me like that before. She desired me and I trembled in front of her. 'Now for the rest of you, push your dress down my darling and step out of it.' I shivered under her gaze as I bent to obey, then stood again in my damp clinging panties and stockings. Without a word she knelt before me and began to delicately ease the sheer nylon down my thighs with slow gentle caresses of her long fingers, drawing it down over my knees and calves, raising my feet in turn as she finally freed them from the fine mesh, placing her soft warm lips against each instep before releasing it. Reaching up, she drew away the last remaining barrier and as I stepped out of dark moist scrap, she stood again in front of me, smiling her promise of paradise. 'Now it's your turn my darling, take off the robe and undo my hair, and then we can begin.' The robe fell away from her shoulders almost before my trembling fingers felt its warm silkiness and she rested her face against my shoulder as I lifted my hands to her head and sought the hidden comb that held the hair in place. 'No Vikki, there's no comb, just slide your fingers into the coils then pull them out again very slowly.' I did as she asked, feeling the clinging warmth of the hair against my skin as I plunged deep into that glorious mass. As I slowly withdrew them I felt resistance as if my hands were trapped in the soft web, then came release as the long tresses unwound, cascading over my arms and down Roz's back. 'Oh, that feels so good.' The whisper was soft and warm in my ear to be followed by the delicious caress of a wet tongue exploring the lobe, then the sharp erotic sting of a playful love bite. 'There, look at us now Vikki, in the mirror, just like in the photograph that brought you to me.' There in reflection, we stood. She was holding my hands in hers as if to draw me again into her arms. I looked at the images in the glass and knew that this was the moment of truth for all lovers, that almost imperceptible moment when, as one is drawn into the other, one submits and one conquers. This by some miracle of creative understanding was the image caught and frozen by the mirror. And this was the moment for me as I let her draw me closer to the glass. 'Close your eyes my darling, it's just one more step and we'll be there.' I did not understand her words and I did not care, I just wanted to wrap myself around her, to taste, and feel and ease the burning ache in my loins, I needed her so much. I would let her take me anywhere she wished as long as she gave herself to me and let me drown in her sweet body. I closed my eyes and let her pull me towards her, I took another step and felt myself falling, there was a moment of intense cold all around me then it was gone and there was only the firm welcoming pressure of her sweet body against mine. From knee to breast we were moulded together, our arms wound tightly around each other, hands like grasping talons digging deep into soft flesh as our greedy mouths drank deeply of each others sweet saliva in lascivious delight. This fierce skirmish of lips and tongue, ravishing in its intensity, drew the strength from our bodies and slowly the fire ebbed, to smoulder deep inside us as avid hunger turned to sweet delight. Now came the soft oral caresses, the delicious trapping of pouting flesh between sharp teeth and cushioning lips as we relaxed into playful stimulation. Our bodies came slightly apart in invitation for exploring hands to discover the sensual textures of silky soft skin covering warm flesh moulded into exciting contours. Oh, we savoured each other, did this Roz and I, as she led me into her wild garden of delights. At last she released me and whispered drowsily in my ear. 'Open your eyes my darling, and see where I have brought you.' For a moment I thought that we were still where we had been before. There was the mirror in front of me, her body and mine gleaming in the soft light with the perspiration of lust; there behind us was the couch where she had... I froze and stared into the mirror. Where the couch had been was a bed, with white pillars at each corner draped with dark gauze. And on the bed was a reclining figure... I turned, not quite believing, but trembling with a sweet terror as I looked into those heart-stopping eyes that had first captured my soul. It was her, this great perfect beautiful being, the angel of night, dressed only in her living garment of dark glory, weaving around her like a lustrous rippling halo, her white flesh gleaming through the dark web. One wing, half closed, was curled around her shoulders, her pale face and neck like silver against the dark feathers; the other stretched out wide as though waiting to enfold me. Her eyes, full of the promises of unknown delights, drew me unresisting towards her while Roz urged my faltering footsteps towards my fate. 'I said you would find all the answers my darling, come and be welcomed as we promised.' And from the raven-haired angel a voice like warm syrup came from between her shining wet lips. 'We've been waiting so long for you Vikki my darling and now you belong to us.' With a wildly pounding heart I took the final step and fell into the blessed darkness of her embrace. I knew then that I could never go back.

There you have it, Mona Lisa did have eyebrows. So we have learned that Leonardo da Vinci's portrait of a Florentine merchant's wife originally did show eyebrows, the subject of the portrait did not pluck them in some sixteenth century fashion statement and da Vinci didn't glamorize the woman by hiding the hair. This is only some of the new information supposedly uncovered by French engineer Pascal Cotte. Cotte, who as a boy in the sixties, was fascinated with the Mona Lisa, spending hours simply staring at it the first time he saw the painting in the Louvre. Later in his life he used his training to develop a camera that uses light sensors to scan the painting and actually see what is beneath the layers of paint. Cotte indicates that the scans he made of the Mona Lisa actually reveal traces of eyebrows that were apparently obliterated by a restoration made a long, long time ago. Wait a minute, this is not some nut sneaking out Polaroid photos of the painting and analyzing them. Cotte was given access to the painting in the Louvre's lab three years ago where he scanned it and subsequently spent over three thousand hours analyzing it. By using the sensors he detects light from the visible, as well as the ultraviolet and infrared ranges of the light spectrum which allows him to see beneath the layers of paint. Not only has he revealed the eyebrows and eyelashes in the painting, something that had been a great curiosity for viewers and art experts alike, he has also made a number of other findings perhaps revealing some of da Vinci's earlier intentions for the painting. Apparently da Vinci changed his mind while working on the painting changing the position of two fingers on Mona Lisa's left hand. Cotte also indicates that originally Mona Lisa's face was a bit wider, with a more expressive smile than the final product shows. Imagine that famous smile replaced with a shit-eating grin. You've got to wonder if da Vinci had not made the changes would there be a completely different painting hanging in the Mona Lisa's place in the Louvre? Apparently Mona Lisa was also originally holding a blanket that has apparently faded from view. Cotte has assembled these findings together in an exhibit at the Metreon Centre in San Francisco where he shows the above discoveries along with twenty-one additional secrets about the painting that he has uncovered. Apparently her dress had a hint of lace to it and some currently visible blotches on her were actually varnish marks. He was even able to determine the original colors da Vinci used and has created a reproduction using some bright blues and whites in place of the faded and stained colors now visible. Of course as the mysteries are unveiled you have got to ask yourself if we are losing anything by scraping too deeply into the art. In some cases we may be revealing some aspects that have been destroyed by age, improper handling or previous restoration attempts, but now we are able to chronicle the artist's initial rough drafts, his screw-ups, his compromises, and perhaps failures in the development of the masterpiece. While this may educate experts on the development of great are, are we demystifying the genius and undermining the art in exposing what the artist did not intend to expose? Imagine digging even deeper into this and other pieces of art, perhaps we can uncover more. Who wouldn't like to get a peek at Mona Lisa's breasts? The original may have been a nude, think of what da Vinci could have done with her breasts, the same alluring artistry presenting a perfect nipple. Deep scan's of Rodin's famous sculpture "The Kiss" will reveal his original intention, "The Blow-job" or perhaps relocate "The Thinker"'s left hand and Rodin's sculpture becomes "The Masturbator." And then Rodin's "The Bather," well, no, we won't even imagine changing that one. Certainly the perverse considerations above are profane but, as scientific methods and equipment continues to advance, will the great art of the world continue to be probed and exposed in the artistic equivalent of what I detailed in the preceding paragraph. While these advanced techniques can analyze the art without physically damaging the work, will the integrity of the masterpiece be degraded as images the artist did not intend to present become part of the work? Do we really need to know the 25 secrets of the Mona Lisa, or should the art simply stand as it presently exists? The art world and the world of science need to think about what they are truly accomplishing and what the repercussions their "discoveries" will have on art in general. **Sources** 1\. "Finally, one Mona Lisa mystery solved," Houston Chronicle, October 23, 2007, pg A2. 2\. "Digital scans reveal Mona Lisa secrets," Guardian Limited, October 22, 2007 http://arts.guardian.co.uk/art/news/story/0,,2196892,00.html 3\. "25 Secrets of Mona Lisa Revealed," Jeanna Bryner, Live Science, October 18, 2007 http://www.livescience.com/history/071018-mona-lisa.html I think most of us have had "that" experience. You're involved in something sexual, but you have no idea what you're doing, and you're not really prepared to fake it. Well, this is my version of that, well one of them anyway. My freshman year of college at a state school, I'm living in the dorms. My "girlfriend" if you'd call her that was Ilona who claimed to be Ukrainian, but I always thought of her as Dutch. She had that white-blonde hair. Not platinum blonde; it just wasn't that shiny. But she had a rack on her that made me forget a lot of other issues. And she let me play with them. As long as I was fingering her, she let me suck on those juicy melons as long as I wanted to - well, until she came. One night we had been out at a party, and I got to see a different side of her, literally. We got back to her room and started making out. (We weren't actually fucking each other.) Her roommate had a boyfriend with an apartment, so she was seldom around, so we figured we had most if not all of the night. After some heavy petting and me sucking on those beautiful nipples, she pushes me off of her. "Do you want me to suck on you?" she asked my straight out. "Well, yeah!" was my immediate response. "Well, then you have to eat me out." "OK" 'nuff said. Up to this point, she had only giving me one blow job and she was really drunk that night. I questioned whether she even remembered it. It wasn't that good, but I'm a red blooded American male and I was willing to take a bad BJ over no BJ. So she kind of flopped over, with those big breasts down in her pillow and she pointed her ass up in the air. So being the active and ready guy I was, I dove in and started licking her pussy and trying to get to her clit. "No", she said as she was swatting at me with her hand. "Lower." At first I wondered what she meant. With her ass up in the air, lower seemed to be her legs, but that couldn't be right. Then she grabbed one of her butt cheeks and said "Get to it!" I admit it. I was dumbfounded. I knew (now) that she wanted me to eat her ass. I thought about it and actually somewhat logically, maybe drunk logic, thought I was happy to eat her pussy, and she peed out of that, why not eat her ass? I was staring right at it and it looked clean. Whether it was natural or she shaved, there was no hair there. (I knew nothing about women!) It even smelled kind of good, kind of like lipstick. I figured maybe she had put some kind of moisturizer there. It felt like I was debating this internally for some time, but she didn't give me another "Get to it" so I figured it just seemed a lot longer than it really was. Being ignorant, I started to lap at her bung hole like it was an ice cream cone. "What are you a dog?" she asked while laughing at me. Well, I may not be knowledgeable about women (probably still not) but I have some pride. So I figured, let's do it like it was a pussy. I stuck my tongue in there and started to wiggle it around. Still no bad taste, so I got bolder. Without a clit to focus on, I started fucking her with my tongue. I'd get my tongue in there and then keeping it as stiff as I could. I'd lick my way out, making sure to try and get all the way around, so no one side got more attention than another. With my hands keeping her slightly too ample ass cheeks out of the way, I was really getting into this. I was moving around, lapping, driving, I was doing everything I could think of, and honestly probably more. I remembered people always called it a rim job, so I tried to focus on the rim, her actual anus, but I was trying to get deeper as well. And now her encouragement lacked the sarcasm from before. She sure sounded like she was loving it. Suddenly, she sat up, and I was almost disappointed. She practically threw me down on the bed and swallowed my cock to the back of her throat in one gobble. I lay on my back watching her head bob up and down on my shaft loving every minute of it. She may have been drunk by legal standards, but this was not the sloppy girl I had had the last time. She knew what she was doing, and she was doing it well. She stopped for a second to catch her breath and that's when I realized she was frigging herself wildly. Her hand was a blur down there as she took me into her mouth again. We were both ready and we both finished within another minute. I spouted off first, and she just kept going, taking my full load into her mouth, and it was a full load. Then she gasped while still around my cock, and the cum oozed out of her mouth and back down my shaft. She was gasping for breath and cumming up a storm herself. I just watched her cum, and it was sexy! Made my little gentleman jump right back to attention. But as you've probably guessed by now, this was not a loving relationship. Once she was done and had caught her breath, she wiped her mouth on a towel then threw it to me. I cleaned myself off and pulled my pants back on. I was getting ready to leave and neither one of us had spoken. I turned to her, trying to think of something romantic or at least just "cool" to say, when she beat me to it. "Next time - don't cum in my mouth." Sounds bad, huh? But, at least I knew there was going to be a next time! _I do explicitly state that both people are 18 before any actual sex acts._ ***** Hello. My name is Timothy. I am a sexual addict. I am engaging in my fourth step in recovery: A searching and fearless moral inventory of myself. It makes the most sense to proceed chronologically with my first experiences in "love" and "sex." Unfortunately neither one is an exciting experience. In fact I have never told the story of my first sexual experience. I usually skip to my second one and tell people that was my first. It makes for a better story. But this is recovery. And this is where it really all began. I have never been popular. I have never been much of anything. I only had one friend growing up. And he wasn't in my grade in school. One of those "weekend" friends. The other kids just ignored me. Home was no different. Both parents worked and my older siblings always left me behind. I learned early on to be constantly self-sufficient. When I was in my late teens, I attempted suicide. I spent the next few months in a hospital for teens. The place was a nice cluster of troubled kids that made a bad mistake or two. Only two people I met there actually needed deep mental therapy sessions. However, it was there something happened that had never happened to me before. A girl actually spoke to me. Kara. She wanted to know me. Everything about her was mired in sadness. Even her eyes looked like they were always on the verge of tears. Before then, I always fantasized about tall, large breasted blondes in the Hollywood image we are supposed to love. This girl looked nothing like them. She was short, black hair, small breasts, beautiful black eyes, her arms covered in scars... and she was ultimately perfect. After I left the hospital I tried to contact Kara. She blew me off. She had her own life to live. I never felt a strong connection to anyone before. The hurt ran deeper than anything I ever felt. If I can say that I ever felt a true feeling of love for anyone in this world, it would have been always her. For the next few years I had to stay in a group therapy for teens. I found it absurd that the females were usually very emotionally fragile while the males were abusive jerks. Kind of like mixing the wolves with the sheep and letting them figure it out for lengthy sessions. When I got my license, I became the chauffeur of the gang outside of group. I suddenly became very popular. When they wanted to hook up with one of the others, I usually drove them back and forth and to the movies. They never attempted to set me up with a girl. I was open with the other members about my feelings of love for the girl that I barely knew. I guess they respected that misguided youthful emotion. Then one day, there was a girl from the group with a different plan. A half Hispanic-half black girl, Mari, asked me to help her find some stuff for moving out. She was 18, as I was, but she was already looking to move in with one of her boyfriends. She wasn't happy unless she had two or three guys ready to hump her. When I got to her house she brought me up to her bedroom. She had a lot of boxes on the floor, half packed with her stuff. She was wearing a loose tank top that showed off a lot of cleavage. She might have been a lot sexier, but she already had a child 3 years previously and didn't quite bounce back all the way. Her tits were a little stretch-marked and sat low. Her ass was also wide and flat. But she liked to screw a lot so there was never a shortage of guys in her erotic life. I asked her what she needed my help doing in her room today. She said to just sit on the bed for now. She still had some things to sort out. I lay down and stared at the ceiling. I was getting bored of everyone from group using me for free rides. I never asked for anything in return and that's exactly what I got. Nothing. I liked having "friends" in my life, but I was starting to question the motives and values of the friends I was making. I thought about Kara again. I loved her eyes more than anything. They are still burned into my naked memory. "Damn. Look at that dick move." Mari's words interrupted my absent thoughts. I didn't need to look down to know I had an erection, but I did it anyway. I tried to look as apologetic as possible. "I'm sorry, I meant to..." "Shut up. I think that virgin dick wants to say hello." I propped myself up on my elbows as she sat down next to me on the bed. Her hand went right to the tent in my pants and she rubbed my hard-on through my jeans. "Oooh. I like what I see here." She was definitely hitting my erogenous zones. My thoughts of Kara vanished. The only thoughts in my mind were "Holy shit! I'm finally going to have sex." Ideally, I wanted Kara to just show up one day and I would lose my virginity in an act of pure love. But at this point I was willing to take what I could get. I didn't want to die a virgin and felt that any notch on my bedpost was better than nothing. I honestly felt like I wound end up living my life without sex. Mari leaned in closer. I thought she was going to kiss me but she stopped short. "Feel my tits." I reached out my right hand and grabbed her left tit. "Oh god yes! Oh, fuck, I love your hands." Her acting was so awful I almost started laughing. However, I had a tit in my hand, and that was more important at the moment. I finally got a boob. I slid my hand over the tank top and felt her bare skin at the top of her breast. I slid my hand down past the bra and let my fingertips touch her nipple. I gave her a few light pinches and rolled it around. I could feel the nipple get harder the more I played with it. I ran my index finger around the bumps on her areola and I could see her shudder silently Meanwhile, she had unzipped my fly and pulled my dick through both the peeholes in my underwear and my jeans. She was smiling at my dick and talking to it as she casually tugged it every few seconds. I am a leaker and it didn't take long for the precum to get my dick wet. I pulled the strap of her tank top down and exposed her bra-covered breast. I shoved my hand back inside her bra and pulled the breast completely out of the cup. I finally got to see a real boob close up. Her nipple was dark brown and her skin had stretch marks at the top. The nipple was a little low and almond shaped. "Damn. I want to fuck you, but I'm on my period." At first I thought this was all some mean joke. Once again I was about to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. "How about I just suck your dick?" It sounded like a reasonable offer. I never even kissed a girl. Maybe it was too overzealous to skip right to sex, but a blowjob was definitely a noble pursuit. "Umm, sure." I was always so good with words, I should have won an award. Mari bent forward and opened her mouth. She was about to put my raging cock inside of her face when she pulled back again. "You know what? Fuck it. I'm horny as shit." She got up from the bed, unbuttoned her shorts, pulled them down and kicked them off. She carefully opened her panties and peeled them slowly down. She had a full black bush that about 3 inches in height. I could see the blood covered pad lined in her panties as she pulled them down all the way. The next thing to hit me was a sudden odor. I've heard tales of what vaginas smell like and this was nothing like those. From two feet away I felt like I was smelling a cross between burnt rubber, and an unwashed armpit mixed with wet dog. It was actually quite sickening. She moved on top of me and my dick slid right in. She knew exactly how to insert on the move. She rode her hips back and forth a few times. In my head I was thinking, "This is it. You're finally having sex. This is what it's all about." But I wasn't excited. My mind was drifting. My brain didn't want to be passionate or even exist in the moment. "Oh my God, look. You popped my cherry too. Look at the blood." She was half- laughing and half-smiling at me. I looked down and saw that I had her period blood on my shaft and some of it was on my jeans, which I was still poking through. Her left breast was flopping back and forth outside of her shirt. I grabbed it again. I was losing interest. Her smell was getting more potent. She was heavy on top of me. My dick was covered in blood. Most importantly, I didn't love this girl. I could feel that I was losing my erection. This wasn't going to end well if I suddenly lost my hard-on. I did the only thing I felt was right. I faked my orgasm. She hopped off of me and I felt relieved. "You're no longer a virgin, my man. Oooh. I need to smoke you were so good." She got up still pantless with one boob hanging out and lit a smoke from her dresser. She offered me a puff, but I don't smoke. While she smoked her cigarette, I was staring at her thighs. I could see a splotch of blood smeared across her inner thighs. The whole sight just turned me off. We said our goodbyes and I got in my car to head home. I drove two blocks away and then pulled behind a local store. I spent the next 15 minutes crying my eyes out. I hadn't cried so hard in years. I didn't know what I was. I knew I wasn't gay because I wasn't attracted to men. But I never wanted to have sex with a girl ever again.

_I live happily with my partner in Queensland, Australia... when I'm not writing; I enjoy my partner's love, our sex life and the occasional sex with my girlfriends... I hope you enjoy my stories about my fantasies and maybe I'll tell you about my real adventures..._ * * * * * I had just locked my front door, was turning to walk down the front steps, when I heard a woman's cry of pain from the road. I ran to the front gate and found what appeared to be a mud monster lying on the grass verge. The monster was crying and including a few expletives between gasps. The monster raised it's hand and wiped away some of the mud covering it's face. I could now see a woman's face staring back at her; tears were streaming from her eyes, down her cheeks and mingling amongst the streaks of mud still on her face. I ran to the woman's side and helped her get to her feet, "Are you ok?" I asked, "I think I've broken my ankle" the woman gasped, then a loud "SHIT" when she placed her weight on her right foot. At that moment the sky's opened and the third heavy downpour of the morning soaked us both in seconds. I placed the woman's arm around my shoulders, "Quick, come inside before we drown" and together we hobbled to the front door of my house. I got the door unlocked and then helped the wet and mud covered woman into the house. A quick thought of "Bugger, I've just washed these floors" as I helped the woman to a chair in the kitchen, leaving a trail of mud and water on my freshly cleaned tile floors. The woman sat down heavily on the chair, allowing me to stand back and take stock of the situation. The rain had washed most of the mud from the woman's face and I estimated her to be, like myself, in her mid forties. Also like me she had dirty blonde hair but in the woman's case this could be real dirt. I turned away saying, "Stay there and I'll get a cloth and some water" I was only gone for a few seconds, returning with a clean face cloth and a bowl of warm water. I placed these on the Kitchen table and pulled out a chair for the woman to rest her foot on. I knelt beside the chair and, using the cloth soaked in warm water, gently wiped away the mud covering the woman's ankle. It was starting to swell so I went to the freezer, took out one of my Chilly Bin Gel Packs, wrapped it in a damp towel and placed it over the swollen ankle, "How does that feel?" I asked, "A lot better thanks, God I feel a right idiot, I had just jumped one damn puddle, but when I landed, my ankle twisted and I fell into the next one, I must look a sight." "Well I don't think it's broken, but it is swelling nicely, you'll be getting some relaxation time for the next few days I think," At that, the both of us started to laugh. "Ow, oh don't make me laugh, it hurts," then she only laughed harder. When her laughter eased up, the woman held out her hand," I'm Amanda, thanks for you help." Patricia, don't mention it" I said as I shook her hand. "I fancy a coffee, would you like one too?" "Yes please," Amanda replied. I set about filling and putting the kettle on while Amanda used the face cloth to wipe some of the mud off her arms and legs. "When the pain eases you're welcome to have a shower, and I have some spare clothes you can have." "Thanks again, well if I have to fall over, I'm glad I did it outside your house, I can't see me trying to hobble back to the office like this." The kettle boiled and I poured the water into two large mugs, "Milk and sugar?" I asked, "Just milk please," When the coffees were made, I brought them over to the table, "OK, lets have another look at the damage" I eased the towel covered gel pack off the ankle, "Can you wriggle your toes?" Amanda slowly moved her toes with only a slight grimace, "Thank goodness it's not broken, I'd hate to be laid up for the next few weeks, I've got far too much to do." "If you feel up to it, do you want to take that shower now?" I asked, "Good idea, I'm still dripping here and I dread to think what my hair looks like." I went into the bathroom and started the shower, making sure it wasn't too hot then went to get a large bath towel for Amanda. When everything was laid out, I went into the kitchen to help Amanda. "Best you strip off here, then I'll help you into the shower, in fact, I think I need one after you." Amanda gingerly stood and started to undress. She pulled her T-shirt over her head displaying a white lacy bra that only just contained her large breasts, I watched as Amanda reached behind and unclipped the bra strap. Once released from the confining bra, Amanda's large breasts dropped only slightly, I saw the large areole surrounding each nipple becoming visible as she lowered the bra then dropped it to the floor. She didn't seem to notice my eyes widen as I took in the sight of the large nipples sitting in the centre of the areole, however the nipples started to slowly get more erect, "Probably from the cool air in here." I thought. Next Amanda hooked her thumbs into her shorts and slowly lowered them to the ground. I held her arm as she lifted her feet to step out of them. Without any hesitation, Amanda slowly started to remove her white hipster panties. When she straightened after stepping out of them, I couldn't help but notice that Amanda was cleanly shaven, and her labia were plainly visible. I closed her eyes and slowed my breathing, "OK you're just helping her, calm down" I thought. All sorts of wonderful images had sped through my mind when I'd seen how clean and lickable Amanda's pussy had been. Amanda held out her arm and wrapped it around my shoulder. I felt Amanda's heavy breast brush then bump against mine as I helped Amanda to the shower, I couldn't help looking down at the breast pressed hard up against mine, "Mmmmmmm I would love to run my tongue around that nipple right now" I thought, the image causing my vagina to emit a spark of energy, straight up my body to my own nipples, causing them to strain against the material of my bra. Although my bra was a sheer lacy one, whenever my nipples were erect for whatever reason, the bra felt very rough and caused my nipples to become extremely sensitive, the sensitivity increasing with each movement. My right arm was wrapped around Amanda's back and the feel of her skin was heightening my arousal even more than the sight of those wonderful breasts. I was tempted to slide my hand down to Amanda's tight, pert arse cheeks and give them a squeeze, but decided better not too. "Wouldn't want to scare the poor girl, but then she can hardly run away," I barely contained the giggle that rose in my throat as we entered the bathroom. The steam was pouring over the top of the large shower stall, and when Amanda opened the stall door it enveloped her. "Are you OK by yourself?" I asked," Yes I can cope for now thanks," I wasn't sure but it looked like Amanda had a slight smile on her face as she entered the shower, "OK, I'll go and find some clothes, take your time" As I rummaged in the wardrobe for some clothes, I could hear Amanda quietly singing as she showered. "She's got a gorgeous body" I thought, "I wonder if she's played with a woman before." I thought back to my first time with a woman and how much I'd enjoyed the soft gentle touch of a woman's hand on my body, and how different it was from being made love to by a man. The way a woman naturally knew how to pleasure another and bring her to some wonderful multiple orgasms. The kiss of a woman was so much more sensuous, her tongue quickly finding all the pleasure spots, and then there was the way a woman used all of her mouth on her pussy and clit, knowing exactly when to lick and when to suck, when to use her fingers and just where. "Mmmmmmm I could go a good session right now" I mused. I picked out a light top and some shorts for Amanda; I didn't bother with a bra, as I doubted any of hers would fit her, although my breasts where large and full, Amanda's would have over flowed any of my bras. I chose a pair of my own sheer panties and then laid the clothes out on the large bed. I searched for some more clothes for myself and then got undressed. I retrieved a large towel from the hot press, wrapped it around myself then waited for Amanda to emerge from the shower. After five minutes or so, I heard the shower stop and the stall door open. I went into the bathroom and helped Amanda step out for the stall. Amanda's skin had turned slightly red from the hot water and to my eyes she looked gorgeous. I couldn't help admiring the naked body in front of me, especially the large breasts with the very erect nipples, which were gently moving from side to side as Amanda breathed. I got the towel and opened it for Amanda, Amanda turned her back to me and I wrapped it around her. I slowly ran the towel over her back, then slowly started to dry further down until I was drying Amanda's arse. I held my breath for a second then Amanda opened her legs to allow me to dry the inside of her legs. I wrapped the towel around her right leg then moved it down to her foot, being careful not to hurt her ankle. I raised my head and found myself looking directly into Amanda's eyes; She had a soft smile on her face, " Mmmmmmm" she purred, " That's nice". I slowly moved the towel back up Amanda's leg, stopping just short of the junction between her thighs, then transferred the towel to the left leg and slide it down then up, removing the water droplets. When I was almost at the top Amanda's thigh, she opened her legs wider still. I was looking directly into Amanda's puffy and spread labia where I could see that her clit was hard and fully unsheathed. I dropped the towel on the floor and tentatively slid my hand up Amanda's thigh until I was cupping her entire pussy. I placed my thumb just above Amanda's clit and gently moved it from side to side then lowered it until it could roll the clit in tiny circles. I heard Amanda gasp and say, " Don't stop, please don't stop." Amanda leaned forward a little more and pushed her hips backwards giving me full access to her clit and opening vagina. I ran my tongue up the back of Amanda's thigh as I played with her clit, then moved my head underneath Amanda's pussy and replaced my thumb with the tip of my tongue, flicking the hard clit and gathering up the warm sweet fluid that was starting to drip from Amanda's pussy lips. I slid my tongue just inside her pussy then placed it back on her clit. At that moment Amanda came hard. She pushed hard back against my mouth and moved her pussy up and down my rigid tongue. Her orgasms hit one after the other, she was moaning and seemed to be having difficulty breathing as she started to gasp, inhaling more than exhaling, almost hyperventilating. Then she started to collapse, her legs giving out on her, I caught her and slowly lowered her to the bath mat. After a minute, Amanda's breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes and looked up at me, "Wow, THAT was good, I think I needed that" I laughed, " It was my pleasure, you taste divine, especially when you cum. Now lets get you up off the floor and I'll grab a quick shower." I helped Amanda into the bedroom and showed her the clothes I'd laid out then went and showered. As I stood under the hot water, I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth, tasting the sweet tanginess of Amanda's juices," I wonder if I'll get to taste some more of her and I definitely want to play with those magnificent breasts," I mused. I was tempted to slide my fingers onto my own clit and pleasure myself, but decided against it, "Hopefully Amanda will want to do it for me" When I finished my shower, I wrapped the towel around myself again and went into the bedroom. There I found that Amanda had slid in between the sheets and was sitting up in the bed, her breasts uncovered. She had a very sexy smile on her face as she said," Would you like to join me?" I dropped my towel, walked around the bed and climbed in beside Amanda. Amanda laid me back onto the pillow then softly kissed my lips, barely opening her mouth. I responded by opening my mouth just enough to allow Amanda to push her tongue into my mouth. Amanda's tongue searched and then played with mine, still able to taste her own pussy juice in my mouth. As we kissed I could feel Amanda's breasts pressing against my own, I could feel how hard Amanda's nipples where as they moved over my own erect buds. After what seemed hours, Amanda started to kiss her way down my throat, her hand underneath my breast softly squeezing it, running a thumb over the sensitive nipple making me gasp and push my head back into the pillow. Amanda's tongue continued its journey onto my breasts, circling along the little bumps of my areole, before wetting then flicking the very hard nipple. Amanda continued to circle the nipple, finally she sucked it into her hot mouth, nipping the end with her teeth, and then sucking harder causing me to cry out. When Amanda moved to my other breast, she slowly started to move her hand down my stomach, moving from side to side and sometimes barely touching my skin. I immediately opened my legs for her, feeling my juices flow out of my pussy and spill down to my arse where they pooled. Amanda played with my belly ring for a few seconds then continued down to the small patch of hair that guarded the entrance to my pussy. Amanda slid a finger alongside my clit, tracing it for a few seconds then continuing downwards until her finger slid easily into my hot, wet vagina. She circled the entrance before plunging the finger deep inside. I bucked my hips upwards, pushing against the intruding finger, trying to get it deeper still. Amanda withdrew it part of the way out then pushed it back in, repeating the process over and over. I couldn't stay still, my breasts where on fire where Amanda was sucking first one then the other nipple and when she added another and then another finger to make three fingers fucking me hard, I went over the edge, bucking my hips harder against Amanda's hand, feeling the tips of her fingers touching my cervix. I felt the world stop as orgasm after orgasm hit me. I couldn't breathe, I didn't know where I was and didn't care, all I cared about was the fingers wriggling and moving inside me and the hot mouth working hard on my breasts. It took an age for me to come down from my last orgasm and, when I opened my eyes, I saw Amanda looking down at me with a soft smile. "Well you do know how to enjoy yourself don't you darling?" I nodded barely able to speak, "That was very easy to enjoy, Thank you." "It was my pleasure and it was a little thank you for helping me out in my hour of need" I placed a hand under Amanda's breast and licked gently from the underside to the nipple, enjoying the weight of it in my hand and the reaction of the nipple when I touched the tip of my tongue to it. "I loved how you tasted earlier and I would love some more" with that, I pushed the bedclothes off Amanda and commenced kissing and licking my way down her body. Amanda opened her legs and settled herself back against the pillows, she took her breasts in her hands and started to knead them and pull on the hard buds allowing me to concentrate on my tongues journey. I stopped at Amanda's belly button, pushing my tongue inside then blowing into it, loving the way it caused Amanda to tighten her stomach muscles each time. As I played there I placed a hand gently on Amanda's thigh and softly stroked the sensitive skin, knowing how I love to be touched there myself. After a few minutes I crawled between Amanda's legs and surveyed the glorious bare pussy in front of me. Amanda's labia were still very swollen and her large and erect clit was in full view, seemingly begging to be licked and sucked. I spread the pussy lips apart, revealing the opening to Amanda's sex, the juices flowing freely from it. I leant forward and very slowly slid my tongue as far into Amanda as I could. Amanda bucked her hips upwards, squeezing her breasts almost painfully; tweaking the nipples and pulling them away from her breasts before letting them go only to repeat it again and again. I removed my tongue, taking with it a large amount of the thick sweet juices. I spread the juices over Amanda's clit then went back for move. After doing this a few times, I concentrated on her clit, flicking it hard with the tip of my tongue, circling it then flicking it again. After circling it for a few times I placed my mouth so it covered Amanda's vagina opening and clit then I sucked. I sucked gently at first then stronger and stronger as I used my tongue to delve into the hot vagina then flick the clit hard. Amanda came the third time I sucked hard, her hands flying to my head, pulling my mouth with all her strength against her clit and pussy, moving her hips faster and faster up and down until she went rigid, screaming some wild incantation as she came over and over again. After a few minutes Amanda released my head and sat up. I gave Amanda's clit a little lick then knelt in front of her. Amanda once again held my head, this time gently, leant forward and softly kissed and licked my mouth, using her tongue to lick away her juices that were still smeared there. I responded and returned the kiss, using my tongue to wrestle with Amanda's. We both lay down on the bed entwined in each other's arms and softly kissed and touched each other. We hardly spoke until Amanda declared that she had to go. She'd only meant to be away from her office for a quick thirty-minute walk and she'd actually been away for two hours. I helped her get dressed, every now and then stopping to kiss a piece of uncovered skin, then offered to drive Amanda back to her office. The rain had stopped when we left the house and after helping her into the car, I drove Amanda the four blocks to her office. I stare down at the people below hungrily, my eyes roving over the bare skin, the laughing girls, the smiles. All of it is intoxicating to me. My name is Yuna. To all of your readers out there, that is Lady Yuna. If you are a woman, chances are that you are already sweating. Already hot and heavy. Already mine. If you're a guy...? Well, I'm the reason you can't find a nice girlfriend. My life mission has always been to track down, conquer, and fuck all the lovely ladies in the world. And I have become exceedingly good at it. Allow me to share with you the events of my typical, everyday life. The life I partake in every day. Rain or shine, on a beach or a mountain, in a club or on the street. All the world's women are mine. It was this day in particular that I decided to write down for you today, because it perfectly encapsulates just what it is I do and how I do it. I leaned outside the window, staring at the women in the park below, wondering just where to start. I am new to this town, and the people here are not yet aware of my presence. I tap the window, wondering where to go for the day, when to my surprise, a knock came at the door. "Yes?" I call back, behind me. "Who is it?" "A neighbor!" A voice said cheerfully. I smile as I reach for the door and pop it open. There, standing in front of me, was a smiling, red haired girl about my own age. She was tall and thin, and was holding a large cake in front of her. "Hello there." She said. "You're Yuna, right?" She handed the cake to me. "My name is Victoria... I live down the hall with my roommates. We made you this to welcome you in." The cake is lovely looking, and quite large for a single person. I admire it a little. "Wow, thank you so much!" I say cheerfully. "Victoria, please... come in, I can't eat this all myself... We can share it." Victoria nodded, grinning, as she stepped into the apartment. I close the door behind her, admiring her cute little butt, as she made her way over to the table. "Do you live with anyone?" Victoria asked curiously, as she set the cake down on my small kitchen table. "No, it's just me." "Really? We heard a lot of noise when you first moved in." I had taken in three girl from the park that night and had dominated them there, right in the middle of the kitchen, all night long. All three had orgasmed again and again, screaming all the while. I was foolish to think the neighbors would not have heard. Although thankfully they did not seem to realize it was sexual in nature. "I had friends over." I say smoothly. "Perhaps your roommates would like to be the next to come over?" I stare at her intently, trying to gauge her reaction. Victoria, however, did not seem to realize what I was getting at. "Oh, none of us get along, really." She said. "I mean, we do... sort of, but we're not... a super tight knit group of friends, you know?" "But you baked this cake together." I pointed out. "Yeah, but we do that for everyone." Victoria said, laughing a little. "It's fun. I really enjoy it." I nod my understanding. "Well, I wouldn't feel right eating this cake without all the chefs here in one room." I tell her. "I'll save it for tonight, okay?" Victoria smiled warmly at me. "I'll let them know, but I'm not sure if they'll come." "Oh, they'll come alright." I say, smirking, as I stand up and take a look out of the window. "By the way, I was wondering Victoria..." "Yes?" "What is there to do around here?" I asked. "What is there to do?" "Oh, lots!" Victoria said brightly, as she came next to me and pointed over the horizon. "The park is a lot of fun. There's a pool, for example." "A pool?" I repeat. My last encounter with a pool had been wild. I was anxious to get back into it. "I would like to go." Victoria grinned. "Do you like swimming?" She asked me. "No, I just like showing off my body." I tell her. She giggled. Encouraged, I tug up my shirt and show her my abs. She put her hands to her mouth and breathed outward. "W-wow..." She said. "I've never seen such..." She shook her head. "Would it be weird if I touched them?" "It would." I tell her, smirking, as I lowered my shirt. She looked embarrassed for a little bit. "I'm sorry." She said quickly. "I don't know what came over me." "I feel that way all the time." I told her. "Don't worry about it." I tap my hand against the counter, observing her body language and demeanor. She was not someone who was used to women coming on to her. I would have to be very careful when it came to conquering this one. "You know." I say, trying to keep my expression neutral. "Maybe I would let you touch my abs if I touch yours." "My...?" The girl flushed. "I- I don't have abs." she said quietly. She looked downcast. I giggle a little, as I press myself up against her. "Come on, have a little faith." Reluctantly, she raised her hand as I reach out and stroke her stomach, sensually. She had not been lying. She was not a fat girl by any means, but she seemingly lacked the discipline to have the sort of body I had earned through hard work. "Wow..." Victoria murmured. "You're so hard..." She flushed, pulling away. "That sounded bad." She said. "I didn't mean anything by it, really." "Oh, really?" I ask. "That's a shame. I was going to kiss you." The girl jumped. "You- you were going to what?" She squeaked. I smile at her warmly as I lean in closer to her face. "I was going to kiss you." I repeat, as I sensually run my hands over her body. "I was going to strip you naked, throw you onto this table, and fuck you raw." The girl too shocked to move, did not resist as I leaned forward and kissed her, right on the lips. Before long, she is returning the kiss deeply, wrapping her arms around me. When I pull away, she mewls with disappointment. "Yuna, I..." "Shhhh." I unclasp her clothes, throwing them to the floor, and in a matter of moments she is moaning in pleasure. "Yuna... Yuuuuuuuuuuuuna..." She moans. She orgasmed, right there in my kitchen. She lay there, gasping for breath, as I stand over her, petting her bare back. "There. How as that?" I ask smoothly. Victoria moaned. "Wonderful..." "Have you never been with another girl before?" "I've never been with anyone before..." I smile. "How about your roommates?" I press. "Have you ever thought about doing nasty, filthy things to them?" "No...! Never." "Well, perhaps it's something you never knew you wanted." I say quietly. "When they come by tonight, we shall see."

The pounding on the door became intense as Mrhappy went to see who the new arrivals were. As he opened the door he was pushed aside by the rush of bodies stampeding inside. It was everyone! Introductions were made all around as those who had already arrived met those who just arrived. Only two were missing as warm hugs, little smooches and handshakes were exchanged. SpecialK and Manu were missing. "Where is SpecialK?" asked BluesmanII. Just then SpecialK emerged shyly out of the bathroom, her gold robe closed up to the neck and the sash firmly tied. Upon seeing the fanatic horny look on the faces of the new arrivals, her eyes popped open as wide as saucers and she contemplated returning back to the bathroom and locking the door for the duration of her stay. "Don't be shy, girl!" Nurse demanded as she tore SpecialK's robe from her body. "I see naked bodies all the time. The job, ya know." The men gasped as they gazed upon SpecialK's body. She rather enjoyed the special attention and soon got over her shyness. Deborah, Helle and Nurse snuck off to find Manu as SpecialK distracted the others and Crystal and Butterfly began to entertain all with tales of their incredibly eventful journeys to nirvana, the Literotica Reunion. "Yeow!" cried Manu. "Dammit, Deborah, don't bite me when I'm talking on the phone. And Helle, get your tongue out of my ass. You're tickling me." "Who are you talking to, Manu?" Helle asked. "I'm talking to XXplorher," Manu replied hesitantly. "What the fuck are you talking to him for?" Helle spat out. "It's business. We need some big bucks to keep Literotica up and running. Now you girls go and get your bikinis on and get your sweet asses down to the beach. And tell the other girls to do the same. I want to get some pictures." "But Manu," interrupted Nurse, who had been assisting Deborah, who simply had to talk at times, "your balls are blue!" "Get lost girls or I'll summon Dixon and tell him to stick his monster dick up your ass." "Oh, no!" the three girls screamed in unison and ran off. Manu finished his telephone conversation with XXplorher. "Let me get this straight, XX, you want me to get pictures of all the Literotica Reunion goings on? And you'll pay me $100,000? You are publishing your new tabloid and the cover story will be the Reunion?" "Yeah, Manu," XXplorher responded. "Did you see the December 21 issue of 'THE NATIONAL ENQUIRER' by chance? And the headline 'Wild Women of the Century' all about their scandals, secrets and affairs and how they broke all the rules? Well, my tabloid is 'The International INquireHER' and my cover story is 'Wild Women of the Literotica Reunion and the Men They Loved, and Loved, and Loved..." "Ok, XX, I'm off to do the pictures. I'll use my camcorder and then convert them to stills with my Snappy or Dazzle." "One more thing, Manu," XX asked with envy in his voice. "Do the girls miss me? Do they talk about me with longing in their voices?" Manu crossed his fingers and answered, "You got that right, dude." He said goodbye, got his camcorder and went looking for the bikini babes. When Nurse, Deborah and Helle went to round up the other girls, they found Crystal and Butterfly engaged in a heated conversation. "Look at this, girls," Crystal whined indignantly. "The guys want us to sign this thing called a Pre-Sexual Agreement. They want to cover their ass but yet uncover ours." "Just sign the damned thing!" demanded Butterfly. "I'm horny." "Well, what does it say?" asked Nurse. Crystal explained. "It starts like this. 'I, the undersigned, hereby voluntarily agree to participate in the Literotica Reunion at my own risk. In no event will I initiate or participate in any sexual harassment or similar action against any of the men involved.' Is that bullshit or what?" "Then it goes on with, 'Furthermore, in consideration of the fact that matters might get of control, I agree to: *** Take my birth control pills and use a condom when appropriate. *** Not get pregnant, but if I do, arrange for an abortion or waive all rights to child support. *** Pledge not to disclose any details of this agreement or activities related to its implementation to wives or significant others. *** Waive all rights to my panties and other certain articles of clothing if they are removed seductively by someone other than myself. *** Promise not to fake orgasm.' Crystal paused and said, "and blah, blah and blah this thing goes on." Butterfly then urged Helle, "Helle please go negotiate with these dudes. I'm horny!" Helle grabbed the document and stomped off into the other room to talk to the boys. She hadn't yet changed into her bikini and was wearing a short skirt and silk blouse with no bra. "Look guys," Helle said emphatically. "I said look guys!" as she unbuttoned her blouse and displayed those 38 D's. She lifted up her skirt and lowered her panties. "Do you guys want some of this stuff or not? The only thing we are signing is our panties if you remove them with your teeth. Are you cool with that?" Michael, HSwriter, Shintani, BluesmanII and Fallen Angel were all speechless. They nodded in the affirmative as drool rolled down their chins. While this was going on Mrhappy entered the bathroom in the main house. Laurel, Eve, Sabrina and SpecialK were all in the shower making each other all soapy. "I have to pee!" Mrhappy announced. "Not in here!" Laurel screamed in her most authoritative voice. "Go outside. You know, the other house, the double-decker (see Hexmas cards). Boys get the top floor. I don't want you peeing in here and hitting the ceiling. I heard about what that damn Viagra does to you." Five minutes later a tremendous crash was heard. Mrhappy had fallen through the second story floor. Unfortunately he fell directly on his very stiff penis. All the girls came running out except Nurse. She was taking care of Manu's blue balls. When Sabrina saw what had happened to Mrhappy, she exclaimed in alarm, "Look, it's all swollen and bent cuz he fell right on it. What should we do? "Ok," Laurel said, "we got to put it in a splint until the swelling goes down and to straighten it out. Eve, you measure it." "No way! Crystal, you measure it," insisted Eve. "Sure. But what should I use to measure it with?" "You could put it inside you and get a rough idea," cracked Helle with a smirk. "No! No!" screamed Mrhappy. "No sexual intercourse. It hurts too bad." "We better call Nurse," suggested Eve. Butterfly pulled out her cell phone and dialed Nurse. At first all she heard was mumbling and slurping sounds. Butterfly described the problem and asked for medical advice. "Do what? And what? Oh my." "All you have to leave," demanded Butterfly. "I'd rather you didn't watch while I perform the treatment. It could be painful. But I do need Crystal to help me hold him down. You stay Crystal, and sit on his face." All the others went off and changed into their bikinis and went for a swim. Of course Manu was right there with the camcorder getting as close to the snatch as he could. An hour later Butterfly, Crystal and Mrhappy showed up. "Did the swelling go down, Mrhappy?" asked SpecialK. "For now," he replied with a happy face and big wink at Butterfly and Crystal. Deborah then asked Helle, "Do you think my ass is fat? SpellCheck said I have a big fat butt." "Well, you could use a jog on the beach or something," Helle responded with a cackle. Deborah looked Helle and Eve over from toe to head and squeezed their well- toned butts. "You two are as tall or taller than me and really have tight asses. What's your secret? Did you see the hoop Manu put up in the backyard? Let's challenge these dudes to a game." "Yeah, good idea," Eve agreed. "Hey, you guys want to ball, 'er I mean play basketball? Guys versus girls." "Depends on what we are playing for," responded Michael. "Eve looked at the guys and asked so innocently, "What would you dudes really like?" "A blow job!" the guys cried in unison. "Ok," asked Helle, "What do we get if we win?" An argument immediately commenced between the girls. Helle finally ended it with, "Since we each want something a little different, we'll just write it down on a piece of paper." The guys agreed to this arrangement. "Let's go play!" Helle said as she reached behind herself, undid her top and let it fall off. We'll be the skins and you guys are the shirts." The other girls did likewise. It was decided HSwriter, Michael, Fallen Angel, Shintani and BluesmanII would play for the guys. Mrhappy said he was too weak to play but would do his Phil Jackson imitation and coach the men. Manu would tape the event. Eve, Helle, Deborah, Crystal and Sabrina would play for the girls. Adolfa, 'er Laurel, would coach the ladies. SpecialK, Butterfly, and Nurse would be the cheerleaders. "What cheers should we do?" asked Nurse. "Do it like they do it at the University of South Carolina," Helle suggested. "You know, the Fighting Gamecocks. The cheerleaders jump up and down screaming 'Go cocks go!' and such." "I even have some pompoms," Laurel added and ran in the house and got them quickly. When she returned she was dressed in leather, spiked heels and was swinging a 'cat-o-nine-tails'. Dixon showed up and agreed to referee. He promised he would be impartial and then Helle let go of his crotch. "Shit, I just wanted to see if it really is that big," Helle explained. "Can't tell for sure. I'll find out later." They all agreed they would play to 21 and you had to win by two. Laurel gave the gals a fire and brimstone pre-game pep talk. "I want you girls to kick ass. Wear them out. Some of these guys are older than dirt. You know, over thirty." "I like older guys!" interjected Helle. "Me, too," added Deborah. "Sean Connery. Dustin Hoffman. Warren Beatty... hey, if Madonna dug him that's good enough for me. Al Pacino. Jack Nicholson... hey, if Lara Flynn Boyle digs him that's good enough for me. Did you ever see that movie 'The Fortune' with Nicholson and Beatty? The critics thought it sucked but I liked it. Oh my, that scene where Jack is telling Warren about when he was a kid and once a month his mother sent him to the store to buy what she called mouse beds. And then Jack describes them and... " Laurel interrupted, "Would you shut the fuck up you crazy bitch? I said wear them out. Physically and mentally. Shake those booties and boobies. Totally distract them. I want you cheerleaders really screaming 'Go cocks go!' at the top of your lungs when the guys have the ball. And I want to see these dudes dribbling even when they don't have the ball. Now let's go do them good!!!" Mrhappy gave the boys his pre-game talk. "I don't give a shit whether you guys win or not. My dick is so sore I could care less if I get another hard on in the next week. That Butterfly and Crystal are piranha. I'll be taking a nap over there and don't fucking bother me." Only two minutes of play elapsed before the guys were losing and started to cheat. The pushing and shoving and groping was intense. Eve had the ball and was being closely guarded by Fallen Angel who pointed toward the water and asked, "What's worse than a hurricane?" Before Eve could answer, Angel reached out, grasped her left nipple with his thumb and forefinger and as he manipulated it screamed "A titty twister!" much to the delight of his teammates. Eve yelled at Dixon, "Hey! Isn't that a foul?" Dixon responded, "Eve, one more outburst like that and I'm charging you with a technical. Now shut up and play ball." The game went on and on and on. Each team would get ahead by one but couldn't put the other team away. The score was 49 to 49 and asses were starting to drag. Finally, Dixon said, "Ok, we'll end this. This is how." He put all the names of the players in his hat. "I'll pick one name. Whoever it is shoots one foul shot. You make it and your team wins. You miss and your team loses." Everybody agreed this was the way to end the game. Deborah's name was picked out of the hat. She stood at the foul line. Laurel screamed "You better make it bitch!" at her. Helle added, "Yeah and if you don't, you and your fat ass are running laps around the beach." Deborah launched the ball as all watched with high anxiety. It looked like a good shot but it was just a little off the mark. The ball bounced hard off the rim and when it came down it was wedged between the rim and the backboard. "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Nurse. "I just wanted this thing to be over so we can get down to business." "Let's go take a liquid refreshment break before we poke it free and see who wins," suggested Michael. Everybody nodded in agreement. After three martinis, Nurse started whining again. "Ya know, Deborah, you actually missed that foul shot." "What the hell are you talking about, Nurse?" Deborah replied sarcastically. "You didn't make it, did you?" "Well no, I guess I didn't." "Alrighty then," Nurse concluded with finality. The girls looked at each other knowingly. "Ok, guys, who wants to be first?" the ladies asked simultaneously. “I’d do anything to get that job.” “Anything?” “Anything, anything.” Gaynor watched the monitor. ‘News at 6’ was just on air and already the phone lines were lighting up the operator’s switchboard. “That Julie Moore must have sucked some cock to get that seat,” Gaynor, the Floor Manager, told her assistant. “She was seen sneaking out of the Editor’s office late last Saturday night by a friend of mine, Joe, the security guard.” “Never,” denied Taylor, “I don’t believe Julie would mess around. Have you met her husband?” “Seen him once, why?” “He’s a hunk, there’s no way she’d risk losing that catch,” protested Gaynor’s assistant. Julie Moore had been with the station only three months and had already received two promotions, jumping over Gaynor and Taylor in the race for the ‘News at 6’ prize of ‘Anchorman’. The post had always been filled by female ‘Anchormen’ to attract a female viewing audience. The news show dealt with headlines from a woman’s perspective and had proven popular, chasing the program to the top of the news ratings within three months of its launch, four years earlier. “I’m telling you, she’s fucking the boss.” “I’ll have to see it to believe it,” Taylor protested the Anchorman’s innocence. “Well, mark my words, it’ll all come out in the wash. She’s fucking John Purvis” Two weeks later, Gaynor was called to the Editor’s office. “Please, take a seat, Gaynor.” “Thank you sir.” “Gaynor, I’ve been looking for a fresh face as back-up to Julie. She’s been thinking about covering next month’s Miss World contest in Malaysia. She feels a break from the Anchorman role and a spell at the sharp end might just freshen her image; she’s also pregnant and feels she might not be able to commit one hundred percent over the coming months - I’m sure you understand?” Gaynor nodded, thinking that this was the break she was looking for; her chance for the Anchorman seat at last. “So, I’d like your opinion on Taylor.” Gaynor’s world collapsed. Her personal assistant, Taylor, Anchorman, jumping over her, claiming her seat, claiming her just reward. No, this cannot be right, this cannot be right! “Umm, I don’t know sir. Taylor has only been here six months and she still has a lot to learn,” squirmed Gaynor. “I mean, yes, she is a beautiful young woman, and she would look good on camera, but… Well, what I mean, sir is, well… To hell with it! _I want the job._ ” “Gaynor, I didn’t realise you would like to be considered,” retorted Purvis, shocked at Gaynor’s sudden outburst. “Sir, I’ve always wanted to be Anchorman, ever since I set foot on the studio. Sir, I’d do anything, anything for the job.” Gaynor’s lip trembled as her passionate plea sounded from her glossy red lips. She began to cry, a tear first, followed by a sob, then, her head fell into her hands and the flood gates opened. “Hey, hey, hey,” comforted Purvis, “there’s no need for tears. Really, I didn’t realise you wanted this so badly. I just mentioned Taylor because she used to be Anchorman at college; I thought she might be a logical choice. Listen, how about we take a screen test this evening, after the evening show has aired?” Gaynor nodded, drying her tears with a handkerchief from Purvis’s blazer pocket. Pulling up a chair, he sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders, gently patting her arm with his right hand, and placed his left on her thigh. Gaynor hadn’t noticed at first, but when she did, she thought that this might be her only chance at securing the job. She continued to feign tears now, hoping that Purvis would take advantage of a poor, defenceless young woman. He gently rubbed his left hand on her stocking and slowly, his fingers found the stocking top. She felt him touch the soft skin of her inner thigh as he whispered comforts in her ear. Purvis saw an opportunity to seduce this pretty young woman, sat weeping in his office. He had no more appointments that afternoon, and his secretary had left as Gaynor arrived. His left hand was busying itself, exploring Gaynor’s stocking covered thigh, and eventually, he built up the courage to take it further, touch the woman’s flesh. After all, she did say she’d do anything for the job. Feeling bolder, he felt the elastic of Gaynor’s suspender belt and following the tape he could felt her silky panties. Pulling the silk to one side, he brushed his forefinger along Gaynor’s slit. She had stopped sobbing now and had let out a quite sigh as he lightly touched her clitoris, then ran his finger through her vulva, feeling the warm, moist juice that had begun to appear. Gaynor knew this was her chance. She plucked up courage and decided in a flash to let her boss seduce her. She had broken up with her boyfriend over a month earlier, and she was more than eager to feel a hard cock inside her instead of a plastic vibrator. She let her legs part slightly, allowing Purvis better access. He pressed gently at her opening and slipped a finger into her. Gaynor lifted her head to face her boss. They kissed, meagrely at first, but soon, their tongues were exploring each other and his hands began to unbutton her blouse. Purvis stood, lifting Gaynor, and without their lips parting, they continued their French kiss as they fumbled with each other’s clothes. First, Gaynor’s blouse dropped to the floor, followed by the bra. Purvis’s shirt was next. Gaynor fumbled with his belt buckle and soon his trousers were at his ankles. He kicked off his soft shoes and stepped out of his trousers. Purvis wiped his desk clear of paperwork, pens and the telephone, ‘clash, ping’ it complained as the receiver bounced and stretched the cord. Gaynor laid back and let her boss lift her skirt above her hip. Her black silk panties were torn off by his impatience as he dived onto her pussy, his tongue darting across her clitoris and probing her vagina. She groaned as she felt an orgasm build up from within. His hands squeezed her 36”B breasts, twisting and pulling on her nipples. Gaynor loved having her nipples played with. Steve, her ex boyfriend, could make her cum just by playing with them. And the excitement now added to their sensitivity. She let out a muffled scream as she tensed and shuddered. Purvis drank her liquid. His wife loved the way he could control her with his tongue. Long and broad, he could tease her g-spot with his tongue and now, Gaynor was receiving the same treatment. “Fuck me,” she panted as she felt another orgasm ride from the depths. Purvis removed his shorts and placed the head of his cock against her pussy. Slipping it into her, inch by inch, he felt her shudder to her third climax in a matter of minutes. ‘This woman is hot’ he thought to himself ‘a regular nymphomaniac’. Gaynor held her breath as she felt his length penetrate deeper and deeper. She raised her head to watch his cock slide into her pussy. She loved to see her pussy take cock, and in her bedroom, she had Steve fit a mirror on the ceiling. She used to like to lay back and watch herself, legs spread wide, take Steve and watch him pound her pussy, his cute butt tense with every thrust. She threw her head back as another orgasm ripped through her when Purvis’s cock head pressed hard against her cervix. “Fuck it, fuck it,” she ordered. Purvis felt her vagina tighten its grip on his cock. He realised he couldn’t hold out much longer, so he thrashed his Floor Manager. “I’m cumming,” he gasped as his cock pulsed and exploded his semen deep in Gaynor’s pussy. Gaynor, feeling his cock throb and his semen explode inside, screamed as the intense pleasure of orgasm once again rushed through her. Purvis pulled away and lifted his shorts. Sheepishly, he took Gaynor’s hand and helped her off the desk. “Okay,” his whispered, out of breath, “the job is yours.”

When Laci was barely 15 years old, she was very popular and already standing out among her peers as well as the adults in her life. She was very active in sports, clubs, volunteering her time for the needy and quickly becoming a charismatic leader. As her high school years began to pass, Laci was a cheerleader, a gymnast, top of her class, president of the academic team and considered very attractive, teasing all the boys, and outwardly flirting with her teachers. Everyone that came in contact with her would comment on how she was so outgoing, confident and always with that brilliant smile along with her blonde hair, won everybody over. But woe betide if you got on the wrong side of her. Laci had a temper and the skill to back it up. At 16, Laci auditioned for a superhero role on television and in spite of dozens of girls also applying, she landed the job. For one season, she played Supergirl and was able to wear the costume and fight crime on television. Even though the series only lasted 12 episodes and canceled after one season, she was grateful to have had the opportunity. She went from signing autographs to relative obscurity in a short amount of time. Her make believe superhero past soon took a realistic turn. It all started one day on her 18th birthday as an older, thin, lanky gentleman with dark hair peppered with gray approached Laci while she worked out in the gym. The man handed her a box that was giftwrapped with a gorgeous bow. "This is for you from an admirer," said the man with an Australian accent as he walked away. Laci held the box and wondered what it was. When she got back home, she opened the package to find a slender, realistic feeling, seven inch dildo with a note that read, "Try this, you won't regret it." Laci put the dildo back in the box, took it home, buried it deep in her closet but every day that passed, she was consumed by the thought of using it and what the tall man had said. She had only been with a couple of brief boyfriends so her sexual experience was limited. However, she had discovered masturbation early on and now not only did she want to use that phallus, she craved it. One Saturday night, while her parents were away, Laci took a shower, and then the dildo from her closet, sprawled out on her mattress, and prepared herself for action. Using the lube she kept in the small table beside her bed, Laci greased up the cock evenly around the shaft,, getting it ready for the evening's fun. She worked and rubbed her clitorious, allowing her lust to rise. As Laci continued to play, the dildo, which already felt so realistic, began to inexplicably warm up once she increased her thrusting pace. The sensation that rippled throughout her inner walls was amazing. The stranger who had given it to her was absolutely correct. While on her back, head propped up on a pillow, knees bent, and her red toes pressing against the sheets, Laci let out a pleasure screech that could have been heard by the neighbors. Her toned body quivered in extreme pleasure and before she was able to start up again, a strange liquid shot out of end and coated her vaginal walls. She thought, "What in the world? How could a dildo shoot liquid?" Laci pulled out the rubber cock for inspection, and there was a hole on the end which hadn't been there when she started. The thick, blue, warm liquid was already starting run out of her. This surprised Laci as she jumped up so not to stain her silk bed covering. Cupping her hand over her slit, she ran to the bathroom. When Laci sat down on the toilet, she already noticed her insides were warming up like menthol in a medicated rub. She became nervous and wiped out the oozing nectar from her opening for what seemed like several minutes. Not only did her vagina tingle with warmth, her entire body seemed to do the same. Laci's nervousness, soon led to pleasure as her entire body transformed into an euphoric state. It was almost as if she was high on some amazing drug without altering her mental faculties. In a couple of hours, the energy boost subsided and when Laci finally went to bed that evening, she felt more like her old self. Laci had an amazing night of sleep and when she awoke, it was business as usual until she removed her pajamas to shower. While standing in front of the full length mirror, her eyes just about popped out of her head as she wondered, "What can this be? Am I losing my mind?" She had a nice tight athletic body but somehow it had transformed into something amazing. As she stared into the mirror, she observed that she was more muscular than before. Not in a freakish bodybuilder way but definitely bigger and more defined. The veins on her arms and thighs were protruding as she felt strong enough to crush a car. If that wasn't enough, her breasts had grown a full size to a D cup and her hair was thicker and blonder than even before. It just didn't make sense to her. She wondered if the liquid in the dildo the night before had any connection to her transformation. As she stared, turned and flexed, the more Laci liked what she saw. She looked absolutely stunning and decided to go with it. After she showered and began to dress, her first dilemma was that none of her bras came close to fitting her. After raiding her mother's drawer, Laci put on a lycra black bra and finished dressing. She wore a pair of leggings, calf high leather boots, a tight shirt and she thought, "Oh my God my boobs are huge in this shirt. People are going to think I had a boob job." As Laci bounced down the stairs, her perky huge breasts bounced in unison with each step. Out the door she went to meet her friend Suzy for lunch. Living in town, it was only a few blocks away so Laci decided to walk. When Laci sat down at the table across from her friend, Suzy's eyes just popped out of her head. "What the heck? Did you get boob job or are you stuffing?" Suzy astonishingly asked. Laci leaned in and semi-whispered, "You're not going to believe this. I woke up like this. I have added eight pounds of muscle and one entire cup size. It's insane." As Suzy asked more questions, Laci explained the entire story of the gift, using it and waking up this ultra-fit bombshell. "That's crazy! But, how?" Suzy wanted to know. "I don't know but look at me. You can see with your own eyes that I'm not lying," Laci gasped. They talked more and decided to walk over to the mall. As they walked, they cut through a small alley to get through a series of buildings blocking their path that they had walked several times before. Out stepped several guys who were clearly in a gang as they wore the same color. "Where ya bitches goin?" asked the larger man as he walked closer to them while the others closed in from behind. Laci put her hands up and warned, "Just leave us alone or you are going to be sorry." Suzy mumbled through the side of her mouth, "Laci, shut the hell up. Don't antagonize them." Laci couldn't believe those words even came out of her mouth and the surprising revelation to her was she wasn't even frightened. She didn't know why, but she was calm and meant what she said to the thugs. When the skinny guy with the tears tattoo on his eyes, touched Laci from behind, she instinctively grabbed his wrist, with a yank and a twist, he forward flipped and landed on his back. Suzy screamed as Laci squatted, swept her leg in a semi-circle and down went guy number two. She popped up, lunged forward and kicked the large man in the throat as he went down to one knee before using the same foot to kick him in the side of the head, causing him to fall to the ground. The two remaining punks went after Laci as her upward kick slammed into the muscular guy's nuts while a quick fist punch to the throat, dropped the other one. Suzy's eyes were as wide as saucers with her hand over her mouth and when one of the delinquents tried to stand up. Laci quickly impeded his progress with a kick to the head or a knee to the face. Finally, as each guy lay on the ground, writhing in pain, Laci grabbed Suzy by the wrist and quickly led her away. "Let's get outta here," Laci demanded as she tugged her friend. "Oh my God! Those guys are messed up! Where did you learn to do that? Oh my God!" Suzy huffed while they walked. As both stepped inside a department store, Laci looked just as surprised as Suzy, "I...I don't know! It just happened. I felt like I was just so confident and before I knew it, I was doing things I didn't know I could do. It is the strangest thing." "Britt, this is insane. Do you realize you look different? Your body looks like some...some ultra-fit goddess with bigger boobs and now you just kicked the shit out of a group of thugs. I need a minute here. I'm going to the bathroom. I will be back in a minute," said Suzy who was visibly rattled. Once Suzy had left, Laci continued to browse just to take her mind off the strange events of the morning. She needed some new clothes that would fit her better, especially tops and bras. When she exited Victoria Secret, a man approached her. At first she didn't recognize him but soon realized it was the same older gentleman that gave her the gift. Now he was carrying a large brown bag. He smiled and began to speak in his, now familiar, Australian accent, "Hi Laci. I bet you're wondering what is going on. If you come with me, I promise to explain everything. Please, we can stay in public. Let me buy you a snack." Laci was dying to know what in the world had happened to her so she followed the gentleman to the Cinnabun but not before she texted Suzy to let her know where she would be. They were in a public place so she felt comfortable sitting in a booth, enjoying the snack, ready for an explanation. The gentleman looked to be about 60 years old but held his age well before smiling, "First, I want to introduce himself. I'm Dek and I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your Supergirl show. You were bonza! I was so taken by your costume, your figure, how beautiful you were performing all those feats while saving the world again and again." Laci nervously thanked him while hoping he wasn't a stalker before he continued, "I am a fertility doctor specialist and a cellular research scientist in Australia. I think I have done it! The blue liquid that you experienced while using my 'gift' is something I have been working on for 38 years! When I saw you on tv, I knew you were the one who would be my subject. Laci you are now Supergirl...for real!" "But...but...how?" Laci responded so confused. Dek excitedly continued his explanation, "The liquid alters cellular structure and transforms a girl's genetic makeup through their reproductive system. I inserted it in the dildo and your body heat, dissolved the tip, allowing it to ejaculate onto your uterus, mixing with your estrogen and now it runs through your body and bloodstream." "Oh my God! Will that hurt me?" Laci asked as she began to panic. "Just the contrary. You are now the strongest girl who has ever lived. Let me tell you in a different way. It's like you are pregnant with strength and as you feed you will only get stronger and stronger while developing even more powers. I don't even know how far this can go but I do know that if you don't feed, you will start to lose your powers," Dek warned. "Feed? You mean as I eat?" asked Laci as she took a bite off her cinnamon roll. Dek explained further, "No. When I say feed, I mean your vagina must feed off of sperm. The sperm fertilizes your eggs which instead of producing a baby, gives you superhuman powers. The only problem is you need large quantities of sperm to keep up with the cell transformation. You are not adding cells, you are changing the ones you have, and if my calculations are correct, you will need to'refuel' at least once every 3 to 5 days." "Wait a minute. Are you saying I have to be a total slut and have sex with tons of guys? What about if I get pregnant or worse, catch a disease?" Laci asked genuinely concerned. "That is the beauty of my formula. It strengthens all your reproductive organs, immediately killing any viruses, diseased sperm and stops pregnancy. But like I said, you must continue to copulate. Millions of sperm will not help you keep your powers but trillions upon trillions of them will fertilize all your cells, not just your eggs and make you the most powerful being that has ever lived," Dek continued to explain. Dek added, "You see why your body has transformed? It is nature. You will need semen and your body has adapted just like in evolution, causing your boobs to enlarge, and catapulting you into a gorgeous person that every guy desires which by the way, I already thought you were." "I just don't know about all this. This it too much. Is this why I was able to beat up five guys at one time with no trouble?" Laci asked while lifting her eyebrows as if the lightbulb was coming on. "Yes, but that is just the beginning. If my calculations are correct, you will be moving mountains, and flying, and whatever you want to do. I mean it. The only thing that is very unusual is all your powers originate in your vagina. You were asking about having sex with tons of guys? Well, the answer is yes you will have to do that but I will tell you virgin sperm is about ten times the potency and your vaginal secretions produce an accelerant that will automatically be absorbed through penis during sex, over stimulating his testicles, causing his sperm amount to multiply exponentially in one orgasm," explained Dek, but when he saw Laci looking bewildered he changed his approach. "Ok, virgin cum is more powerful and when you and a guy are having sex, your juices produce an enzyme that will automatically make him cum a lot more than usual. Now does it make sense?" chuckled Dek before adding, "This is all fair dinkum, babe," Dek was grinning at Laci as he could see she was really starting to get the picture and his cock stirred at the possibilities at what she could accomplish. His many years of research and work had paid off. Laci had more questions and was still slightly perplexed, "What are you grinning at and does this make me...well...what is the word...where I can stay young and live forever?" Dek replied, " You mean immortal? It certainly makes you invulnerable while you are super, babe, but about eternal youth and immortality I can't say. When I designed the formula and tested it on rats, it certainly looked that way. I'm excited to what the future may hold and at what you could accomplish with this potion." Thinking back to many of her scripts while playing Supergirl, Laci was really starting to get the picture. It was making sense but how could it be possible? Laci was unsure why, but her pussy began to tingle not only at what could lay ahead but what was physically beyond her control. She could feel her pussy start to swell and moisten inside her skinny jeans. Just then, Dek lifted his brown paper bag and placed it on the table before Laci asked, "What is that for?" Dek responded, "You are now my Supergirl and a superhero should have a uniform. I have picked one out that I think would look great on you." He opened the bag and Laci peeked inside. She could see the boots and a uniform folded neatly on top of them. "Before I show it to you, I need to take a measurement of your body, namely your thighs and breast size," Dek bluntly stated. Under normal circumstances, Laci would have run for the door on such an open request but she couldn't. She was in this too deep. She had already undergone a huge physical transformation along with experiencing powers beyond her explanation. Dek was making sense, as crazy as that sounded. She had to follow through with this. They both started walking toward the family bathroom when Suzy appeared. "Suzy, this is the guy I was talking about. He is the one who gave me the gift that has changed me," Laci said while pointing at Dek. As Dek reached out his hand to greet Suzy, he said in his charming Australian accent, "Good to meet ya kiddo." Suzy snapped her hand back, "What have you done to my friend? Have you hurt her?" Laci interrupted Suzy's rude behavior and started explaining everything, much to Suzy's dismay. Suzy wasn't sure what to believe but she did believe her own eyes and Laci did in fact look different and took out five guys with ease. Laci wanted Suzy with her so all three of them went into the bathroom together. Before opening the bag, Dek was prepared. He pulled out a soft measuring tape used by tailors and seamstresses. He told Laci that she needed to remove her pants for a more accurate measurement. Laci looked at Suzy and shrugged her shoulders as she removed her shoes, then handed her jeans to Suzy, standing, wearing only her socks, shirt and panties. Dek tried to be smooth but a throaty gasp was heard when he knelt down and slowly ran his fingers over her muscular thighs. He looked like a jeweler, inspecting a very valuable gem. He used his thumbs and middle finger to feel the circumference. Dek looked up at Laci and gulped sensually, "Oh wow! I knew they were muscular but I had no idea they were as hard as this," before continuing his task of measuring them. He added, "We need to get the exact measurements for your skirt to fit just right. It needs to be snug but you also need freedom to move around." While Dek was measuring, feeling and eventually rubbing her inner thighs, his imagination was running wild. Little did Laci know, that her pussy was really starting to tingle and her lust shot up exponentially. At that time, neither one of them knew that her body could sense Dek, himself, was a virgin. When Dek had explained to her that virgin sperm was much more powerful, he had no idea how her vagina would sense that physiologically but it could, like a male animal can sense a female in heat. Laci's pussy began to get sticky and gooey. She was flowing like a river in a rainstorm. Laci was now powerless to her pussy's desires as she directed Suzy, "Would you step out? I need to find out what is going on here." Suzy had no idea what Laci was referring to but before asking, "Are you sure?" she dismissed herself from the bathroom after the affirmative nod from Laci. Dek was a total stranger but Laci was now completely comfortable with him. Dek still rubbing the lean muscles on her thighs, slowly moved his mouth in and began to softly kiss the inner portion. Laci didn't mind and knew something was happening beyond her control. Dek resisted, pulled off, stood up and opened the bag. He pulled out a pair of boots, two different skirts, and three shirts for her from which to choose before informing her, "Laci, remember you are now Supergirl in real life. You will need to dress the part. Don't fight it, kiddo. You are now more powerful than any human alive. Embrace this. Go out and save the world. Do you like this outfit? You will need a skirt so you can have quick access to your vagina." Laci was still a little unsure but decided that she was different and maybe Dek was correct. She needed to embrace this. How could being the most powerful being alive have a downside? The outfit was black and silver and not just any silver, it glistened like the sharpest glitter in the world. It was very stylish but little did she know that during an interview with E entertainment while shooting Supergirl, Dek had remembered her stating those were her favorite colors. After her measurements had been determined, Dek pulled out his cell phone to put them in his notes. "Perfect, your boobs are 34, your smooth, firm thighs 28, waist 32, and that cute butt along with your hips are 36. I am thinking my outfit will be a smash hit and fit you very nicely," Dek exclaimed excitedly. Laci first slipped on the thigh high boots. After zipping them up the side, she loved how well they fit. They were sized 7 1/2s and even though the black leather was very tight around her creamy white thighs, she knew it would stretch a little over time. The leather smelled great and the accented silver diamonds up the side and across the top were the perfect bling to fit her style. The two inch spiked heels were very sexy, yet practical. She then switched shirts and hit a homerun with the first one she tried on. It was a black, lycra, form fitting very snug with a low cut neckline trimmed in silver diamonds around her cleavage. It came down to the top of her navel, leaving her pierced belly button ring exposed as a bare midriff. The black mini skirt trimmed in silver around the bottom, was flimsy, sexy, and allowed her to move freely, similar to what a tennis player would wear. Laci looked in the mirror, she first turned to the side, then bent over to see if her butt would come out of the skirt, before taking her hands and pushing up her boobs. She thought she looked really good and the fit was fantastic. It was comfortable and sexy as heck. Her boobs looked huge but supported nicely. While Dek watched her primp, he had a gleam in his eye when she lifted both arms above her head and flexed like a true powerful superhero. She was believing in herself, smiling in the mirror and smirked, "You are one sexy super chic! Look out world, you don't want to mess with me." She then giggled as she amused herself, "A super chic who has powers in her pussy. I want to use them to help mankind. Look out world, here I come!" Dek was standing behind her, mesmerized by her beauty, her new found confidence, sexiness, and her strength. He was under her spell like a schoolboy with a crush on his teacher. Laci was now in full lust mode as she turned to face Dek, before moving in for a large kiss. Dek was sporting the biggest hard-on of his life. His pants could barely contain his erection. It was raging for this beautiful being whom he had created. Laci took the back of his head, then planted a second kiss that caused him to groan inside her mouth. When she probed his mouth with her tongue, he nearly orgasmed in his pants! She needed him and was going to have him, even inside this family bathroom at the shopping mall. She broke her mouth free, before moving her hand to the top of his head. Of course with her new strength, had no trouble pushing him down to his knees before pressing his face to her crotch up under her skirt. The smell of her smooth pussy lips through her silky thong was more than Dek could take. He first nuzzled her slit through the panties while wrapping his hands around the back of her thighs for support. They were so hard and her pussy had already dampened her panties even before his mouth was applied. Laci moaned and even closed her eyes while keeping her hand on top of Dek's head. Just as she was getting close to orgasm, the mood was ruined when a knock at the bathroom door startled them. "Laci, are you ok in there?" Suzy's muffled voice could be heard from behind the door. Dek had slid her panties to the side and now his tongue had dipped inside her flowing sex causing Laci to twitch before answering in a calm voice, "Yes. We are fine. Almost done." "Ok, please hurry up. I have had to tell several people the bathroom is occupied," Suzi responded. Dek was in heaven as he ate Laci's pussy. He also kept switching back and forth between kissing and even licking her inner thighs when he would take a break from her slit. Those same inner thighs that could crush coal into diamonds and tanks into hunks of metal! When Dek switched back to her pussy, Laci displayed her power by clamping her labia closed on his tongue like a steel trap. He tried to speak but sounded like someone who had put their tongue on a frozen pole. "I think it's time for you to stop. You are going to fuck me now. When I let you up, take your pants off and lets do this," Laci ordered. Her blunt language heightened his excitement. The thought of him about to fuck a real Supergirl who could perform stupendous feats had him almost cumming on the spot! She didn't have to tell Dek twice. Laci unclamped her mighty lips and Dek stood up, quickly removing his clothes. The feeling of Dek obeying her command, immediately had her pussy so energized, it needed to be filled. His 6 ½ inch thick, circumcised cock was leaking precum. Dek had waited his entire life for this opportunity. He was a virgin because he was married to his work. His research meant everything to him. He was truly saving himself for the right girl. That time was now and at that moment, it didn't matter she was 40 years his junior, he knew it felt right and he was ready. Laci took off her thong and handed it to Dek. The crotch was wet and he inhaled her scent. He was on fire as was Laci. She needed him now and he needed her as well. She hopped up on the sink and spread her legs. Dek approached but even though he 6'3" the sink sat just a little too high for him to reach her properly. Laci leaned forward, grabbed Dek by his ass cheeks with a single hand and lifted him up to the proper height. Her strength was already being utilized as she placed his cock head inside her opening before pulling him forward, completely impaling herself on his dick. They both gasped as Laci manipulated his hips in and out like she was masturbating with her own personal dildo. Dek was now an object that Laci was using and he didn't mind one bit. She fucked herself with Dek's hard cock as he leaned in for a kiss. Laci locked her mouth to his but their heavy panting made it difficult to breathe. The feeling of his cock sliding along her squeezing and coaxing inner pussy walls was amazing. The fact she needed his spunk to become strong was making him delirious for her magnificent body, so filled with lust and desire for her. Laci knew this and relished in it, smiling to herself and giggling all the while. She was a true sex goddess! Dek unlatched their mouths before whispering, "Oh Laci, you don't know how long I've waited for this. You are the girl of my dreams and I have loved you ever since I saw you in the first episode of Supergirl. I'm not going to last long. It feels amazing!" Laci looked Dek in the eyes, "You have created me, now it's time to consummate our brief relationship. Cum inside my pussy. Let it go. Fill me up with your seed. Do it! Be the first one to make me powerful!" Dek was feeling the fleshy, velvet folds of a girl's vagina for the first time in his 60 years on earth. He could not hold out any longer before yelling, "Oh my! Here it comes! Oh! Oh yea! Aughhhh! Aughhh!" Dek's loud voice echoed throughout the bathroom while allowing the outsiders, including Suzy to hear what was taking place. His cock expanded and exploded with the force of a hurricane into her, years of celibacy being relieved and releasing six decades of pent up virility into her squeezing and twitching pussy! Waves of his hot cum just kept spurting into her and she loved knowing it would give her unmeasurable might and strength! She then wrapped her thigh high boots up around his lower back, squeezing her inner thighs against his hips as if to milk all the fluid from his body. Dek's prediction was correct. Laci's vagina had secreted an enzyme that was absorbed through his ejaculating cock, causing him to release a large amount of sperm without stopping. Dek was shaking as Laci held him tight, while levitating at least six inches off the ground. He wasn't just cumming in her, she was taking it from him! A man usually has a five to eight second orgasm but Dek came for over 45 seconds. Laci's body had indeed created a physiological way of extracting the much needed semen to increase her powers. Dek felt it possible for her powers to be transferred to him or so he fantasized. With all the noise in the bathroom, several people began to flock around Suzy outside the door. Nobody knew if someone was in severe pain or pleasure from within. Laci released Dek as he landed on his feet with a loud thud. His cock was spent, with Laci's juices causing it to glisten in the overhead light. Dek was so drained and weak, he stumbled back and leaned against the wall before sliding down, mumbling to himself. Laci hopped down and adjusted her skirt. If a guy had cum that much into a vagina, it should have been running down her inner thighs but her pussy had absorbed it. She was already feeling more powerful. She was about to go and be the supergirl she was destined to be. Before opening the door, Dek was still mumbling which quickly turned into legible conversation, "Oh, Laci. That was amazing. Thank you babe! Your pussy was so smooth. Oh fuck, it was so tight and just...amazing. No wait, it was ultra-amazing! Go my Supergirl." Laci loved that word and it gave her a great idea for a name before she grinned, "Supergirl was cancelled. Call me Ultrapussy!" Laci opened the door with the disheveled Dek sitting on the tile. Everyone gasped and didn't know what to expect. Here was Laci dressed in a black and silver, sleek superhero suit which looked more like a dominatrix rather than a heroine's outfit. She looked so tight, trim and smiling in such a sexy fashion. While waiting for an explanation that never came, each person's mouth was hanging open. A few cocks stirred as well and she smiled while noticing. Her pussy tingling with anticipation of what lied ahead. She knew she could always have her way now and be in total control. Laci scanned the crowd, took Suzy by the hand before speaking, "Excuse me people, we are leaving and all you boys better get ready because Ultrapussy is now here!" They walked outside together while Suzy was completely curious, "Did you just fuck that...stranger in the bathroom? Did I hear right? And where did you get that ridiculous outfit? It looks like your boobs are about to explode out of it." While Suzy bombarded Laci with questions, they eventually reached the open air before Laci finally responded, "Ok, ok. Just listen for a minute and I will explain." When Suzy stopped talking, Laci wrapped her arms around her, bent her knees and bolted for the sky to the screaming Suzy. Laci's transformation was complete! The girls were flying through the air overtop the streets and even though Laci's balance wasn't perfected, they soon were getting pretty good buzzing around the sky together. The girls were in disbelief, yet accepted the reality that Laci would no longer be the same person and was a genuine super person. The next four days, Laci would dawn her costume and use her newfound powers to travel all over the country, helping where help was needed. Whether it was lifting a fallen sign, or pulling the door off an automobile accident to save the passenger, she was making a difference in society. People began to take notice, she was becoming a celebrity. Several news channels were granting her media coverage as she would perform acts of strength for the cameras. Her name quickly moved across Facebook and other social media outlets. Laci's vagina was starting to tell her something. It needed power, making Laci incredibly horny. With all her newfound status, she had completely forgotten about needing to recharge. On the fifth day, she noticed her flying power was much slower and jerky. She wanted to tell Dek that his calculations were correct but he had already gone back to Australia. Thank goodness he had given her his cell number and address. She was going to pay him a visit after she had gotten some cock. She knew right where to go. Laci waited until evening, put on her Ultrapussy black and silver garb and landed on campus of a neighboring university. The first fraternity house that was rocking was Phi Delta Theta. With the music pumping, crowds of people laughing, drinking, and thoroughly enjoying themselves, Laci approached the front door. Wanting to make a statement entrance, Laci lifted her high heeled boot and with a swift kick, the huge, oak front door went crashing down to the floor. The music stopped and all heads turned her way. First there were gasps and murmurs before the comments began to pour out, "Look, it's that hot super chic girl," and "It's her! It's that fuckin smokin hot bitch we have been seeing on tv," and "Look at those legs, no forget the legs, look at those huge tits, aren't those amazing?" In seconds, everyone was gathering around Laci to talk, ask questions, and just wanting to be near her. She even drank a couple of wine coolers and lifted up 10 guys at one time as a party trick. After an hour or so, everyone was getting comfortable with Laci and thought it so cool to be partying with Ultrapussy. Laci needed what she came to collect. She needed cum and was going to extract as much as she could. Her lust was out of control and even though she knew she probably wouldn't find any virgins, the sheer quantity of sperm would work just fine. Laci stopped the music and had everyone gather around before standing on a coffee table to get above the crowd, "Boys, I need dick and I need it soon. Who has a bedroom I can use?" Her blunt language and demanding nature had all just about cumming on the spot. Several people almost fainted with the sheer eroticism of it all. The excitement also caused the noise level to rise in the room before one of the guys shouted overtop the talking, "You mean one of us gets to fuck you tonight?" "No that is not what I mean at all. What I'm saying is ALL of you are GOING to fuck me tonight," she snapped back confidently among even louder chatting before adding, "There will be no condom use! So whose room are we using?" When entering with the first guy, the room smelled of incense and was a typical fraternity house bedroom. There was a perfect ottoman rectangular footstool covered in cloth, sitting in front of the chair. Laci moved it in front of the room and after slipping her thin, sheer, white thong, down her leather boots, she hopped up on the stool. Laci was on her knees, lifted her skirt so it rested up on her ass, exposing her smooth, shaved pussy for the sexy Indian guy Tosh to mount. Tosh had seen one of her Supergirl movies and couldn't believe she was now invited to fuck the sexy girl from tv. In no time, his clothes were cascaded on the floor and he was holding her hips, pumping like he had never pumped before. Even though she felt each guy would be able to cum quickly, she also knew that it could take hours extracting all this sperm. She needed to be efficient. Laci's powers originated in her vagina, fueled by her reproductive system so she was able to now contort, dilate, stretch, liquify, squeeze, heat, cool, among other qualities with her pussy alone. While Tosh grunted and humped, Laci squeezed her pussy tight around his tool and when she warmed it up another five degrees, the velvety softness made him scream out in ecstasy while depositing his sperm deep in her belly. When Tosh started cumming, Laci also had a powerful orgasm causing her pussy to twitch and extend Tosh's orgasm, producing a minutes worth of ejaculation just as she had done with Dek. When Tosh's 60 seconds of pure ecstasy stopped, he pulled his 7 inch cock out and immediately sat down on the floor like the life had been completely milked from his balls, rendering him paralyzed. "Oh fuck! I can't even describe that! I have never cum that long and hard in my life! Look, my knees are shaking!" Tosh gasped. Laci also hadn't cum that strong before and was panting when she giggled, "Get yourself together and send in the next guy." One by one, a guy would come in, drop his pants, and fuck Laci doggie style while she knelt on the stool and her lover stood. Thankfully to save time, Laci used her vaginal powers to make each guy cum quickly. She would also drain their balls, leaving them a wobbling mess like a freshly born colt. Even though Laci's vagina could slurp the cum up like a vacuum, she couldn't keep up with it all. Many times when a guy would dismount, a glob or even a stream would ooze down her thigh or plop on the ottoman. Finally when the 27th guy had cum and gone, Laci was ready to leave because even though she was efficient in extracting as much seed as possible, it still took over 85 minutes. She had been recharged and ready to once again save the world. There was some cum on the back of her calf from where one of the guys pulled out and dropped the mess. This made Laci wonder, "Could I swallow the cum and strengthen my powers or does it have to be ejaculated into my pussy?" Laci scooped up the slime and tasted it. It was sort of sweet which excited her. She hoped

that it was sweet because her biological craving was tempting her to eat it and hopefully, would in fact, increase her powers. She found her panties and put them back on. When she opened the door, everyone started cheering. Laci grinned and smirked, "You boys were wonderful and next time, I'm gonna fuck all you girls here too." While Laci was teasing, she picked up a sexual vibe from deep in her vagina. She followed her instinct and walked up a flight of steps to the next floor until she stopped in front of a particular room with the door closed. When she tried the handle, it was locked so she easily pulled it off and pushed open the door. Sitting at his desk working, was a small pimple faced boy with glasses, playing on his computer. Laci experienced something that, up to that point, she was unaware of. See could see through the desk that the boy's crotch was glowing red which meant that he was a virgin. Laci could now see heat through an infrared power to spot virgin cock. "Wow! I can't believe that Supergirl is in my room," said the surprised yet excited geeky student who was aware of her television role. "I'm Ultrapussy now and I want you to get your pants off immediately!" Laci ordered, knowing full well she was going to test her theory that maybe ingesting sperm would also increase her powers. The boy was nervous and shy. Laci lifted his scrawny body up and stood him on his bed. After more coaxing was unsuccessful, she grabbed his belt and pants before tearing them off like tissue paper. He was not as tall as Laci and weighed less as well. The boy stood in front of her, covering his genitals with his hand. He was now the perfect height so Laci could suck his dick without squatting down. She moved his hands behind his back which revealed a nice sized cock, particularly for a person of his small stature. With a mighty suck, she engulfed every inch causing it to became erect within seconds. When fully hard, it was at least eight inches long but still provided no resistance for her deepthroating skills. The poor boy had no idea how to handle Laci sucking his cock with precise expertise and perfection. Laci had no idea that the geek had not only been a virgin, but hadn't even masturbated up to that point as a college student. She suspected but wasn't sure, that her saliva provided the same cum accelerant that was being absorbed through his cock. She was basically sucking a loaded gun ready to release a lifetime of built up sperm that was only going to super multiply in quantity from her own doing. Unknown to this feeling, the geeky boy starting shivering like a wet dog and in less than a minute began crying out, "Oh no! I can't hold it! I can't hold it! Ohhh! Awwww!" He released what could only be described as if someone had poured a gallon of gravy into a hose. Laci held tight to his ass and hands simultaneously as the cock in her mouth would launch a huge amount of cum in each spurt. Her mouth was completely filled up after just two and she would have to pull back up to the head so she could swallow before catching the next blast. The geek's cum was so sour and thick, Laci had trouble keeping up as some of it ran down her chin and dripped on the bed. He continued to cry out in pleasure until Laci had completely drained him. When his dick had finally stopped shooting, she swallowed the remaining amount and helped him by holding his clenched up ass cheeks, to sit down without falling. The poor boy lay there gasping, trying to recover. Laci felt more powerful than ever. It was time to make her trip to Australia. As she took off in the darkness, she quickly came to a wildfire burning a patch of woods about 80 miles from her home. Several fire trucks were already gathered around trying to extinguish the blaze. Laci landed on the ground asking one of the firefighters, "Guys, I see you need some help." "We have been working on this for a couple of hours and it seems to be getting more out of control. How can you help?" The fireman frantically asked. Laci approached the blaze before warning the firemen, "Step back. I don't want anyone getting hurt." Laci lifted her skirt before dropping her cum drenched panties. She leaned back and began diddling her clit. First in a slow, circular pattern before vibrating it really fast back and forth. Her pussy started to build and build. "Ok, guys. Here it comes! I'm gonna douse these flames for you!" Laci shouted over the crackling of the fire. Just then, her female squirt, blasted out of her pussy, spraying the flames like ten firehoses. She swayed her hips back and forth as the steam arched like a rainbow, extinguishing the burning trees. Laci's powers allowed her an unlimited supply of female ejaculate. The firemen, couldn't believe what they were witnessing. At first they thought she was peeing but soon realized, she was squirting. One fireman shut off his hose, wiped his grimy brow with the back of his hand, tilted his hat back, grinned before saying, "Now we know why she's called Ultrapussy." Laci continued spraying the fire until it was completely extinguished. All the guys started cheering and clapping like the end of an 80's romantic comedy. She crossed her legs and took a bow in appreciation. After tossing her panties at one of the guys for a souvenir, she took off in flight once again. Laci loved the view, seeing the ocean, the dolphins swimming at night, the cool breeze, and enjoying all the smells, she finally arrived in Australia. Due to the time difference, it was already early afternoon. After using GPS on her phone, Laci came upon Dek's house. It was a nice place with a huge addition being built on. Even though it was in the wooden framing stage, it was obvious that it was going to be immaculate. Dek came outside to greet her and while Laci hugged him hello, she commented, "Wow, Dek. It looks like you are building on a beautiful addition." "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Come with me," Dek instructed as he pulled her by the arm. When they walked into Dek's house, Laci was taken back with all the huge screens, monitors and electronic equipment. An entire room was filled with it. When asking about it, his response was, "It's for you Laci! I want you to have a place here. I have had many government agencies contact me and we can monitor anything because they know Ultrapussy can help when needed. Here is the best part, the Australian, English, and United States governments have given us 42.5 million dollars to build three places in those locations! Can you believe it? We are rich and you can do good in the world!" Laci looked around in awe as Dek continued, "Follow me. I have another surprise for you." When they went into the bedroom, Dek opened the closet and showed her six more hanging superhero outfits that were similar to the one she was wearing in color scheme but also were a little unique in their own way as well. Laci was excited because she hates routine and embraces variety. It was perfect because while one was getting cleaned, she would have another to wear when needed. Hanging on the end, was a beautiful, glittering silver cape. Dek pulled it out and had Luci try it on. He thought it would add flair to her superhero wear along with aiding in balance while flying. Laci loved the cape and immediately after she tried it on, a warning signal went off on one of his open monitoring computers. Dek called the source and discovered it was a jetliner plane had lost hydraulic power over Indonesia and needed Laci's assistance. Dek told Laci and handed her a Bluetooth earpiece so he could give her instructions and keep communication alive. Laci took off toward the jumbo jet under Dek's guidance and when she arrived, it was not until she came close to the airliner before she saw the panic in the pilot's eyes. Even with super powers, it wasn't easy flying 500 miles an hour and keeping her balance but Laci managed to get under the plane, spread her legs, and allowed the power of her pussy to act as a fifth engine. She talked to Dek, who communicated with the crew before bringing the plane down to a nearby runway. She had to physically pull the landing gear down and when the mighty machine finally skidding but stopped safely at the airport, the passengers could be seen thanking Laci through the tiny windows. After talking with authorities and making sure everyone was ok, Laci headed back to Dek's place. Upon arrival, she could see that in the backyard, Dek and five of his friends were having a barbeque to celebrate. When she landed, Dek introduced her to the guys. She kissed all of them hello on the lips and engaged in pleasant conversation with each one. There was Tom who was very handsome and taller than Dek along with Bill was more muscular and around six foot tall who Laci found out later he was a rugby playing athlete in his youth. David was more reserved and shy but was excited he was getting close to retirement. Mark was tanned and more confident as he spoke while Butch was sort of the bragging type about all the money he had but was built very well. All the guys were between the ages of 55 to 65. They all drank and ate delicious grilled food while getting to know one another. They were having a good time when Laci realized she needed to get back to America for a prior commitment that she had forgotten about and she was running late. She also needed a power boost from all her flying and the two feats that had been accomplished. "Guys, it has been a pleasure meeting all of you but I have to go," announced Laci to disappointing groans from the guys. She added while lifting her skirt to expose her smooth pussy, "I'm going to need power, so take off your clothes. Let's get those dicks hard." The guys looked at each other in amazement as Dek laughed. All of them had their clothing laying on the ground within minutes. As they stood side by side like a military roll call, Laci proceeded to suck each one to erection. All the cocks were average in length except Mark's large 9 inch dong. She knew she needed their cum but also had little time. Laci had an idea while directing, "Butch you lay down on your back right here on the patio and spread your legs. Tom you face the other direction and lay down and scoot together so your legs are intertwined like scissors. Eventually, they were so close, their balls and cocks were touching each other as their faces were pointed in opposite directions. Laci straddled the men while lowering herself down but turned to the side so that one guy was to her left and one to her right. Her pussy was wet and she dilated it to accommodate both hard cocks simultaneously. When perched upon them, she directed Mark to add his big dick to the mix. While Laci leaned forward, Mark was able to squeeze his nine inches inside her walls, while on his knees, causing all three to be nestled snugly into her mighty pussy. With the dicks inside her pussy at once, Laci knew that the bottom two would not be able to pump her. She closed her vaginal walls very tight, produced extra juice, then began twerk bouncing so to prevent any of them from flopping out. Because her skirt and her hanging cape concealed her goodies, the guys enjoyed the feeling sightless. When Laci got a great rhythm going, she ordered the shy David, "Get over here and put your dick in my mouth. Don't be shy. Let's go, I don't have all day." David meandered over and stood in front of the bouncing Laci. She slowed down and latched onto his manhood like a fish grabbing a worm. Laci held his hips, while she sucked his dick. Because she had to slow her riding, Laci began to "ripple" her inner folds. Mark was the first to go when he growled and blasted his super amount of spunk into her crowded vagina. Laci loved how the large pole coated her cervix. Mark's orgasm started a chain reaction because Bill started cumming as Mark finished and Tom was not long after. It looked like both guys were experiencing a seizure while Laci's pussy slurped up the erupting cum. Meanwhile, poor Dek and Bill were relegated to just watching and stroking their meats patiently awaiting their turn. Laci's super suck, then caused David to tense up and blow his jizz down her throat. She gagged in the beginning but soon was able to handle the mega load. Stroking his cock and watching Laci take on all the guys, Bill could no longer hold out. He staggered over to Laci before warning her, "Here it comes. Where do you want it?" "In my mouth," she directed while gently moving David to the side. With her mouth open, Bill aimed his dick about two inches from the opening. The cum flew from the hole, striking her teeth before redirecting his aim on her tongue. Bill closed the distance and put the head inside her mouth while jacking the remaining sperm from the shaft. With a loud pop, Laci pulled off and swallowed his seed. Laci dismounted the spent cocks. While all the men were trying to recover, she approached Dek. He was no longer a virgin, but she was going to give him his first blowjob. He was nervous as she grabbed him by the hips and took off in flight! She took Dek to the top of the Sydney Tower. Leaning him against the tip, Dek was enjoying the breeze but was extremely nervous. Laci proceed to suck his dick while he held on above his head. "Oh, Laci. That is amazing. You are a super sucker as well!" Dek groaned. Laci wanted his first blowjob to be the thrill of his life. When her saliva expedited his orgasm, Dek's legs locked outward as he started cumming in her mouth. Spurt after spurt rifled out into Laci's mouth, coating her tonsils like tapioca pudding splattering on the ground. Dek felt like a lightning bolt was jetting out of his penis! It was the most amazing feeling of his life! When they had returned, all his guests had disappeared. They laughed and Laci told Dek she needed to get going. While gathering his clothing and getting dressed, Dek asked, "Laci, have you decided what you are going to do? Are we going to work together as a team? Laci? Laci?" Laci then paused, turned around slowly, smiled at Dek, then winked, "How many times do I have to tell you...the name's Ultrapussy!" With her subtle answer, he also smiled as Ultrapussy bolted for the sky. Today started out normally enough, it was a day just like any other. Boring, mundane, everlasting, just a normal day in my normal crappy little life. These boring days have melted together into almost thirty boring years. My job is the same boring desk job that so many of us have, clicking away all day on keyboards, eyes strained to read tiny words on tiny screens. Just sitting there all day, watching time slip away, watching our lives slip away, hoping for the weekend and yet unsure of exactly how the hell we were going to fill all that empty time allotted to us. Of course life living with any woman that you hate makes for long weekends, it makes you long for Mondays, it makes you appreciate your boring job. My ex-girlfriend Julia and I had been broken up for nearly two months, and life under the same roof was proving to be too much for either of us to handle. We shared what she called a cute little two story jobby on a hill, that we'd bought together three years ago when the relationship was still fresh. But now as time goes on and as the relationship sours we sit across the room from each other, loathing each other, no doubt wishing the other one was dead. This was my life, the one I'd laid out for myself. My own personal self destructive and yet utterly boring life. But things were about to change. I knew tonight was going to be odd as soon as Julia started blending banana daiquiris. When I heard that ice crunching, I knew tonight would be different. You see, Julia is one of those girls that when she gets it set in her mind to start mixing drinks, she doesn't stop until all control is lost. Back when we were dating I would've loved the sound of ice crunching, of inhibitions lost, I would've come running downstairs wanting to drink a beer and watch her as she downed her daiquiris one after a delicious other until her lips were numb. But she was a hard to read drunk, sometimes she was an angry drunk, sometimes a sexual drunk, and on the rare, frightening occasion an angry sexual drunk. But now, after our falling out, after our relationship meltdown, she was always an angry, abusive drunk. I'd grown to fear the drunken version of herself. So upstairs in the largely unused third bedroom of our house, I turned on the computer. The computer was my escape from her red faced screaming fits. My on-line friends seemed to understand anything, of course they had the benefit of complete and total anonymity so they could think I was a total douche bag and I'd never know unless they typed it to me in an instant message, but so far no one had. It seemed people were simply more honest when they didn't have to talk face to face. More honest and more compassionate. Take Redhot23 for instance. Redhot23 was the screen name for a woman in her mid thirties who told me her name was Silvia. Silvia was a thrice divorced woman with three children running around bugging her at any moment, but she seemed to always be there for me when I needed her most. So with the computer booting up, I could hear Julia downstairs talking on her cell to one of her friends at the beauty salon where she worked. I rolled my eyes and prayed that she kept to herself tonight, I didn't need her abuse. When I logged onto my messenger, a little box popped up instantly, giant cartoon red lips greeting me. Redhot23} Good evening luv, what r u up 2 2nite? Her message blinking across the screen begged for a response. I smiled and cracked my knuckles in a bridge. Niceguy58} Hi Redhot...things aren't 2 bad...what about u? Redhot23} Kids are runnin around like terrors again. Niceguy58} At 10:00 at nite? Redhot23} yea, they were at their asshole daddies 2night and he loaded them up with Popsicles and soda....L Niceguy58} bummer Redhot23} yea, they need to take a nap, my head is splitting! Niceguy58} sorry to hear Redhot23} what about you? What r u up 2? Niceguy58} She's at it again. Redhot23} Julia? Niceguy58} yea Redhot23} drinking? Niceguy58} yea Redhot23} u know u need to move luv...how long have I been telling u to get out? My bed has some spare space...J Niceguy58} lol, yea, I know... Redhot23} doors always open u know Niceguy58} yea...shit BRB, she's coming upstairs. I locked the computer just before Julia burst into the computer room, her eyes already red from the daiquiri. She didn't know about Silvia, and I preferred that she never did. "Whatcha doing tonight Charley?" "Probably nothing, just sitting her in front of the computer and checking up on a little..." "Porn?" she interrupted, her hand on her hip. "Uh...I was gonna say sports scores." "Well hun, why don't you come out to the bar with us tonight? Let bygones be bygones you know? Me and a bunch of the girls from the salon are gonna go to the Ninth Street Pub downtown tonight. You are more than welcome to come along." She gulped some daiquiri from her half filled glass, licking her lips in that way of hers that she knew drove me mad. "Well I don't know." "Come on Chucky, be a party winner...not a party wiener..." she laughed. "Well...ok." I reluctantly agreed, it had been far too long since I'd been out of the house. "Well who-fucken-ray then!" she giggled, leaving me alone in the computer room. "Oh and be ready in fifteen minutes we gotta meet the girls down there around 10:30!" "Ok...I will" I unlocked the computer. Niceguy58} I'm back Redhot23} welcome back! Niceguy58} thx...look, I need to go Redhot23} L y? Niceguy58} well, Julia wants me to got 2 the bar. Redhot23} that's bad news Niceguy58} I know Redhot23} then y go? Niceguy58} dunno, destructive behavior I guess. Redhot23} lol Niceguy58} yea... Redhot23} well I don't think u should go Niceguy58} I already told her I would, plus there will be some of her friends there 2...so I trust it will be ok Redhot23} I don't trust her at all...she is up to no good as usual. Niceguy58} maybe so. Redhot23} no talking u out of this? Niceguy58} no. Redhot23} then good luck! I have the feeling u r gona need it. \-------------______________________________________------------------ The dance floor was packed with people grinding up against one another and slashing drinks to and fro. I could still see Julia, her friend Chantel and her other friend Denise from my seat at the bar. I was watching the Bulls game on the TV behind the bar sitting beside their other friend Jorge. Jorge had bought the last two rounds and I knew that my turn was coming up but my head was already a little dizzy from the first several rounds. But what could I do? I didn't want to look like a pussy. So I ordered more, and he ordered more, and I ordered more, and so it went on and on until the game was over and I realized that I had to pee more than life itself. "Hey Jorge, I'm gonna go take a leak, can you tell Julia that I'll be back." "Sure man, no problem, but I gotta tell ya, I don't think she's gonna be over here for awhile." He cocked a thumb at the dance floor where it seemed that Julia had found a stray guy who was more than happy to let her rub herself against I shook my head laughing and went down the narrow staircase to the small hallway below the bar. The hall led past a small out cove of payphones and toward the men's and women's bathrooms. On my way out of the bathroom, I saw Jorge coming down the stairs at about the time I reached the bottom step. I nodded at him and he nodded back. We passed on the steps, but as we did, he seized my arm and pulled me back down into the tiny hallway with relative ease. You see Jorge was a pretty large man, one of those really muscular types, when he grabbed the crook of your arm, you by god listened. "What's up man?" I asked. He turned me around and pressed a finger to his lips, urging me to be quiet. "What's going on?" I whispered. He led me back into the area of the hallway where the old payphones were and led me back to the farthest tucked away phone. He leaned in as if he had a secret to tell me, and I was suddenly began to feel uncomfortable. In that far away dark corner of the bar, all I could hear was the muffled stomping of dancers above and heavy bass lines that made the fillings feel loose in my teeth. It no longer seemed like Jorge was about to spread gossip to me, it now seemed like he might spread something far worse. His hand enveloped my shoulder with ease, and pushed me against the brick wall, the shadows and his bulky frame hiding me from passersby. He pressed up against me and leaned toward me, still intent on telling me that secret it seemed. "What...." Was all I could say before his lips were on mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't move with his massive hands pressing me back, his tongue flicking against mine. I struggled to move, and his hand grabbed onto the crotch of my pants, my entire manhood fitting into one of his massive hand, a hand that could crush a grapefruit without working up a sweat. I wanted to scream, and all the while, that invading tongue was twisting and cavorting against mine, my head dizzy from alcohol. His hand was now caressing my crotch, tracing the line of my penis in the pants, his tongue flicking. With him thoroughly distracted with me, I was finally able to fetch a glance over his shoulder and out into that hallway, and when I did, I jumped, nearly biting down on his invading tongue. There, just at the bottom of the steps was Julia, Denise and Chantel, and they were all smiling broadly, hands rested on tiny girly hips, eyes wide as they took in the display. In fact, Julia was laughing. I squirmed out from under Jorge's grip, a disgusting string of spittle still connecting our lips. "Is that what you wanted?" Julia laughed. And I suddenly knew that Silvia had been right, Julia had been up to something, this was a set up. "What?" I wiped Jorge's saliva off my chin with the back of my hand. "I said, is that what you wanted? You begged and pleaded with me for it...now you have it! Is it everything you thought it would be?" "What are you talking about?" I stuttered. Julia laughed, "Oh you're gonna play little Mr. Innocent eh?" She turned to Denise and Chantel, "Well girls, that little man down there begged...and I mean FUCKING PLEADED with me for fucking weeks to fuck him in the ass with something, anything...he said a finger, a dildo, hell even a strap-on would do." "I did not!" I debated, but I knew the truth, that secret desire that I'd shared with her in the privacy of our own bedroom, it was now out in the public forum. "Don't lie...we don't like liars around here do we girls?" Her friends shook their heads in unison, like it was a god damned play they were putting on. "So I figured I'd help you out. You want to be fucked in the ass? Well guess what? Jorge there WANTS to fuck you in the ass. See what I did for you? See how I have helped you out? Jorge will be more than glad to do to you what I would NEVER and I mean EVER do. What do you say Jorge? You still down for fucking that little cock boy there?" And that was when I ran. I scurried around Jorge, and split the giggling girls with ease, racing up the steps and out into the downtown streets, anywhere was better than in that bar's basement with them. _Any man can have the woman of his dreams, and can push the imagination to new heights, all you have to do is open your mind. Look at how long I have been doing it._ This is a story of fiction and none of this has happened in my past. Dear Shannon, I just thought I would write to you and let you know, over the weekend I was thinking about you constantly, and had a serious dream of our next meeting. I am not sure if you want to hear it, but I will tell you anyway. Please get comfortable, and just remember, in my heart you are, and will always be. It all starts with one simple letter letting you know I am coming back home, if only for a visit, a weekend, just short enough to smell the bad air of home again. You read this letter and you wonder if I am up to something, or if I just want you to know. Days pass, weeks pass, and nothing, but then you want to call, but you stay away. It has been months since we have seen each other, and you have an all-familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach antagonizing you. I go through all my time, realizing its you I love, you who I want to be with, and you are the one who my desires yearn for and who I wish to ravage at night. Finally the weekend of my birthday comes along, and the only thing you get is a message on your door in Braille tape stating: Isaac was here Please meet me here Both Braille labels are holding a piece of paper up against your door, and although you don't know what the Braille label says yet, you can see there is an address on the paper. You rush upstairs, and punch up hot Braille on your computer, as you realize I left the Braille very simple, just for you to read. As you input the different combinations you realize what it says, and you realize, I want you to meet me somewhere fairly close to you. The address leads to a nice out of the way hotel, and your body quivers with a chill at the realization of what kind of plans are developing. You try to write an email, but your fingers don't work, nothing comes out, and you stop. You lie back in your chair and just doze off and let your body give in to the feelings of what's to happen. Minutes seem like hours, and hours seem like days, but then you realize you have to decide if you are going to meet me. As you try to clear your mind, you realize another note has been left on your door, and no Braille this time, but a typed note stating: Shannon, If you are going to meet me, I want you to realize there is no turning back, if you show up, just ask for a key to room 6969, and when you come in you can either kiss me full on the lips or you can slowly kneel at the edge of the bed and submit to your passion. The rest of the note continues to detail what you should wear, and time to be there, but your fingers shake with anticipation, and your mouth goes dry at the thought. Please wear my favorite skirt and a nice loose shirt showing off a nice bit of skin. I realize its cold out, so you can always wear my gift to you, or clothes of your choice. As you realize there is a box at your feet, and you take the time to open it slowly. There is a nice long fleece jacket, and you put it against your skin, and realize there is a note inside. Shannon, If you wear this, you aren't to wear anything else except make up. You realize the Goosebumps are coming more frequent now and your nipples are straining against your bra begging for attention. The original letter finishes with: Shannon, I want you, need you and hope you decide to come, if you do, I know what it means, and if you don't, I know what it means. You put it all down and realize your life is going to change either way you go, and ultimately its crossing a line your not sure you're ready for. My birthday arrives, and you decide to show up. I sit in the hotel room waiting for you, and you take the time to straighten your clothes and put on my favorite smells, but when you open the door, you realize its dark, but you aren't sure where I am. You remember not to say anything, and you decide instead of taking a passive approach, you are going to be proactive. You search the room looking for me, and when you find me sitting on the edge of the bed, you close your eyes slowly, and softly kiss me. Our passion grows until you feel my hardness pressing between us, and as you do, you release the kiss for a second to let your body free. You then take off the jacket I gave you and your naked skin is free from all restraint. We are both naked now and continue to kiss passionately, fiercely enough for you to lean in to me and fall on top of me and continue to crawl up my body to maintain contact. I whisper to you how much I want you and how much I can't wait to be inside you, but you shhhh me and continue to nibble me slowly. We moan softly with passion, and as you roll on your back, you pull me on top of you and slide me inside you quickly. My cock is hot, hard and ready for you, as I have been waiting for this moment, since we were together all those months ago. You raise your legs, wrap them around me and mold to my body as I pump you slow, but hard. Our kiss continues through the entire session, and we lock even tighter as you pull me with all your desire closer to you and lock your arms around me as well. I come hard inside you, and for the first time in the many years we have known each other we don't care about condoms or stopping. We share in the passion felt from day one, and built up for all this time, and as you grind out every ounce of fluid I have, your desire to orgasm gets even stronger. You give me the sexiest voice I have ever heard from you and you say you want me to taste you. Not having any problem with your taste, I slide out of you and slide my fingers inside you and begin to slowly lick your clit as you grind slowly and run your fingers through my hair. You come hard with one long moan, and I don't let go of your luscious thighs until you completely come down from your orgasm. Finally, I slide up behind you and wrap you in my arms and whisper softly, "I missed you my princess and won't leave you ever again." You drift off to sleep, as I realize how different my life will be with you instead of without. Signed: TMWLY November 29, 2005

Dee, couldn't believe it! Deep down this was always her desire but to actually have it happen in the office. It's not every day you are caught masturbating at work. She thought she was alone, her boss Mike who she was secretary to had just left. Being the last in the office was common for Dee she would sometimes lock up after Mike and the rest of the office left for the day. Today was in most parts the usual fun filled day as Dee liked to take a risk or two she just didn't bargain on getting caught playing with herself, however much of an exhibitionist she is. She quite liked the attention she received from all members of the team, whatever their persuasion or sex. Today she had a short little skirt on with stockings, working in a solicitors office you had to present well, and today she thought to herself she looked...well just yummy, she felt it too. The thrill of being looked at, even watched by others was such a thrill for Dee. Daily sport is what she liked to call it, like going fishing for compliments, looks, admiration, the attention was something she thrived on. A favourite sport of hers was to hitch her skirt up enough so that the top of her stockings would be flashed to anyone brave enough to come to her desk. Well, you need something to break up the boredom of work. You'd be surprised how many men would shy away from a woman that's actively seeking attention, those that could read a situation is what Dee loved. When Mike would bring documents for posting or filing Dee liked to have her skirt positioned in readiness and expose just enough of herself to grab the gaze of her boss, to see if she could cause a reaction, a stirring in him, she wanted nothing more than to whip her panties off spread her legs on her chair whilst her boss was standing there, like it was a perfectly normal thing to do. Just let him stare and take in her beautiful pussy, whilst briefing her on the days events nodding as she was taking notes. Haha, if only she could. The feeling of exposing herself was a deep desire that she desperately enjoyed, she had to be careful at work for obvious reasons but allowed herself to have just enough fun. One of Dees favourite sports was teasing the couriers, yesterday she had a nice pair of heels, black stockings. A thong that had a sheer front that revealed her glorious hood and upper portion of lips, a white shirt & a light grey two-piece suit. What you would call classy but ready to be filthy. Mike had a few clients in a meeting that afternoon and was feeling extra naughty, so today to get her daily rush, she would show the courier a little more than usual. 4pm was the usual pickup time, Dee placed the days parcels and letters on the floor near her desk. She anticipated the courier's arrival with clockwork precision, pretending to be on the call she was sat back in her chair in that relaxed pose, legs slightly apart, but nothing that would seem provocative to a passer-by, over than her skirt was hitched a little high, just enough to show the tops of her stockings. As the courier walked in he couldn't see the pickups in their usual point, Dee waved at him and pointed to the floor in front of her desk, the parcel jockey walked toward Dee to see the bundle awaiting his removal, as he knelt down to retrieve them Dee spread her legs, revealing her stocking covered thighs, and her sheer thong, the courier couldn't help but pause mid motion and just stare, he didn't know where to look, Dee enjoying his discomfort didn't stop there. Pulling her right leg up onto her chair, she exposed her pussy, still covered by the sheer thong, but her detail was clear for the courier to see, the stocking ending at the top of her thigh, was greeted by suspenders that continued to her belt, and drew the eye toward her open groin. The courier carried on fumbling with the packages, eventually grabbed them and headed off saying not one word to Dee, but communicated clearly his arousa via his eager bulge! Dee had many adventures with several couriers but that story is for another chapter, which I can guarantee will deliver. For now back to today. Meanwhile Mike, needed to ask his secretary something during his meeting, so made his way toward her desk, she obviously didn't pickup the sound of his footsteps as he could see she was preoccupied with the courier. Naughty bitch he thought, as she displayed herself to the flustered clearly inexperienced courier. The view of Dee controlling this situation aroused Mike, he knew she looked fantastic today, having given her several compliments and longing glances all day, tomorrow he will give her more than a compliment. As Dee was feeling extra kinky she showed a bit more leg than usual during her daily sport, but the cream on the cake was when she was standing at the photocopier in full view of Mike with her back to him, she imagined riding on his rock-hard cock, taking his length in her tight pussy, sitting in his lap and gently rocking side to side and grinding in a circular motion, feeling his stiff dick move inside her, probing the walls of her vagina. Whilst Dees mind was in the zone, her hips in the real world mimicked the motion gently rocking, swivelling herself, nice and slow, as she did, her panty line was clear to see her tight skirt showed her full yummy arse a treat. Mike just happened to be walking up to her with some documents as Dee was in her trance like state, gently swaying her hips. He just forgot what he was doing and took in Dees movements, drifting into his daydream, he wanted to press himself against her his rock solid cock bursting to be free from his trousers, pushing on her perfect ass cheeks, feeling his warmth and hers together as she returned the favour and pushed back into him, he then pulled up her skirt hearing the sound of fabric against skin...that swoosh sound as the fibres resist, he exposed her stockings and her thong..." Mike, can I help with anything, you need the photocopier" Dee asked. And 321 your back In the room. Mike, for the first time seemed to stumble his words. Dee could see he was aroused, his dick was bulging in his suit trousers, god bless slim fit trousers she thought. Dee looked momentarily down at his groin and back to his face, then taking a moment to adjust her skirt as if reading what was just in his mind she took the papers from her bosses hands and turned around like nothing happened, with a smile that would last all-day. What a buzz, Dee loved being looked at being watched especially distracting others from their predetermined task. Lunchtime approached. As it was Friday, Dee usually goes for a run on the treadmill at the local gym, it was her way of giving herself permission to enjoy the weekends guilty pleasures...after all she needed to earn them. Off she went with her gym bag for a 30-min hard session. As Dee changed at the gym, thoughts of Mikes growing member today was never far from her mind so to make her session a little more fun, she popped in her love-sense love egg vibe(other brands are available), always be prepared was her motto, and yes, this was another one her favourite sports you could call her an all-rounder! She readied the app for her pounding run on the treadmill both her music playlist and vibe program to "let's have it" setting! How she enjoyed doing this whilst everyone else was in the room, usually when people push themselves in a gym hearing grunts of exertion are part and parcel of the experience. Being the clever girl she was, Dee soon found a way to take advantage of her surroundings. Running was great for fitness, yet even better to allow your mind to just drift, you can often solve any problem by going for a run, your body just instinctively knows how to move itself when running which is why I guess it's a great stress reliever. Dee used it as another tool, another opportunity to exhibit herself. As Dee hit the treadmill the pleasure from her toy was too hard to hide, which is why she did it, of course. She fantasised about Mikes cock being freed from his tight-fitting boxers, swinging back and forth as its sprung free from his restraining underwear, not full on hard but semi that yummy stage just before it gets proper hard perfect for sucking on, or feeling against your skirt knowing only that thin layer of fabric was the only thing from experiencing that warmth a cock brings, as it pulses and grows harder and harder, eager to rise into action. Dee was reaching her uphill stage on the treadmill which was nothing short of bloody difficult, as she pushed hard, dripping with sweat she groaned and grunted, shouts of encouragement came from one of the on duty instructors. The grunts of course masked the shots of orgasmic pulse rushing over Dee, how she wanted to just let her eyes roll back and take the sensation there and then as the egg increased its own intensity level, Dee smiled and gave the thumbs up back to the instructor she looked close to collapse, brushed with heat from her exercise clearly showing in her face. Her pussy was absolutely dripping too as the vibe gave her everything she needed, well almost! Her breath grew harder and harder, coming from her diaphragm the deep breathing filled the room, it was an effort an olympian would have been proud of. Dee came hard, imaging her boss inside her, his cum also pumping into her filling her with its warming effect after a proper hard fuck against his desk, her panties down by her ankles, her skirt hitched above her arse, Mike pounding her hard, over and over pulling her hair back as he thrusts into her, feeling his cock deep inside, those earlier slow rhythmic movements of his cock pressed against her arse soon giving way to manic, hard animalistic love making mirrored with shouts of pleasure, whilst the entire office was watching them take each other to another level. The treadmill began to slow as the program finished. Dees other exercise continued still, she eventually managed to switch off the vibe via her app, and took stock of her public orgasm, buckled over with hands on her knees, panting for air but so damn proud of herself. Goal achieved said Siri on her Apple Watch, Siri you have no idea she thought!! The innocent instructor just across the way, called out well done you smashed that one giving the thumbs up like he was eddy the eagle, yes I did, raising her arms in the air like Rocky Balboa reaching the top of those steps. Smashed-it she said in a quivering voice. Getting stronger she hummed to herself. What a day and its only early afternoon, Dee hit the showers, but she took her time parading her wet body, allowing everyine to see her in the changing room, every opportunity she thought. She had a regular audience although it was only ever one lady, a rather nice looking yummy mummy type who happened to visit the gym on the same days. Dee took it as a compliment. She loved to exaggerate her movements in the communal shower whilst facing the room as she applied gels, shampoos letting her nakedness to be seen, allowing her tits to sway and jiggle freely as she applied them to her body, cleaning her arse and pussy without care bending down to take care of her aching feet, of course showing her perfectly formed pussy sandwich to her audience. Her favourite was drying herself down, whilst catching the yummy mummy glancing at her, Dee wouldn't shift her glaze, she wanted to be looked at. But agsin that's for another time & another chapter. Whilst Dee packed her kit back into her bag, she checked how filthy and wet her gym knickers were the mix of sweat and love cream aroused her, Jesus they had a good time she thought. Dee finally set off for the office, when she got in, she dumped the bag next to her desk. Another one chalked off, Dee thought to herself. Friday afternoon came & went without incident the only relative excitement was when Mike asked her to pick up a click and collect order which he needed for the weekend. With the day drawing to a close the office emptied. Mike left for the day saying goodbye to his secretary whilst she was on the phone. She took note and stared at his groin for longer than was comfortable, and she knew it, he knew it too by the redness that started to flush on his cheeks. He mimed to her the universal imaginary turning a key, pointed to her & showed the thumbs up motion implying are you OK to lock up. Dee winked in return, gave a nod, a thumbs up then put the phone down, she said have a good weekend and watched him walk out fo the office, wishing she could just ride his face, right after her filthy run. Muddy fucker she thought to herself. Then as the last team member left Dee was alone she started to tidy her desk, then went to put a few things back in her gym bag, swivelling around on her chair to where she expected her bag to be, it was however a little further away than she recalled placing it. Thinking nothing of it she placed the items in her bag, then stood up to take a few documents to Mikes office before she would lock up and leave to see her husband. When she got to Mikes desk she could see his work mobile phone just laying out in the open, she picked it up to put in his top drawer for safe keeping, when Dee opened the draw she wasn't expecting to see a pair of knickers...correction her dirty gym knickers from today, in her bosses stash. Oh my, she thought to herself, you dirty bastard, you dirty... Dee pauses. Kinky bastard she corrected! Dee instantly felt a rush through her body, her asshole puckered, the sensation running from her ankles to the crown of her head was sheer pulsing delight which accumulated in a slight gasp from her mouth, her legs slightly separating as her pussy also reacted to events unfolding before her. A slight hint of being infiltrated soon passed, as Mike clearly had been rummaging in her bag whilst she picked up his package. Clever naughty bastard she thought, touché! It would seem Dee wasn't the only risk-taker in the office. Bringing the knickers out she could smell herself on them, a mix of sweat, sweet cum the underwear was still very damp, her gusset thick with gyms session naughtiness, but she could also see that Mike had been enjoying them too! He must have been in here whilst she was away, the thought of her boss tugging on his cock in his office over her filthy sweaty cream drenched underwear was too much. Clam down ladies Dee thought, as her thong began riding between her increasingly wet lips, you're going to get a run around... as if she was commanding a couple of puppies in training. She knows they just want to be free. Sometimes Dee felt like she had a Rottweiler in her pants, why a vagina was referred to as a pussy she often questioned, as hers was like a fucking beast that need to devour everything in its wake. Perhaps you couldn't really tame a pussy, was the logic. All Dee knew was that it was like someone turning on the tap, what you guys don't know is that, a "pussy" has several stages of arousal, it grows just like a cock, it stretches, pulsates, increases in volume and Dees desires was evident, she was hard. Her clit needed to be free. To be continued.

_Disclaimers:_ All mine. Female loving. No violence. Feedback good! :D *** Darkness surrounded the landscape; nothing was visible except the occasional glimpse of flaring headlights. The air was thick with fog and something denser, a touch of dust. It was hard to see through the thickness and the driver of the small, red automobile had to clutch at the wheel with both hands and stare unwaveringly straight ahead. The blonde driver cracked open the window to allow a bit of air into the stuffy compartment, rubbing her eyes gently, trying to rub the tiredness out. She was running away. If asked, she probably wouldn't be able to articulate what from, but she was running nonetheless. Her job back home had become so stressing, so tiresome that she felt that one more day and she would explode. She decided to leave it behind before her body would make good on its threat. She wasn't planning on staying away forever though, so she simply left her boss with a little notice that she would return once her mind had time to cleanse. Deep down she knew her boss would only get mad for an instant, but then relent as he would reluctantly realize he'd been working her far too hard and long. She'd been in need of vacation for some time and there was nothing like taking advantage of the moment. Then there was her family. They were always all over her, constantly demanding of her, constantly dreaming for her, constantly pushing and pulling in all directions at once. She'd had enough and it was about time she got away for bit from them as well. She loved them all to death, but not her own. And finally, there was the boyfriend. As though the family wasn't demanding enough, she had to answer to him as well. It had gotten to a point that everything became too much and the need to get away was almost overwhelming. Dreaming of escape at night, or falling into a deep abyss of despair didn't seem like the normal things that should cross one's unconscious mind, but then again, the unconscious was always full of surprises. Now that she was on the road, driving forward with no destination in mind, she felt free. For the first time since kindergarten, she felt utterly and completely free. It was exhilarating and she took a deep breath of freedom's air, immediately regretting it when dust particles filled her lungs. All the same, the sensation was marvelous and she didn't have one ounce of regret concerning the trip. The roads were mostly empty, only the occasional car would whoosh by her, illuminating the road for a moment than plunging her little car back into darkness. Looking at the street signs from time to time, she realized that she was gaining quite a distance from her home and a smile fought to break lose on her youthful face. She was literally giddy as she gazed in the rearview mirror, shaking her head at the silly smile plastered on her lips. Deciding she had had enough thoughts for the night, she decided to switch the radio on. Flipping through the channels she finally paused on one of her favorite songs, "All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You" by Heart. Tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the music, she began humming along with the singer's sultry voice. Relaxing further into her seat, she loosened her death grip on the wheel and enjoyed the ride. She had gotten to such a state of relaxation that she barely had time to notice the dark figure standing on the side of the road. The figure was walking along the sidelines, zigzagging from time to time into traffic. The driver barely had time to slam on the breaks. Her car stopped mere inches away from the silent figure, now facing her. Without thinking, she threw the door open and stepped out, screaming at the indistinct stranger, "What is wrong with you?! I could have run you over! What the hell are you doing walking here in the middle of the night anyhow?" She was scared, her heart beating so fast that it was deeply lodged in her throat. She couldn't help but lash out though she figured the stranger might be even more frightened than her. Then another thought came to mind, what if he's drunk? What if he's a serial killer? Are you crazy? Get the heck out of here! Her inner voice admonished in alarm. When she was about to get back into her car and drive off, happy that the stranger seemed fine, her car door was grabbed by an unrelenting hand. She couldn't help but gasp aloud. Raising her eyes to the now slightly visible face, she breathed silently both in surprise and in slight relief. The face of one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen revealed itself to her shocked eyes. She stood in front of the dark stranger mutely as the woman smiled at her, her blue eyes flashing. Even in the intense darkness, those blue eyes were still clearly visible. "I'm sorry if I scared you, but I didn't hear you coming." The driver gulped thickly, "It's okay, I'm sorry I almost ran you over and then screamed at you, I was a bit agitated." The woman smirked, but not unkindly, "That's okay, I don't mind. Say, how about a little compensation, perhaps that would make you feel better?" The driver paled considerably and the entire idea of her trip, which seemed so wise and wonderful a minute ago, seemed terrifyingly stupid then. Several scenarios and possibilities ran through her mind as her mouth refused to form the words to answer. The stranger noticed the driver's pallid features and hitching of breath and quickly reassured, "I'm kidding, I'm not gonna ask for something weird or crazy. I'm sorry for worrying you. I just want a ride, if you wouldn't mind." The driver gulped again and licked her lips, "A ride?" she repeated pitifully. Again, that smile appeared on the stranger's lips, "Yeah, just a ride. I'm not a serial killer, you know. My car broke down a few miles from here and that's why I started walking, in the hopes that I'd reach some town soon, or a ride would happen to pass by." "Umm, well, you see, I have to be somewhere real early and I have to get going. I don't think it would be good for you, it's pretty far away." She was pretty sure she knew why she had lied, but she still felt uncomfortable with the fib. She wasn't used to lying and though the stranger seemed nice enough, you could never be sure. "Well, I would love a ride to anywhere you wish to drop me. I'm in no hurry." The woman tried again, but when she saw the uncomfortable look on the little driver's face, she reluctantly relented. "Look, it's okay, I'll just walk to the next town, like I planned to do. Don't worry about it, you go on. Thanks for stopping to check on me though." She winked at the astonished driver, released her grip on her door and started walking away. The driver was speechless as she got back into her car, shifted into gear and drove off. A few miles into the road, she pulled to a harsh stop and backed toward the walking stranger. Stopping right next to her, she pulled down the passenger side window, "Okay, I'll give you a ride to the next town, hop in." The stranger smiled broadly, threw her bag into the backseat and jumped inside the car. Both women were silent during the first minutes of the drive, and then it was the stranger who started the conversation, "Thanks. It would have been a real pain to walk to the next town. I saw a sign earlier that said 50 miles. That kind of depressed me, but what choice did I have, right?" The driver simply nodded. "I'm Ricky, and you are?" She introduced, extending her hand in greeting. "Lynn. Nice to meet you." They shook hands quickly. "The pleasure is all mine, trust me." Said Ricky, chuckling. Lynn gazed over at her passenger and perused her fleetingly in the dim light of the car. She had long black hair, a beautifully chiseled face of classic features, amazing blue eyes of which she'd already took notice, and she was wearing all black. Their height difference was another thing that had made her weary of the guest at first. It still unnerved her to realize that Ricky was much taller and obviously stronger than her. That wasn't an immense feat however, since she had a small, compact frame, which most people topped in height. They were pretty much opposites, with her short blonde hair and brown eyes, and even the colors they wore pointed at a difference. Pulling her eyes back to the road, she concentrated on trying to generate conversation. She wanted to make sure she hadn't made the biggest mistake of her life by picking up this stranger, this hitchhiker. She wanted to get her to talk about herself, to make her tangible to her. She wanted to stop worrying. "So, you said your car broke down some miles ago?" Lynn asked tactfully. The dark stranger brushed her hand over her face in obvious weariness, "Yeah, I was planning to go on vacation and decided to leave a little earlier, and this is what I get. Though, I'm not sorry I've met you." She said charmingly. Lynn couldn't help it, she blushed. Hoping that her blush wasn't visible, she cleared her throat and said, "Thanks. So, where were you heading?" Ricky smiled silently then said, "Alpine Valley, Michigan." "So that's what's in that bag of yours." Lynn said offhandedly, but inside she was glad to silence her burning concern with the knowledge that the bulk belonged to a pair of skies. Ricky chuckled, "Yeah. What'd you think I had in there, a body?" At Lynn's wide-eyed look of apprehension, Ricky quickly assured, "Don't worry, I'm really a normal person. Well, as normal as you can get nowadays." She tried to lighten the mood. "So what about you? Where are you headed?" "Around that same area." Answered Lynn, in a noncommittal tone. Ricky just nodded her head. The next hour was spent in silence as Ricky gazed out of the window and Lynn tried to keep a steady hold of the steering wheel, fighting the sudden bout of sleepiness threatening to take over. She shook her head lightly to clear the cobwebs and flipped the radio back on in the hopes that it would wake her up. A soft drizzle had started earlier and the road slowly became slicker, making Lynn pay an even closer attention to what lay ahead. She hoped it wouldn't snow and that the drizzle would remain just that, but as things would have it, nature wasn't known to be a good listener. Soon, a light rain began falling, making it harder still to see. Lynn turned her wipers on but to no avail, since the rain only started pouring down harder. Ricky glanced at the cute little driver and asked, "Would you like me to take over driving? You look tired." Lynn took a glimpse at her passenger and shook her head, "No thanks, I'm okay. We should probably find a place to stop for the night though, this rain is getting worse and it doesn't seem to be letting up." Ricky chewed her lip in thought, "Yeah, you're probably right. We're a few miles from a town, we should look for a motel or something there. Turn right on the next exit." Lynn simply nodded and concentrated on the road even harder than before, all sleepiness seemingly gone. She wasn't thrilled with the idea of having to stop on the way and especially of having a guest to board with. It wasn't the first time she rethought her earlier decision and hoped she wouldn't end up regretting her kind gesture. When the exit came into view, she signaled and slowly took the turn. The side road was smaller and even less populated than the main highway as they drove down toward the lights on the horizon. The lights quickly materialized into exactly what they had been looking for, a motel. Parking the car in one of the front spots, she pulled the break and turned to gaze at Ricky. That same song from earlier seemed to haunt Lynn as it began playing again on the radio. Frowning, she flipped the dial and shut it off. "We better go in and get a room." Lynn said. Ricky nodded and with no further word she opened her door and stepped out. The rain was really pelting the ground when Lynn got out and locked her car. Hurrying toward the entrance, she tried to use her jacket as some sort of shield against the rain. When they entered the motel, they were both soaked through. The man at the counter turned the volume on his TV set down and looked at the women. "How can I help you?" Lynn blinked a few rain drops from her pale eyelashes and put her hands on the counter, leaving wet trails behind. "We need two rooms for the night." "Sorry, only got one room for the night." The man with the bushy eyebrows and moustache answered. Gulping, Lynn tried again, this time with a little incentive in her hand, "Are you sure you can't spare two rooms?" She handed him a ten dollar bill, which to her surprise he didn't take. "No ma'am." He turned the volume back up on the TV and averted his gaze. Sighing deeply, Lynn decided to take the one room. She tried to hand the man her money and was surprised when her hand was grabbed by a much larger one, with long fingers. "Allow me." Ricky took advantage of Lynn's momentary shock and paid for their room. She grabbed the key from the man who was already ignoring them and walked out in search of their room. The room wasn't too bad considering the outside appearance of the dingy motel. It had a king sized bed situated straight in the middle with nightstands on each of its sides, a TV set, a small round table with chairs and a fairly clean bathroom. The colors probably needed changing since the horrible red could make a person go blind, but otherwise, they had no real complaints. It was more than reasonable and most importantly, it was warm and dry. Lynn walked to the bed and flopped down ungracefully. She ran her hand over the cover and was happy to discover that it was quite clean. "You shouldn't have paid for the room, I was about to..." "I know, I just wanted to do something to thank you for the ride and all. I hope you're not mad." Ricky said bashfully. "I'm not mad, I just...well, anyhow, thanks." Ricky smiled. "You're welcome." "Well, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Would you like to go in first, or should I?" The earlier bout of fatigue was catching up with Lynn and she couldn't wait to get under the covers and sleep. She was even past the moment of embarrassment when she realized she would be sleeping in the same bed with the tall stranger. She just wanted to rest. Ricky scratched her neck in resignation, "Hey look, I know this isn't exactly how you wanted it to be. I know you didn't plan on having to stop for the night and I'm sure you didn't plan on having me around, and now we have to share a room. I'm really sorry for all this and I could find some other place to sleep if it'd make you feel better." For the first time Lynn felt a kind of humane warmth in connection with the tall beauty. She no longer felt so alienated from her and felt they could even become friends, given time. Feeling sorry for acting like a jerk and making Ricky feel even more uncomfortable than she probably already was, she decided to apologize herself. "No, I'm the one who's sorry. I agreed to give you a ride, I stopped out of my own free will and I've been acting weird towards you since I picked you up. Not only did you pay for this room and it should be me offering to find some place else to sleep in, you've been nothing but kind and civil to me. So, what I'm trying to say is, if you don't think I'm too terrible a person, I would like to share this room with you." Exhaling a breath, she brushed her fingers through her blonde tresses. Ricky frowned in concentration and scratched her cheek, "I don't know..." She said it so seriously that a wide-eyed Lynn was preparing to get up from the bed and leave the room. Ricky quickly grabbed her wrist to stop her, "I was kidding. Of course I would be honored to share this room with you." She smiled crookedly, tilting her head to the side and batting her eyelashes playfully. Lynn felt the first genuine smile in the past month or so cross her lips as she gazed at the most endearing picture. Ricky was not only stunningly beautiful but as Lynn was quickly finding out, a most charming and sweet person. "Okay then. Who gets the bathroom first?" "Well me of course." Before Lynn could respond, she flashed a childlike smile and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Lynn shook her head and chuckled. She liked this new side of her companion and wondered what other surprises lay in store for her. After Ricky finished her business in the bathroom, she took her turn and washed up. Wrapping a bathrobe around her naked frame, Lynn closed the bathroom door and walked to their bed. Ricky had already gotten in and seemed to be in the midst of a deep sleep. Going to the other side of the bed, Lynn pulled the covers down and slipped underneath, reveling in the sensation of the cool sheets rubbing against the naked skin of her legs. She turned on her side and let sleep take her over into its soothing embrace. It was around 1am when Ricky began to stir. Blinking her eyes open she waited for a bit to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. She felt something soft and warm pressed against the front of her body and for a moment felt completely disoriented. She looked down and saw a rumpled mass of blonde hair pressed against the pillow and under the crook of her shoulder. An unbelievable rush of emotion attacked her and she couldn't help herself as she raised her hand to lightly caress the sleeping features of the blonde. Lynn murmured something in her sleep but didn't wake up. Ricky continued caressing her cheek softly and gently, simply memorizing the plains. She realized they barely knew each other and that no more than a couple of hours ago Lynn was positive she was a serial killer and didn't trust her as far as she could throw her, but she discarded those thoughts, deciding to ignore them and trust her instincts. And her instincts were telling her, more like screaming at her, to touch this beautiful angel lying next to her. Without giving it much thought, she leaned down and kissed the clothed shoulder lightly. Moving slowly from her shoulder to her neck, she trailed soft kisses up to her ear, giving the pink lobe a soft lick with the tip of her tongue. This made Lynn jump a little and wake her up. Turning to lie on her back, she looked in confusion at the looming halo of black hair. She blinked her eyes a few times, trying to clear the sleep from them and gazed into the almost ethereal blue of Ricky's eyes. "What's wrong?" She asked sleepily. She didn't know what had woken her up and was worried that something had happened. Ricky simply smiled and said, "Nothing, you're just so beautiful that each time I look at you I'm afraid my heart will beat right out of my chest." Blinking a few times rapidly, Lynn shook her head. She was positive she hadn't heard right or that it was just a dream from which she would wake up any second. "What are you talking about, Ricky?" Instead of answering, Ricky leaned over and placed the softest of kisses on Lynn's shocked lips. She didn't probe any further, simply let her lips rest languidly against Lynn's. It took Lynn a few seconds to gain her wits and she pushed against Ricky's shoulders. "What are you doing? I'm not..." The protest died on her lips when she saw a lone tear sparkle in the darkness, traveling down from the corner of Ricky's eye, down her cheek, to her chin, and then plop soundlessly on her chest. Lynn swallowed thickly and without her conscious permission, her hand drifted up to caress the woman's soft skin. "Ricky...What is this about? We don't even know each other. I have a boyfriend back home. We can't do this." Excuses and reasons kept running through her head, but she was only conscious of one thing, and that was the slow trickle of tears from those beautiful eyes she had grown so unknowingly fond of. She ran her fingers leisurely through the dark tresses as she wiped away the trail of tears with her other hand. "Don't cry." She admonished softly, threading her fingers into her hair and pulling her down to her lips. The contact was even sweeter than before. They kissed and tasted each other for a few minutes, brushing their lips against one another, licking and nipping in between languid caresses. It was pure heaven for both and the feeling that they didn't want it to end ran through them like an electric current. Suddenly frantic to make the moment last, they pulled at each other's clothes and began touching, exploring the newly discovered skin. Their moans mingled together as a hand touched a breast, then a tongue replaced the fingers at a straining nipple. Touches became firmer as their bodies sought to move closer. Hunger, their movements could only be described as pure hunger, as they ravished each other's flesh. Their bodies intertwined to such a degree you no longer could discern where one ended and the other began. Moans were beginning to grow in volume as fingers searched an opening, a deeper connection with the warm, sweet body lying alongside them. By tomorrow many marks would be evident on the women's bodies, betraying what their minds would probably refuse to acknowledge. The peak was close as they moved in tandem. It was sweet torture and release was craved to such a degree that hearts were on the verge of bursting. One more deep thrust, one more strong suck, one more slick push and they were gone. Their screams mingled in the night, like two animals reuniting under the white glow of a new moon. Scratch marks appeared on Ricky's body as she arched into the smaller one beneath her. She looked down at Lynn, trying to keep her eyes open in order to capture the look of intense rapture on the beautiful features. The moment of release was incredible, as she had known it would be. Holding the young woman in her arms, she ran her fingers through the now damp hair and caressed the sweaty back. Lynn had already fallen asleep. Ricky pulled her closer still, tucked warmly between her legs; she kissed the crown of her head and fell into a deep sleep as well. The soft rays of sunshine hit Lynn's closed eyelids making her face scrunch up in annoyance. She knew she hadn't slept that long and that it couldn't possibly be morning yet. When the fuzz cleared form her sleep muddled brain, realization hit...hard. Suddenly it all came back to her and she realized why she hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Stretching carefully, she felt Ricky's arm tighten around her waist. She was lying with her back to the obviously naked Ricky, who was holding her captive and warm. What am I thinking?! She cried in desperation to herself. She had no idea why she had let herself go the night before, but she knew there would be plenty of time to reflect and regret once she was miles and miles away from that motel. Making as little noise as possible and trying not to jar the bed too much, Lynn grabbed Ricky's wrist gently and pushed her arm away from her. A deep breath later, she was free to slip out of bed. Not bothering to grab anything but her clothes and few belongings, she spared one more glance at the bed and left. She couldn't allow herself to think about the night, just as she couldn't allow herself to think about Ricky's face when she would wake up and find her gone. Ignoring the pain in her heart, she jumped into her car and sped off, away from the motel, away from her indiscretion, away from...happiness? The rain had let up, but the roads were still wet and slippery. Once the motel was left far in the distance, she pulled her foot off the accelerator and drove at a more moderate pace. The morning was bright and beautiful but it made her heart that much heavier. She knew what she had done was wrong and she hated herself for it, but she also knew she had no other choice. Whatever had compelled her to let go of inhibitions and throw caution to the wind was a deep and dark impulse that was seemingly hiding in the face of daylight. "A lot of people have one night stands, I'm not the only one." She told herself, trying to make herself feel better. The small pep talk didn't seem to have the desired effect however, and she felt even worse. Many people may have one night stands, but not many people would do what you did, her conscious screamed at her in anger. As it turned out, Ricky should have been afraid of her and not the other way around. She hoped that in time, she would forget her misdeed, and eventually would get the tall, dark stranger out of her mind and heart. Baffled as to her strange feelings, Lynn tried to make sense of them. She had never before had any kind of feelings towards another woman, much less this kind of attraction. She had a boyfriend, for God's sake. But no matter how much she kept telling herself that, she knew that her heart didn't lie. She had felt an instant attraction, a pull toward Ricky the minute she saw her close up. Unable to explain it in any other rational way, she figured the strange circumstances and fear of the unknown wrought havoc on her unsuspecting heart and emotions. Now, by the light of day, she couldn't avoid the truth of those feelings, and the truth of the previous night. Her memory was adamant to play tricks on her as scenes from the night flashed through her mind. She could almost feel those long fingers caressing her and coaxing pleasurable moans out of her mouth. The memory of first entry into her open and responsive body was like a lightning bolt hitting her over sensitized nerves. She jumped and the car swerved for a moment. When she gained her senses, she could feel perspiration dotting her forehead. Lynn swallowed and decided that perhaps some music would help calm her. The minute she turned on the radio she regretted it. That damned song by Heart began playing in earnest. Angrily, she beat her palm against the radio, trying to shut it off in the process. When the image of Ricky's face about to follow her over the precipice flashed through her mind, she pulled the car to a stop with a loud screech. "I can't do this. I have to get home." Sighing in frustration and defeat, she swerved the car around and began heading home, vacation over and done with. Afraid to stop for anything or anyone, Lynn drove through the night and reached her house by the afternoon of next day. The sight of her boyfriend opening their front door made her heart skip a beat. The feeling was different though. She was excited to see him, but it was no longer the same kind of excitement; it was more like a reluctant kind. Having no other choice, she stepped out of the car and let herself be engulfed by a deep, strong hug. Her boyfriend, Mark, was a few inches taller than her, blonde with blue eyes, so different and yet so familiar, and muscularly built. "Mark, I..." She tried to explain, to offer an apology, but her words were stopped by a deep, probing kiss. Unable to ignore the stirrings, she realized just how different it had all become. She was no longer satisfied. It was as though her entire life had changed because of one faithful, seemingly insignificant night. Nothing else could compare anymore, and she was afraid that she would never be able to settle again. Her fear translated itself into tears, which only intensified when Mark pulled her closer still and tried to kiss her tears away. Once inside the house, Mark began speaking, "I'm so glad you're back. I was so worried." She had loved Mark at one time, she knew she still loved him in a way. But it couldn't be compared to what had gone through her a mere two nights ago. She knew she sounded like a broken record and she knew she should hate herself for treating both those innocent people in such a bad manner, but she couldn't help it. Everything seemed to pass before her eyes as though in either slow motion or in cartoon-like fast forward. People talked around her, worked around her, loved around her, but worst of all, they lived around her. She was like an empty shell, a zombie grudgingly brought to life. Mark didn't understand her anymore, not that he ever had, she would say. No one got along with her and so, people began avoiding her altogether. She picked fights for no reason and it seemed her life was crumbling right in front of her eyes and there was nothing she could do about it, until one faithful day. Lynn lived in a small town where nothing really happened, but when something did, the entire town was in an uproar. That is one of the reasons she had seriously began contemplating leaving the small, suburban town in favor of the big city. She had had enough with people getting into her business, and she couldn't take the loneliness anymore. She preferred the kind of loneliness the big city would afford, a loneliness caused by simple, impersonal estrangement. On the day she decided to tell Mark of her plans, a stranger appeared in town. Standing outside in the sun, checking over her car, Lynn felt a chill run down her spine. She turned around and at first didn't see anything, but then a tall, dark figure appeared from behind a tree, heading in her direction. Lynn's breathing hitched and she clutched her chest, fearing her heart might jump right out and thump its way toward the oncoming reason for its abnormal excitation. When Ricky was standing face to face with Lynn, Lynn was positive she couldn't gather enough moisture to utter a single word. "Fancy meeting you here." Ricky said in that deep, sultry voice of hers that still had the ability to send tingles down Lynn's spine. "What...How...?" Lynn was still speechless. "Well, it's not like I did this on purpose and don't worry, I had no way of finding out where you lived, even though God knows I tried." A bit of bitterness crept into her voice. "Ricky, I'm sorry," was all Lynn could say before her throat closed up again. "I looked for you, you know, a lot. I didn't even have a last name, much less anything else to go by. It took me a while until I gave up, but my heart wouldn't let up. It kept breaking more each day until I thought I wouldn't be able to stay up on my feet. My life began disintegrating in front of my eyes, and I didn't even care." Ricky looked down at the ground, unable to capture Lynn's gaze. She shuffled her feet and continued, "I know it's weird and that I've probably freaked you out by now, but you changed my life that night. Up to that moment, when I met you, I didn't even know what happiness meant. When you drove out of my life, you left this huge hole that only you can fill." She chuckled dryly for a moment and said, "Look at me, standing here on your front lawn gushing like an idiot. I blame you for this, you know, you reduced me to this sappy, mushy, romantic kind of person that I used to hate and scorn at." She poked Lynn jokingly in the chest. Lynn captured the poking finger in the palm of her hand and squeezed her fist around it tightly. "I can't believe you're here. I haven't been the same since then either. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. But, what are you doing here? How did you find me?" Ricky shrugged. "I didn't come here with the intention of finding you. That damn car I own broke down again right outside this town and I started walking in search of a garage or something, when I saw you. Do you see a certain pattern here? My legs were trembling so hard I was sure I would fall flat on my face when I got near you." Lynn smiled, "Your car? Again? What a coincidence." Ricky shook her head, "No, I don't believe in coincidences." She leaned down and captured the sweetest lips she had ever tasted and would forever taste again and again. _The End_

*Note: I am not connected to Aliens, AVP, or Marvel Comics.* Harriet Rosamund Griffith was lying in her bed. She was thinking about Henry, her boyfriend. Well, her ex-boyfriend. They had just broken up. "Just" as in "The door slammed as Henry left her apartment". The door slammed as Henry left her apartment. Harriet was seething with anger. She had given him the best sex ever, by his own admission! How dare he cheat on her!? If she had a knife at hand she would have gone to the window and flung it at Henry's back. Not that it would have hit him. The only way that would happen was if she aimed somewhere else. If she aimed it at him, it was more likely to bounce right back in her face than to hit him. Harriet began to cry as she cursed Henry's big penis. She hoped whatever bitch he hooked up with next treated him like he had treated her. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was the last time they had had sex, and hating herself for having enjoyed it. As he stomped down the steps outside Harriet's porch, Henry Peterson Lovett began thinking about what to do. His parents had told him he was too old to be living at home at 34 years old. For the past 5 years he and Harriet had been great for each other. Well, at least he thought so. So what if he had been fucking some other bitch? Wasn't it enough for her to know it was best with her? Stupid bitch... He checked his wallet, counting the bills he had managed to steal from Harriet. One, two, three hundred dollars exactly. He had about 20 dollars of his own, but even $320 wouldn't get him shit, much less an apartment. He sighed and thought about whether Harriet would take him back if he apologized. "I mean, it's only our second break-up..." he thought to himself. He was about to turn back when he heard a whistling sound coming from somewhere above him. The next thing he knew the ground shook before he was blown several yards forward, before he lost consciousness. Harriet woke up as the entire building shook. What the fuck was that?! She ran over to the window, expecting to see Henry and getting ready to scream some more at him. "That bastard wants to come back, I'll bet" she muttered. She looked out and saw Henry fifty feet away from the center of a smoking hole in front of the building. What the hell had happened? As soon as the meteorite had stopped sliding across the grass, the symbiote oozed out, making its way instinctively towards what happened to be Harriet's apartment. What had happened? Should she go out and see if Henry was alright? And what was that dark thing oozing out of--whatthefuckit'smoving! As Harriet gasped the symbiote sensed her astonishment and fear. Immediately it took stock of its surroundings and turned green, blending into the grass. Where had it gone? Harriet could have sworn she had seen something...but then again she had literally just broken up. But there was definitely a rock from space setting fire to the yard, and she knew the rent would go up as a result. She didn't want to risk any more shit, not that she expected closing the window was going to stop whatever might or might not be out there. "Please don't let Tribbles be real" she said to nobody in particular. She had a soft spot for animals, and she knew that she would be unable to abandon such a helpless creature. She also knew what Tribbles do most of the time. As she closed the window, the symbiote, which had quickly climbed up the building, reached her floor and slipped inside, dropping to the carpet. Henry opened his eyes, trying to ignore the ringing in his ears. What hit him? He looked back to see the grass on fire...or something. As far as he knew, grass doesn't burn purple. He looked up to see Harriet's back before she walked away from the window. Harriet stood at the window until Henry began to move. As he stood up, she saw that he seemed to be fine. No blood at least. As far as she was concerned, he was no concern of hers now that she was sure he was safe. She turned and walked into the living room of her apartment. When the symbiote had hit the floor, it had also changed color to match it. It didn't like sudden drops: it couldn't blend in with its environment if it wasn't touching anything. It made it visible, vulnerable. Luckily, the biped at the window had not seen it since it had been busy watching something outside. Now it was pacing around, doing nothing in particular. The symbiote decided it was as good an opportunity as ever, so it began to emit strong pheromones into the air. Harriet had just begun to calm down again when she noticed...something. All of a sudden she had a strong urge to fuck something. It didn't matter who or what, all that mattered was that she fuck something good and hard. She reached down and began rubbing her fingers up and down her clit. Almost immediately she began to grow wet. That was weird, but she didn't care. All she cared about was taking the big purple penis in front of her and sticking it-"big purple penis!?" she s reamed in her head. She yelped and fell backwards on the floor as the...thing...began to melt back into a puddle before it oozed towards her faster than she had imagined it could. The symbiote soon reached its destination: Harriet's pussy. As it climbed up inside, it pumped pheromones into her which kept her from being alarmed, and hence kept her from screaming. It made itself comfortable in her vagina before millions of tiny hooks emerged and fastened themselves to the sensitive tissues. "Oh my God, this feels great!" Harriet said. Why wasn't she screaming it? She didn't get the opportunity to think about it because a violet tentacle popped out of her sex and began rubbing itself against her. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out but an ecstatic gasp. The tentacle was then joined by another two, which reached up from between her legs to curl themselves around Harriet's breasts, squeezing them as she began to moan with pleasure. The pressure on her breasts was slowly increasing as a violet fluid began to trickle down from the tips. The tips of the tentacles or of her tits? She couldn't concentrate long enough to tell, but she didn't really care either. All that mattered was the intense feeling of ecstasy she was experiencing, infinitely better than anything Henry had incited. The tentacle that had been rubbing itself against Harriet's sex now stopped doing so and began instead to extend until it was as long as her legs before retreating inside again, then growing, faster and faster every time. Harriet shrieked with pleasure as the tentacle's speed soon surpassed that of even the most vigorous man. All the while, however, she couldn't cum. It had been several minutes since she was supposed to cum, if the high was anything to go by. It was to her surprise, therefore, that the tentacles around her breasts each split into two, the newest ones climbing up between her tits and over her shoulders before joining together behind her neck. This new tentacle followed her spine down to her crack. As it grew she felt more of those tiny hooks latch on to the ridge down her back. Henry wondered what Harriet was doing. She had been screaming for a full fifteen minutes now and while there was no way it could be from sex-how could she have found a new guy that fast?-he was pretty sure she wasn't being attacked either. So he was wondering what to do... As the tentacle on Harriet's back began to ripple ever so slightly, sending a thrill of pleasure down her. the end of it plunged into her anus. She was pleasantly surprised to find that, for some reason, it just felt like another clit. This was great, but NOT normal. Harriet began to grow concerned, but about what, she couldn't say. Should she call somebody? Why would she want to? This was probably dangerous, wasn't it? What made her think that? Of course this wasn't dangerous. Why was she contradicting herself constantly? Henry would have said that--HENRY. He was a man. Which meant he had a dick. But he was a jerk! So what? She somehow made up her mind to find him again and get him inside her. Her decision...or somebody's decision...made, Harriet suddenly realized the...thing was no longer inside her. WTF? The symbiote had decided this...female...was too flighty and emotional. It needed a host that was made of sterner stuff. So it had seeped out of her pussy and oozed across the floor, under the door, down the hall, and so on until it got outside. Finally...What it had learned by rummaging around in the woman's head told it that even if she herself was insufficient, there were certainly more appropriate beings in the world. Especially prominent seemed to be a place called "Spain"... ...And so off it went to the beach, where it slipped into the water, bonded to a fish, and gradually fish-hopped its way to Spain. One cuttlefish had the fortune to experience sex without losing its penis, and angler fish were pretty kinky, but otherwise the sea was pretty sexually uninteresting. Meanwhile, Harriet and Henry had quickly made up and were now fucking in a hotel pool. NEXT...ANOTHER ALIEN LANDS ON EARTH I arrived to the apartment miserable, throwing my briefcase down by the door. As any administrator, I brought my work and my problems home. I was thirty-eight and my career was succeeding but taking a toll on my nerves. The only positive thing happening was my lover, Tessa. After meeting her six months ago at a party, we fell instantly in love and decided to move in together. For me, she was a real catch. She was tomboyish at six feet tall with a muscular build. Her skin was dark and she had long black hair that fell to almost to her butt. She was ten years younger than me and had different ambitions. She worked in shipping at the same hospital where I worked but she left her job at four and still had a life. Despite her age, Tessa was the more dominant. She insisted I dress nicely every day, often choosing my lingerie, jewelry and perfume. She liked me to look like a real lady although she herself wore just blue jeans and a shirt to work. I had to take special care to wear the right makeup and wear the right earrings. None of the clothes she bought me were sexy, but always prim and proper. She was also the one to initiate our lovemaking and often I just followed along. I guess I was attracted to her sense of power and freedom. I slumped my tired body on the sofa after throwing the jacket to my dress suit aside. Sitting there in my pink knee-length skirt, satin blouse and long necklace I must have looked forlorn. Tessa heard me come and brought me a glass of wine and gave me a small kiss. She saw my state and left, making me feel like a real turn off. Moments later, though, she reappeared and my eyes almost popped out. She'd taken off her tee shirt and bra and jeans. All she wore was a white pair of cotton panties and a large black harness with a long black thick dildo. She winked at me as she closed the drapes and lit some candles. The harness fitted snuggly around her waist and a black strap ran between her legs. Her breasts were much smaller than mine but bounced nicely when she walked. The dildo waddled in front of her. She was showing off knowing I liked her sexy walk whenever she wore the dong. It seems her feminine body with its long legs and contoured stomach was made to wear such a long dong. The dildo was a new one we'd hadn't tried yet. It was longer than normal and much thicker. It had a large bulbous head that I'd never had inside me before. Without saying a word, Tessa set her own glass of wine down before she knelt in front of me. She had me move my ass closer to the edge of the sofa and spread my legs. She kissed my neck and my chest as she slithered her way down to my thighs. Pushing my pink skirt up toward my tummy in a rumple, she exposed my white garter belt and light stockings. Continuing her teasing, Tessa kissed my inner thighs around my stockings bands and then fluttered some small pecks over the crotch of my panties. "You masturbated today, didn't you Terri?" she asked with a coy smile. "I can see the stain on your panties and I know the smell of your sex." I felt embarrassed but I admitted that during my lunch break I locked the office door and fingered myself. I felt silly when I sat in my office with my hands in my panties. I would rub myself into a small ecstasy and relieve some of the stress I was feeling. That morning, Tessa laid out a pair of satin panties for me to wear. I had cum well at work and let a large wet patch formed over the fabric. I didn't have a spare pair to change into. The act had been completely spontaneous. Besides, I like the feel of satin against my pussy and I spent time pushing the panties into my pussy. But her remark about my masturbation made me feel like a school girl getting caught. "You know I liked it when you tell me when you masturbate," Tessa added quietly as she still softly kissed the gusset of my panties and I felt her wet tongue follow my bikini line. Her nose pushed itself through my panties into my slit drinking in the scent of my sex. "You don't need to be jealous Tessa," I murmured, "I thought of you all the time." I told her I masturbated to my memory of her wearing a dildo in a shower we'd taken together and how good it felt to have sex while we washed. Tessa pulled the crotch of my panties aside and began to kiss and lick my small mound of pubic hair. She shaved me once a week, leaving a hairy bush on top of my vulva. She licked the hair with abandonment until it was slick and wet. Her long dark hair flowed onto my legs and their gentle feathery touch sent rays of anticipated pleasure to every part of my body. Tessa's tongue lightly traced a line around my labial lips and I felt her hot breath between my legs. When my lips were wet enough, she took them into her mouth and sucked them ever so softly. She only stopped to whisper instructions. I unbuttoned my blouse completely and uncapped my breasts, letting them hang over my bra. In turn, I brought each nipple to my mouth and sucked, hardening the nipples. It wasn't long before I felt my love canal secrete its wetness. Tessa's tongue had entered me and perked my clitoris out of its hood. She teased it with her nose and tongue until it was large and edible. Her own lipstick had smudged with my wetness and I felt the first stream of nectar work its way toward my asshole. "You're horny, aren't you girl?" Tessa teased me. "Just don't stop," I replied. When the clit was fully exposed, Tessa lightly slapped my entire vulva causing me to contract my ass and moan. This was the first sign that pleasure was on its way. I began to breathe hard. She continued the light slapping enjoying how my labial lips swelled and turned from pink to red. I wanted to close my legs every time she slapped but she knelt between my open legs. My cunt was wet and each slap left a little sting that I liked. Tessa liked my squirming and it pleasured her more. There always came a point when Tessa took control of my sexual response and I let it happen. As I was sinking off into my own pleasurable daydream, Tessa stood up and knelt between my legs pressing the large bulbous head of the dildo against the door of my cunt. There was enough wetness for it to slide in easily and it did. I knew she would leave my panties on causing the dong to press against my lips even more. "Ohhh!" I cried as the big head opened my cunt and I felt its thickness begin to fill my love passage. Tessa brought the dildo into me slowly, with a steady grip on the dong. She handled a dong well and I didn't have to worry about being hurt. Tessa liked looking at the way I tensed my face as she eased the entire dildo right up my hilt. When the large phallic was in, Tessa brought it out just as slowly and started a rocking motion. I knew she would be staring at my cunt, looking at how the large phallic made my labial lips red and puffy. She liked the way the dildo pushed the lips apart creating that nice big "O." There was something so exciting when another woman aroused herself with my sex. I liked the way my slit reacted to her touches and the way she enjoyed herself. As usual, Tessa had found the right angle to thrust the dong into my cunt and have the rubbery shaft tickle my clit. "Oh Tessa, I can't wait," I muttered quietly, to her, to myself. Straightening her back and placing her hands over my fingers that were still playing with my nipples, Tessa stopped her thrusting but left the dildo in me. She knew that would drive me crazy. "Tell me about your stress, Terri?' she asked with concern. "Did someone piss you off at work?" Tessa was not playing. She wanted a serious answer. She loved to put me into these situations and let my sexual excitement grow inside while bringing me back to reality. My nipples were rock hard and my orgasm was near to bursting but I had no choice but to play along. Tessa handed me my glass of wine and I sipped it as I told her of some of my problems. As we talked I reached out and caressed her smaller breasts. The nipples and aureoles were much smaller than mine but they'd grown hard too. I liked the way she stood over me and took control. Her muscular build really turned me on and I wanted to suck her nipples as hard as I could. At a certain moment, because of her building orgasm, Tessa changed tempo again. "I think this cock is long enough to reach your cervix, isn't it?" she asked with a coy smile. "I'd like to start ramming it because I'm nice and horny." I put my wine down and slid further down on the sofa so she would have easy access to pound her hips into my loins. Tessa knew that her dirty talked drove me crazy. Only recently had we experimented with long dildos and this one felt fantastic. Its large head filled my cunt and I sucked it into me the best I could. Tessa brought the dildo into me and pushed as far as it would go. I moaned feeling the fullness of the dong inside me. I felt the cool leather harness against my thighs. The shaft of the dong was thick and corrugated so it tickled my lips and inner tissues, especially my swollen clit. I reached for my clit as Tessa started to thrust into me deeply. She grabbed the waistband of my skirt to steady herself and pull my hips into hers. My breasts began to wobble and I felt this building sense of lust about explode in me. I felt very smutty at the moment. My nice clothes were a mess and my forehead was sweating. My breasts hung lose and flopped with every thrust Tessa made on my loins. The smell of sex filled the room and I could feel my wetness in my ass. I didn't look like the prim and proper professional woman who'd walked in the door moments ago. "Ok Terri, cum now you old horny bitch, cum now!" Tessa said with a gruff voice as she rammed our hips even harder. I didn't have to be told. I closed my eyes and felt the dong inside me as it teased my clit. Tessa's ramming felt so good and I let myself go. The orgasm built up quickly and I exploded, giving out a long line of little "he, he, he, …" as waves of pleasure radiated from my cunt to the very tips of my toes. My eyes were shut as I quaked and felt the orgasm wash away my stress. "Take it all, you bitch," Tessa called out as her own orgasm was growing. She had fastened the harness to her body tightly. The dong also rubbed up against her cunt and massaged her own clit into a frenzy. At first I didn't move so Tessa slapped me hard several times on the band of my stockings. The stings were sharp as I felt the heat through the nylon. There were more slaps before I lifted my hips off the sofa driving the dong deeper into me. I enjoyed obeying a younger woman's commands in the heat of sex. More spasms of pleasure stiffened my ass and legs as Tessa stared at my large shaking breasts. Each tit was stiff and hard and I couldn't keep my fingers from pinching them and sending more waves of lust into my body. Soon I felt Tessa's body against mine and her tongue filled my mouth. As was our custom, she liked me to suck her tongue as she came. My hands pressed against her clammy back and brought her close to me. Our breasts were touching now. My large nipples and her smaller tits banged each other causing more electrifying sensations. Tessa knew how to draw out our orgasms but even she had limits. I heard her grunt and moan loudly. My mouth sucked in as much of her tongue as I could. Tessa left the dong in me as the orgasms faded and we were left in a pleasant calmness. We both reclined on the sofa and talked some more. Tessa wiggled the dong inside me and I basked in the fullness between my legs. Every time she moved, I felt a deep sucking sensation in my cunt. Finally, she pulled the dong out and we lay silently together, the stress of the day finally gone. For my pleasure, she wore the dong the rest of the evening, walking freely around the apartment, keeping my mind on happier things than my work. (This story is part of the **[Amorous Goods, A Lit Anthology Series](https://www.literotica.com/s/coming-soon-amorous-goods-a-lit- anthology-series)**.) _Prologue:_ A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods. ********* I saw the guitar in the window and something drew me to it. I've walked down Main Street in our town a hundred times and I'd never noticed the store before, so I went in to check it out. There were all sorts of trinkets and old used goods laying around, but that guitar called to me. There wasn't anything special about it, it was old, clearly used, and looked like it's best days were long past. "Hi," said the shopkeeper. "Go ahead and check it out." "Thanks," I said as I took the guitar off of its stand. "Can you tell me anything about it?" "Not really," She answered. "As you can see it's old, and the name has long worn off of it so I can't even tell you what brand it is." I strummed the strings and was surprised that it was in tune. I played around with it, and I knew that I had to have it. The tone was so deep and rich. The nylon strings sounded new and soundhole picked up every nuance from their vibration. "How much do you want for it?" "$200." I didn't balk at the price. Knowing guitars as I do, it sounded amazing and was a bargain at that price. "Sold," I said handing her my credit card. "There's a case for it in the back. Let me grab it for you." I played it some more, while she was gone and when she came back she said, "You play beautifully. It's like it was made for your hands." "Thank you. It's really playable. Say, how long have you been here? I've never noticed your shop before today." "A couple of weeks. I inherited all of this stuff and I have nowhere to keep it all. Being a shop owner isn't exactly what I want to do with my life, but it is what it is." "Well, thank you, and good luck." ********** When I got home, my wife saw what I bought and shook her head. "Not another guitar, Randy." "It was a steal, Dee. I couldn't pass it up." "Yeah, yeah. Dinner will be ready in an hour." I kissed her cheek and went to my den, or as I call it my music room. She's never been happy with my collection of guitars. She thinks it's a waste of money to have more than one, but I've only got ten. I sat on my stool and started playing it. I don't know what caused me to play it, but I played the devil's triad. It was used as the riff in the song "Black Sabbath," by Black Sabbath. It sounded incredible. Out of nowhere, my wife walked into the room and started taking off her clothes. "I want you, now!" She demanded. Who was I to turn her down? She dragged me to the bedroom and roughly stripped off my clothes. Once I was naked she pushed me onto the bed and straddled my hips. She wasted no time lowering herself onto my hard shaft and rode me like a banshee. Her eyes were rolled back as she bucked and slammed down onto me. "Yes! Yes! She screamed as her body tensed from her orgasm. The moment it ended, she climbed off of me and walked out of the room. "What the fuck?" I said to myself. "Hey, I didn't cum, I shouted out to her. Hearing no response, I walked out of the room, my hard dick leading the way. She was dressed and in the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove. "Hey!" I said. "Forget something?" She looked at me like I had two heads and said, "Quit playing around, Randy. Dinner will be ready soon." "Playing around? You left me high and dry. Aren't you gonna finish the job?" "Go get dressed," she said. "If I'm in the mood later, we can go to bed early." What in the fuck was she playing at? I left the kitchen annoyed, got dressed, and went back to playing with my new purchase. I was running some chords and scales and playing flamenco style when I had the urge to play the devil's triad again. G, then D, finished with D flat. It was mere seconds when she burst into the room again. Her eyes were glazed over and looked black instead of their usual blue. "I want you, now!" She demanded again. I barely had a chance to set the guitar down, before she dragged me into the bedroom again. Well, I certainly was going to finish that time, so I didn't let her ride me. I rolled her over and took her doggie style. Slamming into her for a few minutes, I felt her squeeze my cock. Knowing she was close, I doubled my efforts. I pounded into her hard and fast and was able to shoot my load as she had her own orgasm. She wiggled out from underneath me and walked out of the room again, without saying a word. "Jesus, that's fucking strange," I thought as I dressed. I wondered what was happening, so I went back into the kitchen. She was on the phone like nothing happened as she talked and stirred the chili. She ended the call and said, "Randy, my mom is gonna stop by for dinner. You know how she loves my chili. I hope that's okay." "Uh, yeah sure," I said, still lost as to what the fuck was happening to my wife. ********* Nothing strange happened before her mom showed up and then we had a nice dinner. They got into talking about whatever mothers and daughters talk about and I excused myself to play with my guitar again. I noodled around for a bit and then had the compulsion to play the devil's triad again. I played the notes and within seconds, both my wife and my mother-in-law burst into the room, both shedding clothes. In unison, they both said, "I want you, now!" Oh, fuck! Hi. I'm a tour guide. No... Well, that's my part-time job. My main job involves taking well-dressed stiffs on their last ride before they end up 6 under. It's like taxi driving; only difference is the customer doesn't complain about your driving. Too bad they don't tip though. You see, thanks to my job I get to see cemeteries a lot. So, to make a buck when the dirty old men aren't dying of Viagra overdoses, I give tourists tours of the final resting places of the rich and famous. Oh, it's a fun job. You get to see the silly people photographing gravestones like they were stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Once in a while one of them gets a ghost in the photo. Well, they think they did... Of course, that's not the whole truth yet. You see, this might be a rich neighbourhood I work in, but it's not exactly a great tourist trap. And no thanks to modern medical science, I don't quite get enough passengers in my backseat to pay my bills. So... for a suitable fee, I give special tours to those with special "needs"... Wherever rich kids with more money and time than sense are to be found, you can be sure there's a few of them with a fantasy that's not quite normal. Well, it's fine by me; everything's just a business. Not that I personally enjoy digging up the dead, but hey - if it pays the bills. Anyway, on to the real story. You see, this kid got wind from some unscrupulous ex-customer of mine that I know the graveyard real well. So he kind of made me a proposition; I had to tell him when a cute chick is riding with my black car. I assume he'd done every living female under 30 in the area and was getting bored, so he wanted to try his hand at a real cold bitch. You can't say I didn't try to talk him out of it though... "You sure you want this?" "Hell, it's cool, right?" "Mmm... you've never seen a corpse after the rigor mortis has set in son?" "Dude, I don't drive dead people around like you do." "Shush, I went to med school... just never finished it. Dead girls... well, they're cold, and they're all tensed up, and generally they smell worse than your prick after anal sex." "That's why you're gonna find me a fresh one, man!" I sensed at that point there was no talking the guy out of it. "I can show you one... no promises, since I don't know when one's gonna kick the bucket... but you're gonna dig her up buddy." "Heh, you'll at least help out right? I *am* paying you big money for this." "Oh well, sure. I'll drop you a line sometime." And so some time passed, and I did my usual rounds of driving 90-year old millionaires and Japanese tourists around the stone garden. Ah, but then where would the fun be if I didn't have to make the phone call? "Yo." "It's you, old dude! I thought you might've joined some of your passengers, man! You didn't call..." "Well, I don't think you'd have been interested in some of my recent passengers... those old guys look like dried-up mummies... But yeah, back to the point, there's a nice one coming in tomorrow morning. Supposed to be a sweet young thing... died of a heart attack for some reason, so she's still all pretty and everything. You wanna do it?" "Ooh, sounds like a good deal old man. You gonna meet me tomorrow night at the gate?" "Yeah, and bring a spade. And put on some perfume. You don't want to go home smelling like a dead guy." He turned up on time, dressed rather inconspicuously for a rich kid. I guess he wasn't all teenage maniac; the guy had sense to put on some clothes that would make him hard to recognise. And he looked pretty strong. I drove him to a newly covered grave, the soil still damper than the rest around it. We spent around 2 hours digging up the coffin. The soft earth certainly helped. We opened the coffin carefully, and wow, my young companion was impressed. The girl certainly hadn't been dead for more than two days, and her skin shone like a pearl in the moonlight. I led the way to an empty catacomb nearby as the young necrophiliac wannabe carried her over his shoulder. "Dude, you sure she's dead? She looks better than most of the girls I've slept with!" "Err... I don't know whether to doubt your nose or your taste, young man..." "Oh well, my good luck. You weren't lying, she's one looker. She's still all nice and soft too... what happened to that rigor stuff you were talking about?" I muttered something about looking out for the gravestones and opened the door to the little stone room. Conveniently, there was a stone pedestal in the middle of it that looked like some other perverts might've attempted some demonic rituals on it, but it would serve well for our purposes. My young friend lay down his cargo and started examining her. She looked young, like a college freshman, and she had the kind of womanly curves better appreciated during the impressionist times. The young guy seemed to like her though; he was touching her gently, drawing his smooth young hands over her limp body. "You sure treat her with a lot of respect. I'm impressed." "Heh, I'll have you know I'd never mistreat a woman, dead or alive... Brr... she *is* cold. That part you got right." "Heh, I wouldn't really recommend that you do her naked, given how cold it is..." "Good point. Anyway, are you going to watch or what?" "Well... if you're shy, I can go outside..." "Heh, no problem dude... it's not like she minds either." I leaned back against a wall and nodded, my head seemingly pointing at the floor, but yeah, I was watching alright. Call it morbid curiosity. Must be one of the bad habits I picked up from all the time I spent in the morgue during med school. The guy was caressing the corpse like she was a real girl, tenderly massaging her somehow still-firm breasts. Eventually, he seemed to have enough though, and he pulled his fly open. "Want a condom?" "Hmm... not really. It's not like she's gonna end up pregnant, y'know..." "Well, I can tell you she's not wet and it might hurt... and I'm pretty sure you don't want to get embalming fluid on your cock..." The young guy bent down and sniffed her between the legs. "Embalming fluid don't smell like this, dude... weird... but yeah, thanks but no thanks." I leaned back onto my spot on the wall and looked on. The guy didn't look all that impressive, but from all the technique I'd seen so far, it was clear that if he was a ladies' man, it was because the ladies enjoyed him greatly. He put it in and started pumping against her, slowly. There was little light, coming mostly from a lantern I had brought along, but I could see he was enjoying himself... not really in the perverted way I had imagined, but like he would with any other girl. Maybe the guy really was just curious. I looked on; and drank in the details. Her body was moving in unison with his, rocking on the cold stone, and there was sweat on her. Wait... that doesn't look like his sweat. And she seems to be moving a little too in time with him. The pieces of the puzzle clicked in my mind, but the first thought that came up was "Oh damn, I'm gonna be too late..." I braced myself as the guy started moaning. "OH YES BABY GIVE IT TO ME!" The poor guy must've gotten a real shock, because he was making some weird noise, as if he couldn't make up if he was trying to scream or trying to moan in pleasure. The girl's arms were around his back, and she was pumping her hips right back at him. It was too late though, the guy fell backwards, consumed by his orgasm, and presumably fainted. "Damn you Jen, do you *always* have to do that? It's hard enough to find guys who want to do this, let alone one as nice as this." Jen was pouting sexily at me. "You know, when a woman's feeling that way when a man makes her feel good, her brain stops working for a while..." I saw that look in her eyes... that naughty naughty look. "Come here baby... he made me all horny and now I just need more..." "You're paying double the usual price. Hopefully I won't have to dig TWO holes tonight." "Aww... well, anything for my nice Frank. Now get over here and stick it in me." "What I wouldn't give to die rich and end up like you, Jen." "Flattery will get you everywhere," she cooed as she dragged me over, put me on the pedestal, and proceeded to make sweet love to me. You couldn't exactly say I resisted. She might be "dead", but hell, she's a lot nicer than most living women I work with. You know, what they say isn't the whole truth. Dead girls don't say no. They say, "Give it to me baby!"

[19:17] *JosekiKo looks around the ship he bought this morning thinking this ought to be interesting* [19:17] *CrimsonFW holds onto the rail blanching slightly as She feels the floor move beneath Her feet.* [19:18] turnipTPS: good evening beautiful Mistress, she offers warm greetings [19:18] JosekiKo: Thanks turnip [19:18] CrimsonFW: greetings turnip. [19:19] *turnipTPS reaches up and unties the ribbon of one of her pigtails, watching the wind grab it, she holds on end between her tiny thumb and index finger, watching it dance upon the breeze* [19:19] *lolliTPS slips from the kennels, catching sight of her sister turnip move ahead of her with the fur wrapped around her and with the goosebumps flushing her skin she followed suit, slipping one around her, the hairs tickling her body as she followed in the other girl's wake, golden piggytails spilling in spirals, a shiver running down her spine as she lowers to crawl under the half door and then rise once more, walking out toward the warf, the winds* [19:21] *lolliTPS buffetting her skin, keeping her lashes lowered she followed suit, stepping up the plank after reaching the warf onto the ship, the movement of the vessel stirring the first hesitant smile from the beast before it disappeared, greeting the Two softly -c* [19:21] lolliTPS: Greetings on this windswept evening [19:22] *JosekiKo chuckles* [19:22] JosekiKo: Greetings lolli [19:22] CrimsonFW: greetings lolli. [19:22] turnipTPS: greetings sweet sister [19:22] *lolliTPS the girl drawn magenitized to the side of the ship, over looking the side, the beat of the waves upon the warf, reflected in the downcast hazel pools, feeling that sensation in her very core... buffeted against the tides...* [19:25] *lolliTPS feels the spray drawing moisture up and against her legs, a tremble sliding over her figure, piggy tails spiraling and whipping in the winds, fingers hold the railing and the girl bent, resting her weight against it, just watching... * [19:28] *CrimsonFW looks down off the side of the boat and blanches, Her stomach heaving again and walks to the center away from seeing the waves, hoping that helps.* [19:28] *JosekiKo starts to sway back in forth in front of Crim* [19:29] *CrimsonFW gags, looking to Jo and throws Her hands up to Her mouth trying to keep everything from rising.* [19:29] *JosekiKo beats a hasty retreat* [19:29] *lolliTPS watches the steady flow of waves beat against the rocks, feeling the sway of the ship, lulled by it, the white foam beating against the side of the ship and occationally spraying across bare calves, the fur wrapped around her begging to take the smell of the salty sea, captivated...* [19:32] *JosekiKo waves the overseer out and explaining a few things to him sets the slaves to measuring and reproducing the ship from the set of blueprints in the Captains cabin* [19:33] *JosekiKo chuckles when the overseer points out the there is also a set of plans for a Ram Ship* [19:37] *CrimsonFW blanches again on the boat, and runs off yelling...* [19:39] turnipTPS: You need a hooked bill gort [19:39] JosekiKo: a what? [19:40] turnipTPS: a hooked bill gort or a yellow gim [19:40] *lolliTPS the noise buffeted the ears of Tthose nearby, the great skeletons of the ships to come like the death of great water sleens in the throws of decay, each riblet arched to the sky, a vision of something to come. the Male from the Caste of Builders approached, the blue prints spread by a willing slave of His collar, a tapping of a stick showing its holdings, its benefits, its storage, and its capactity for wealth. His words were carried by -c* [19:40] turnipTPS: preferably, the yellow gim, its a parrot like tropical bird [19:40] JosekiKo: lol [19:40] JosekiKo: ahh [19:41] turnipTPS: the gort will eat stowaway urts [19:41] turnipTPS: but the yellow gim, will carry on a conversation with you [19:42] JosekiKo: ahh [19:42] *lolliTPS the winds, His tunic snapping slightly, as He pointed out first the benefits of the two planned roundships... and then showed the two ramships, that steely gleam in His eye. He knew His worth and the wealth of His design, they would be fine vessels all, and well worth His price...* [19:42] *lolliTPS went back to water gazing.* 08:57] *CrimsonFW looks out the window, raising the mug to Her lips. Breathing deeply of the aroma before lifting it to Her lips and taking a sip, watching the thralls and workers on the wharf working on the ship. Her eyebrows raise as She hears the overseer direct the others about using not so couth words.* [09:43] *JosekiKo comes to the door and looks out checking on the prgogress of the ships noting that a fair amount of work is being done as the basic outlines are in and the different floors have been set. He sees another group off working on the rudders and nodding in satisfaction saunters back to the polish the bar* [12:35] *JosekiKo chuckles and standing up heads over to the doos to see that the thralls are doing a great job and have started fitting the sides of the ships into place piece by piece* JosekiKo steps to the door and looks out at his hundred thralls the builder and the overseer as they finish the sides of the ships and start checking the seams again bluberiTPS watches as they all whistling as they work for they are proud to building it for the Great Master JosekiKo, all doing their part in making sure all the seams are intacked, all the thralls look up as they listen to the builder shouting out commands " Get more wood build the plank, add more caulking to the seems, get to work" bluberiTPS laughs as all the thralls runs quickly as they know they'll soon be beaten for being too slow [16:48] *JosekiKo steps onto the roundship the builder and thralls are using as a constuctionn aid. He sets up a little comfy spot on the ship with a clear view of the shipyards across the wharf. He sits there sipping ramberry juice and watching the ship construction gojng on. It seems the builder and the thralls have made impressive progress in the time hes been gone the keels are laid and the builder is sure they are watertight.* [16:53] *Venna Stands on the prow of the Black Sea Sleen, laughs and waves* [16:53] *JosekiKo chuckles eeing his Favorite supplier* [16:53] JosekiKo: Tal Venna [16:54] *Venna passes by Tal Joseki, cant stop* [16:54] *Venna waves* [16:54] JosekiKo: Just checking in on your thralls eh? [16:55] *JosekiKo chuckles* [16:55] *JosekiKo waves as she continues on down the Vosk river* [17:00] *JosekiKo watches the thralls finish all 6 of the giant rudders four for the round ships and two for the Ram Ships. He notes that it taked the better part of thirty thralls to lift each rudder as it is done and stack it agains the building fofr later use. As one rudder after another is sanded to a fine finish he wonders about the intention to detail and sends a runner over to question the shipwright who was hired as a consultant by the builder. [15:26] katASPrs: kat used to know a song that was sung on ships when in dock [15:26] *JosekiKo listes* [15:27] JosekiKo: listens [15:28] *katASPrs puts on her very bestest singing voice* [15:28] *JosekiKo grins and goes quiet* [15:28] katASPrs: Not only warm but clad in silks, With a collar of steel or brass, And all he wants in return from you, Is the occassional piece of ass. And when a Warrior's life does end, To the Cities of Dust he will go. [15:29] katASPrs: And the god of Ships will check the scrolls, To see what he might owe."You're all paid up, No sins I see, But what's this in your saga? You like a bit of tits and ass, Along with your bowl of paga 5:35] *katASPrs ponders how to serve on a ship for just an ihn before rising to her full height, shimmering mane of tousselled curls tumbling down slender back, bare feet trying to keep balance on the rocking ship as she glidessss ever so gracefully to the handsome Master, melting to rounded knees, sunkissed thighs parting sinfully wide as lil tush comes to rest on upturned heels, soft lyrical voice rises in offering* [15:36] katASPrs: may this sweet innocent slavetype be of service to You Master? [15:41] *JosekiKo puts a hand to a piggy tail and pulls on it moving her around looks for the seet innocent slave again* [15:41] JosekiKo: Sweet even [15:42] JosekiKo: Ok brat i mean kat [15:42] *katASPrs whimpers softly as He tuges on her silken piggy tail* [15:42] *JosekiKo grins* [15:42] *katASPrs grinsssss thinking sheeshh dyslexic Master* [15:42] JosekiKo: I'd like some mead but i'll take some juice [15:43] katASPrs: yes Master!! will be kat's pleasure to serve You some juice! [15:43] *JosekiKo chuckles* [15:43] JosekiKo: Thanks hun [15:46] *katASPrs peeks up to His broken arm and bunged up knee, grinning softly as she rises with as much feline grace as she can muster on the rocking ship, taking 3 slavepaces back before pivoting on dancers toes, long golden piggy tails cascading over creamy shoulders tickling ivory flesh, trying very hard to get her sea legs as she dances across the deck towards the Pink Sleen Tavern, tugging on the door feeling it's resistance* [15:48] *JosekiKo looks up from the charts and grins as he sees the girl tugging futiley at the door* [15:48] *katASPrs scratches her head for just a moment, turning back to wink at the sailors, peeking down below the door to see the small space thinking no way will her tush fit under there, ponders her dilemma* [15:49] *katASPrs small hand bangsss on the door yelling "let kat in she has a thirsty Master on her hands" putting her ear to the door in an attempt to hear any movement* [15:50] Imanja has entered the room. [15:51] *Imanja comes to the door of the tavern opening it up, blurry eyed and wonder what in the hell, looks down seeing kat* [15:51] Imanja: sheesh kat I was napping [15:51] *Imanja leaves the door open for the girl and goes back to Her room* [15:51] Imanja has left the room. [15:52] *katASPrs eyes widen as she sees she has woken Mistress Imanja, thinking wow She gets grumpy when woken* [15:52] *JosekiKo chuckles thinking Ima's hair must have been messed up* [15:53] *katASPrs drops to her knees, wiggling her pert lil ass high in the air for the sailors enjoyment as she crawls stealthily into the Tavern* [15:55] *katASPrs seeing it empty jumps to bare feet, small hand playing with silken piggy tails as she weaves her way through the Tavern to the kitchen* [15:55] *JosekiKo grins watching the pert little bottom wriggle under the batwing door/* [15:57] *katASPrs sparkling sapphire eyes lifting to the shelves in search of the most perfect goblet, small hand pushing aside many, coral lips curling upwards in a delighted smile as she spies one she deems perfect, a round ship carved intricately into the golden goblet, tapered fingers curling around the stem to draw it down* [15:59] *katASPrs ken eyes narrow in search of even the tiniest of mar or imperfection, nay trusting eyes runs the rim thrice over creamy flesh of full rounded breast, rosy peaks puckering as they harden at the perfect kiss, soft whimper escaping ruby lips, picking up a clean cloth, well as clean as one can be on a ship full of Men, small hands work diligently to bring the goblet to a high lustre* [16:00] *katASPrs slaps her forehead as she peeks around remembering she is in the Tavern* [16:00] *JosekiKo's runner comes back from the shipwright and informs him that the rudders will be stacked until final assembly when the rope rigging will be put in and the heights matched.* [16:02] *katASPrs turning on ball of small foot, moves swiftly to the cooling room, tugging on the heavy door, cold blast of air sending bumps to glistening flesh as she steps inside, moving to the counter, delicate fingers curling around the jug of freshly squeezed ramberry juice to tilt, watching closely as the juice swirls to the rim before placing the jug down, bare feet prance out of the cooling room, soft sway to lush hip closing the door behind her* [16:04] *katASPrs deep blue eyes looking about for the cranky Mistress, she moves veryyyyy quietly through the Tavern so as not to wake Her again, slipping through the batwing doors, small hands cradling the goblet of juice as she glidess back along the plank, seeing the sailors looking over the sides at her thinking they have been at sea wayyy too long* [16:06] *JosekiKo grins seing her come out and his troops rally to watch her come across the wharf with hisjuice* [16:09] *katASPrs figures she will put on a show for the shipbound sailors, runs soft fingerpads tantalizingly slowly over silken flesh, one hand cupping around full rounded breast pushing it upwards, delicate fingers teasing the hardened nubs, seeing Master Joseki on deck and remembers she is trying to impress, clasps her hand quickly back to the goblet* [16:10] *JosekiKo chuckles as the sailors start crowding around the gangplank waiting for her to make it up to the top. Greedy fingers waiting to caress soft flesh* [16:10] *katASPrs winking to the sailors she continues her glide along the plank, soft sashay to rounded hips as she boards the deck, flaxen piggy tails blowing in the breeze as she moves quickly to Master, dodging the sailors hands trying to grasp at her needy flesh* [16:12] *katASPrs sliding to rounded knees before Him, silken thighs parting deliciously wide as firm lil bottom settles to soft heels, back arching delicately pushing pert breasts upwards, raises the goblet up over taut slavebelly to lay in deep swell of firm breasts, saying a silent prayer for His health and wellbeing, His ship and His crew, arms extending upwards as head bows, * [16:13] *JosekiKo grins at the slaves speed and agility as she defltly dodges the silors to kneel at his geet* [16:13] katASPrs: may this juice be as chilled as this slave hot Master she thanks You for allowing her to serve You [16:14] *JosekiKo pulls gently on a piggytail as he looks other girl noting her curves and enticements before taking the juice and sipping it* [16:15] JosekiKo: Thanks you pillow that was alot of effort and I'll be sure to tell Imanja that it was my fault you woke her up [18:24] *JosekiKo enters the Sleen intent upon seeing the progress of his ships. He stops and talks with the shipwright and gets progress report finding the rudders are finished and stacked and that the thralls are now working on the rigging for the masts. He notes that the single mast on each round ship is considerably higher than the two masts on each of the Ram ships. When he asks the builder informs him that the Ram ships are built more for agility [18:29] *niciASPws the girl felt the breeze drawing the long golden tendrils drawing them away from her, white guaze snapping and the soft lilting sound of the twin bells dancing at her ankles as the gaze sweeps over the vision all around her, staying near His side and quiet. the gaze captured the sight of the great skeltons before her, lumbering giants of proportion, a vision of a wooden beast, framework, built upon, thrawls everywhere, crisscrossing* [18:33] *niciASPws like the thousands of ants drawing to the hive, the golden beast could hardly contain her fascination, He was busy speaking to the Master Shipwright, words involved, she tilted back her head, long golden flow spilling down her spine, salt, sea, and cedar, a mixture of an aroma... she closed her eyes... enhaling, the cacophony of noise made any sound all but gruffed together, the ringing of hammers, the grunting of men under the weight [18:33] *JosekiKo notes that the thralls are very industious really getting into the swing of things as they sculpt each piece of wood to fit its perscribed application. He takes the girl down to each ship noting the the fine work and precision fitting that went into each piec of wood. He gets a general feel fow where things are laid out and finds to his surprise that in the bottom of each ship is a ballast room where sand is stored to keep the ship from capsizing* [18:37] *niciASPws intense labor, the gaze opened again at the sound of a snap, rising above the sound of others that whip drawing a signal in one's mind, the long line of carts dragging the heavy stacks of wood, the beasts straining at the tethers...seeing the Male move, she blinks and hurries after, not to be left behind in this maze of Men in various states of hard labor, following the Master down to the bottom of the ship, feeling the sand slip between bare toes... [18:41] *JosekiKo nods and absently plays with the girls hair as he stops and talks to several of the thralls trying to get a good understanding of what each is doing. He saunters over to the overseer with the girl in tow and talks to him about the various aspects of the build. The overseer tells him that the logging was done over a period of two weeks in order to get enough wood and that the ships have progressed from there. [18:44] *niciASPws the female hurried along feeling the brush of sand encase her ankles, gaze passing over and upwards, casting her eyes above, seeing the ship from within it's belly, swallowed whole and deep, the noise louder here, she couldnt even hear His words to the Overseer in the sounds of the banging and hollars as the Men worked around them in the wee hours, the thrawls looked as they have been driven hard, but no doubt they would be well [18:46] *niciASPws compensated in the completion of the several ships, the frame work danced around them like cedar spiderwebs, the sounds echoing louder and louder as they paced further into the finished portions, each sound reverberating off the finished wall, rebounding to echo and meet the challenge of the sounds behind it, the girl turned, she could not get enough of the sights and smells, long thigh kissing locks swirling around the girl like a willow in the breeze, hazel hues trying to capture everything at once, a yell nearby as a man slipped out of a chamber and shouted just behind her, she jumped and flashed him a smile, watching Him scurry off, it seemed they worked harder in the Master's presence... He must be paying them well.. [18:50] *JosekiKo nods as the over seer continues to explain that building the cradles for the frames themselves had taken no inconsiderable time to finish. The overseer went on to relate that finishing the planking had taken almost a month and the careful caulking to each seem had been a process done with loving care. The thralls felt pride in these ships as did the overseer and they all worked to insure the very best. Joseki looked around and nodded* [18:56] *niciASPws the steady bustle reminded the girl of a hive, the insects all buzzing busy, she felt out of place and yet awed as the witness to the art of it, They had Their own unique dance, the Thrawls in Their work, some balancing seeming precariously yet with their own grace as they continued to create the innards of what would be a fiesty sea beast, and art, age had no dictation on those movements, it ran from Men that had just come into the* [18:58] *niciASPws own to Great Patriarchs who had done the same for decades, all baring the strong swarthy muscles of seasoned builders, Their art was not an easy one, to take the rawest of materials, the roughest of woods, great trees of the forests and cut, meld, bend, and shape them into smooth yet seemingly delicate arches to adorn the great ribs of the ship, that it when released, the Sea Beast would glide across the water with the ease of a tar* [19:00] *niciASPws in flight, the girl paused, watching the flow of traffic while trying to keep pace with the Master...* [19:01] *JosekiKo grinned to himself as the girl sought hte shelter of his arm as the loud work and shouts seemed to make her jump. He gave her a hug and down in the belly of the ship found a crew runiing heay ropes from the helm out the back of the ship. He stopped and ascertained quickly that the ropes would be run out the back to control the rudders of the ships. The ropes and pulley's were an interesting contraption but he quickly became familer with them.* [19:05] *JosekiKo continued through his inspection and found the kitchen to be large and spacious and his own modifactions to the hold were unique. Fire always being a problem on the sea his hold was lighted with candles. Metal cages contained each one in an attempt to keep the flame from the wood. There was an easy stairway from the deck to the hold so that the free could come and enjoy a party on the ship at all times. * [19:13] *niciASPws the female smiled brightly at the hug, flashing Him that brilliant grin before tossing her head with spirit, not wishing to dart too far, but when Tthey reached the bowel of the kitchen, she could not help herself, hurrying into the area, and looking into the cabinets... yet to be afixed with doors, the space where the coolery would be, the arrangement of the hearth with its metal cages to keep the embers and heat at bay, the bells * [19:16] *niciASPws yet covered by the din of the other workers, she looked at the worksmanship of the shelving, built to hold the array of dishes, and other utensils so they are not tossed around with the turn of the seas, she looked over her shoulder, unable to speak without shouting and not wishing to do so, her finger pointing to the counter's craftmanship, only to realize He had already turned and was walking on again, she jumped into motion, pivoting sharply, pale silks snapping, the golden thick mane fluttering in her wake as she hurried after Him, catching up to Him as He reached the stairs, catching the scruitiny and respect in His gaze as He looks first from the work done and then to the Master Shipwright, she could tell without words He was pleased and it made the smile curl slowly, her own eyes traveling to the stairway, measuring its breath mentally, picturing herself wit* [19:20] *niciASPws arms either making a trip above or below... internally satisfied, if she tripped going down those stairs, there would be many Free laughing... the hazels twinkled as she turned her sight back to Him under the frame of lashes, staying nearby...* [19:25] *JosekiKo checks with the shipwright noting that the finishing touches will be in next week and that the ships can be finished anywhere. For all that is left is to run the top rigging hang the sails and a few trivialities. * [19:32] *JosekiKo chuckled as a robust Young thrawl seeing the Man Joseki move hailed "Ey Mate! when You gonna bring more of those sassy collars in 'ere? They made work... fun!" another Thrawl popped in nearby "Aye! I'll let one of them girls bring that switch near if only I can take it and make 'em red with it!" Both thrawls laughed, and a few others nearby, "eh, let 'em come back and visit, eh boss?"* [19:33] *niciASPws the female jerked her head around, catching the eyes of Many of the thrawls in the Master's shadow, flashing them a shy smile from just behind Him, long cascading gold holding her figure close...* [19:33] *JosekiKo chuckles and looks over the young thralls and chuckles at the good natured ribbing of the girl.* [19:34] JosekiKo: Well boys I'll let the girl come back anytime but if they are carrying a switch you'd best respect it. [19:38] *niciASPws the beast couldnt help but chuckle softly herself as she heard many of their mocking moans of utter disappointment, a few of them mentioning comments such as "eh, fair's fair if We get to get em back later, eh boys?" and "can they kiss the sores?" as well as some comments that made the poor girl's face flame fiercely, she chewed her lower lip, they were a lively group, a family in and of themselves, and brilliant with their work, there was no fear He would have His ships soon and they would all run as smoothely over the waves as the silks that stretched over her own figure... * [20:40] *JosekiKo strides out of the Tavern and meets the delivery men on the wharf. The 100 thralls take the sails from the delivery men and set about rigging the ships. The lash the sails into place on all four ships and begin testing them finding they work well.*

My wife (T) and I have written several stories on Literotica. We get a lot of responses to our stories with questions or comments. The questions usually center on, "how is it possible that your sex life is as good as you describe?" The few comments that don't mention how much they want to fuck her or eat her are usually something along the line of, "you're the luckiest fucker in the world if half of this is true" or "T has to be the horniest married woman I've ever heard of." If this is our first story that you've read, please do yourself a favor and read at least a couple of the others before reading this. Briefly, I'll turn 50 this year and she's 45 and looks 35. We've been together for almost 18 years and our sex life is hotter today that it was 18 years ago. This story describes 10 days with the horny woman I'm married to and while you won't enjoy reading it as much as I did living it, you'll see why our marriage is so hot and why I truly am the luckiest fucker in the world! Before I start, please let me say that this story is for your enjoyment and of course mine as I relive the events. I really could care less about comments regarding sentence structure or how threesomes will destroy our marriage, so please don't waste your time. However, if this makes your cock hard or your pussy wet, please let us know. The story starts as we arrived in Cincinnati for our annual trip to see Jimmy Buffett in concert. We'd arrived at our hotel room on a Thursday afternoon with plenty of time to have a nice slow fuck before going to the concert. Being the loving thoughtful husband I am, I'd bought her a Hawaiian type halter top that she looked sizzling in and she had picked out a pair of tight denim shorts to wear with it. The top was perfect for a Jimmy Buffett concert and her tits were perfect for the top. By the way, there's a picture of my baby loaded on our profile but for some reason you guys and gals can't see it when you look at our profile so if you want to see one of the pictures made during this 10 days, write Literotica to complain!! My baby is ALWAYS horny and knowing how good she looked in this outfit just made her wetter. Within 10 minutes of walking into the hotel room, she had her mouth wrapped around my cock. Again, being the loving thoughtful husband I am, I'd brought our digital camera to take some hot pictures of my baby. As she sucked each of my balls one at a time slowly into her mouth, I snapped away. My cock was so hard it hurt and she played for the camera squeezing it and slowly licking the pre-cum as she smiled into the camera. She slowly licked her index finger and I moaned as I took the picture because I knew that finger was going to slide into my asshole. She stroked my cock as she sucked my balls and finger fucked my ass. I took one picture and dropped the camera onto the bed as my hands reached for the back of her head. In our younger days, if she wanted to, she could suck me off in less than a minute, she's that good! Oh and by the way, she's swallowed every drop of cum I've ever pumped into her greedy mouth.!! Even at 50, I knew I wasn't going to last long as this rate and I wanted to taste that pussy so I gently reminded her that if she wanted her swollen wet pussy fucked, she'd better stop. VERY reluctantly she stopped and crawled up toward me. She took the time to slowly rub her tits and nipples over my balls and cock before she moved she moved on up to let her tits dangle over my chest lights brushing me with her nipples. IF they get the picture on our profile fixed, you can see what I'm talking about. She has an ass to die for and a tight shaved pussy and tits that would be the envy of most 45 year old women. She kissed me and I could taste my pre-cum on her tongue. I rolled her over onto her belly and grabbed the camera again to take some close ups of my favorite thing on earth, her tight little ass. As you know if you've read our other stories, not only does my baby love cock in her pussy, she also loves having her tight ass fucked. I worship that little asshole and I snapped several pictures as she reached to spread her pussy for me, who needs a director when you have such a natural model!! After taking several pictures, I couldn't stand it any more and again dropped the camera to bury my tongue into her asshole. I pulled at her ass cheeks with my hands so I could work my tongue deeper into her. She squirmed and moaned as my tongue fucked her ass. I rolled her onto her side and slid my finger into her asshole as my tongue gave her pussy the attention it deserved. As I've noted in other stories, as much as I love her asshole, if my cock finds its way into her pussy before her asshole, it almost never leaves before filling that hot pussy with cum. GOD she is such a hot fuck!! That's what happened this time as she rolled over onto her back and pulled me up and my cock naturally slid into her hot swollen pussy. We moaned together as my balls slapped against her asshole with my first thrust into her. Between hot kisses she whispered to bite her nipples and I arched my body up over her to reach her tits. She screamed as I bit down on one of her nipples. I quickly sucked her tit deep into my mouth as she grabbed the back of my head. My cock was pounding into her and even at 50 and having fucked her countless times, I still have to be careful not to cum too soon so I knew I had to slow down. I slowly pulled my cock almost all the way out of her dripping wet pussy. She moaned and screamed, "FUCK ME BABY, pound my pussy." I grinned down at her and whispered, "Does my baby need some cock?" She grabbed my ass with both her hands and wrapped her legs around my waist to pull my back into her. I didn't resist her and rammed my cock deep back into her. She cried, "Oh fuuuucckk" as she started to cum. I needed to cum just as bad as she did and couldn't hold back any more and as the letter k of fuck left her lips, my cock exploded deep in her. My cock pulsed and throbbed as it delivered its' hot load of cum into her waiting pussy. As my cock throbbed, I could feel her pussy squeezing and milking the cum from my cock. We gently kissed and she whispered, "Damn I needed that sweetheart." I laughed and said, "Well I was happy to give it to you and by the way, I LOVE fucking you!!" That's a running joke between us because after all these years we want to fuck each other just as much if not more than we did when we first met. If you read our other stories you see real life examples of that. By this time, the afternoon had passed and we started getting ready for the concert. My wife is fairly typical of women I've met in that she has streak of insecurity about her looks. You know, the old, "Does this make me look fat?" or "I feel fat today". The funny thing, as I noted earlier, is that most 45 year old women would kill to look as good as T. She has a killer body as you can see if they ever fix the picture on our profile. She had on a short pair of denim shorts, no panties and the Hawaiian halter top I'd ordered for her. She looked sizzling hot and I kept playing with her tits that were barely covered by the top. By the way, I'm a typical 50ish former jock. I have a full head of hair that is heading toward all gray faster each day and probably a 6-7 at best on most women's scale. I'm 6'1" and probably weigh 40 pounds more than college. Bottom line, I AM one lucky son of a bitch because this wet dream loves me and wants to fuck only me. Back to the story, Jimmy has a restaurant chain called Cheeseburgers in Paradise and there was one within walking distance of our hotel. We stopped and had a wonderful dinner on the way to the concert and I got to see first hand the effect her little outfit was having on the patrons. We had enough time when we got to the concert to "observe" some of our fellow Parrotheads and wow, what a kaleidoscope of humanity. If you even mildly like Jimmy Buffett, then you should try to make it to at least one of his concerts. In the midst of all these women in their coconut bras and grass skirts, my hot little baby stood out. She was getting stares from guys and girls as we walked around the venue prior to the concert. During the course of the evening, I must have left her by herself 2 or 3 times to go get drinks etc. and each time I would come back, she would have a new story about guys hitting on her. I KNEW how hot she looked and enjoyed seeing her react to the non solicited affirmation of what I always tell her. I could tell that learning that a parade of strangers wanted to fuck her was getting her hotter and hotter. As the concert wore on she was getting more and more blatant it playing with my cock and rubbing her tits all over me. Needless to say, my cock stayed hard and at one point, she was in front of me rubbing her ass into my cock and I had my arms around her and both hands cupping her tits under her halter. I could have pulled her shorts down right there and fucked her from behind and she would have let me. The guys expressing their desire for her and what they wanted to do to her had cranked up her normal horniness and she wanted to fuck. We sometimes talk about fantasies of me watching her be fucked by another guys or guys and in retrospect; this was a night when she would have fucked 10 guys if I'd suggested it. The year before we'd had a totally unexpected threesome with a girl after the concert. You can read about that in another of our stories. As we walked out of the concert we had our hands all over each other and she had my cock in her mouth within seconds of reaching our SUV. As we drove slowly out of the parking lot, she was kneeling sideways on her seat so she could deep throat my cock. With her position, I was able to reach around and finger her pussy. Between what we were doing to each other and the steamed up windows, how I got out of that parking lot without having a wreck it still a mystery. Thank GOD for my earlier orgasm because she WANTED my cum and was determined to get it. She slid a finger into my asshole and between long licks up and down my cock, she would push her finger hard into my asshole and tell me how much she wanted to taste my cum. As much as I wanted to let her have as much cum as she could swallow, I still had a little bit of sanity floating at the back of my mind and I wanted to give her a good fucking in her pussy or her ass. I knew that after the long day, the concert, drinking during the concert and being almost 50 and already having had sex just a few hours earlier that if I wanted to fuck her, I probably needed to wait to cum. My poor baby, as she's documented in several of the stories she's written, has a very difficult time concentrating on another person's cock or pussy if she's really enjoying what they're doing to her so I knew I had to distract her. Her shorts had been pulled down within seconds of reaching our SUV and her ass was up in the air facing her door and knelt sideways on her seat sucking me. I'd been fingering her pussy but now I licked my thumb and slowly slid it into her asshole as I buried 3 fingers into her pussy. I leaned over toward her door so I could maneuver and started to pound her asshole and pussy. I immediately noticed her attention slipping from my cock. She still had it in her hand and squeezed as she started to push back against my fingers. She had forgotten my cum and focused on what I was doing to her and she started to pant like a dog in heat and between moans she said, "Fuck it, fuck my tight ass." I smiled to myself knowing that I'd escaped and my cum was going into her pussy or asshole when we got to the hotel. It was about a 10 minute drive back to the hotel and by the time we arrived back, she'd had a couple of orgasms. My baby loves to cum and I'm always hugely disappointed when we fuck and for whatever reason she doesn't get to cum. Yes ladies, we do fuck sometimes when she doesn't cum. She makes me audio tapes sometimes while she plays with herself and we've also made some video tapes of ourselves. I watched one recently that we'd made about a year ago and it started with her playing with herself and progressed to me finally blowing my cum into her ass and I counted over 10 orgasms that she had in less than 2 hours. When we got into our room, we tore off our remaining clothes and without even a kiss she straddled me and slowly slid her pussy down onto my cock. It felt soooo fucking good to be buried back into her. By this time it was approaching midnight and as I noted earlier, her normal horniness level had maxed out. Me playing with her and the strange guys blatantly wanting to fuck her had my baby ready to fuck. Our favorite position is with her on top of me which of course allows so many fun things. As she leaned over so I could suck her tits I whispered, "Did those guys wanting to fuck you make you wet baby?" She moaned and replied, "YES!" I bit down on one of her nipples and said, "You love cock don't you baby, my little whore loves to be fucked!" She moaned, "God yes I love to fuck!" As she said that she sat straight up on my cock and started to cum. My baby is normally loud but that night she just didn't give a fuck who heard her and there was no way the people in the adjoining rooms didn't hear her. She was screaming, "FUCK ME" over and over. I just held onto her hips as she bucked on my cock and she pinched and squeezed her tits. When her orgasm finally slowed she looked down at me and cocked her head down so she could suck on one of her nipples. She knows how much I love to watch her do that and she ground her pussy against me and said, "I love being your whore!" I moaned in reply and said, "You were thinking about all those other cocks while you were cumming weren't you baby?" "Were you thinking about all their hot cum?" She leaned forward again so I could suck her tits and replied, "You know I was. I was thinking about you watching while they all fucked me and then jacked off their cum all over me." I moaned and lifted my ass off the bed pushing my cock deeper up into her. She grinned and whispered, "You'd like to watch that wouldn't you baby, your little whore being covered with hot cum?" We'd had threesomes before with other women and even a foursome this year with her sister and our brother-in-law (from our other stories) but just watching and listening to her be fucked by other guys was a fantasy that we occasionally talked about. The reality and possible repercussions of that always stopped that fantasy in it's tracks but hell, it's still fun to think and talk about, especially when my cock is buried in her pussy. I replied, "I'd just like to listen to my baby cum over and over as each guy took his turn with you." She moaned loudly and started to rock back and forth, slowly pulling her pussy almost off my cock and then slowly burying it back into her. As she quickened her pace, I started to squeeze and suck her tits more urgently. I whispered, "You'd love to have a cock in your mouth and one in your ass or pussy while you had your tits sucked wouldn't you baby?" "Oh God I would, I'm such a whore!!" she moaned. I lifted my ass to push up deeper into her and said, "Thank God you're my whore baby!" She started screaming, "FUCK ME, GIVE ME YOUR CUM!!" "FUCK MY CUNT WITH THAT BIG COCK" "POUND YOUR WHORE." "FUUUUCCCCKKKKK MMMEEEEE!!!" All the random thoughts that my brain could conjure weren't going to stop my cum this time and my balls contracted as I started to shoot spurt after spurt of cum deep into her pussy. Her "FUUUCCCCKKKK MMMEEEEE!!" became on long LOUD scream and an orgasm exploded through her body. Her pussy was convulsing around my cock and her body froze above me as my cock throbbed deep in her pussy. I fleetingly thought to myself that the people next door were getting a audio porn show with their hotel room rate. When we finally collapsed together on the bed with our bodies wrapped around each other, I teased her that I didn't know if she would actually be able to survive several cocks fucking her at the same time. Just before we drifted off to sleep she whispered, "It'd be a hell of a way to die...being fucked to death." I smiled to myself and hugged her closer. All this was on a Thursday and we returned home on Friday. Our preteen son was going to spend the next week on vacation with my parents and his aunt. Saturday night we were quietly fucking (10 year old asleep down the hall) and I told her than in my excitement before the concert, I'd forgot to take any pictures of her in her halter and wanted some for my collection. I told her that since we would have the next week to ourselves, one afternoon after I got home from work that I wanted her to have the halter top on along with a denim mini-skirt that she has and I wanted to take some more pictures. Being the loving wife she is and knowing that this would lead to her little pussy or asshole being pounded, she quickly agreed to my little plan. On our home PC, I've got what I call "play" files. Files of stories I've downloaded from Literotica, files of porn movie downloads, files of all kinds of pictures of pussy, tits and cum and of course files of pictures of my baby. T has written some of the hottest lesbian stories on this sight and she loves pussy and tits as well as cock. Whoops, did I forget to mention that earlier. She's a nurse who works at night and since we are both often horny and not with each other, we both play a lot with the assistance of the computer. Hearing her pound her pussy or asshole on a tape she's made for me while looking at pictures or movies or reading Literotica certainly makes my cock hard. She loves to call me during the day and describe to me in great detail what she's doing. I do the same thing for her sometimes on the nights she works. As I wrote in one of our early stories, I suck the dried juice from her panties almost every day. When I call her at night, I describe what I'm doing or want to do to her and then shoot my cum all over the crotch of her freshly sucked panties. I mention all this because adding to my collection of pictures of her sweet ass or other assets was one reason we bought the digital camera to begin with. That Sunday night she was working and I had down loaded the pictures from the Jimmy Buffett concert onto the PC and they were so fucking hot that I had cum all over her panties before I was able to call her. I love telling and showing her how hot she makes me so I always put her sucked clean and then cummed on panties where she'll find them the next morning. Bottom line, every ounce of cum my body produces leaves my cock searching for her. I never have fantasies about other women because I don't need to. With our work schedules that week, Wednesday afternoon was going to be the best time for our little portrait/fuck session. I do some of my work from home but that afternoon she met me at the garage door and any remaining work was quickly forgotten. I always rush when I'm taking pictures of her and was determined to take my time and get close-ups of her ass from behind and some side profiles with her ass waiting to be fucked while her beautiful tits hung down in their glory...the picture on our profile if Literotica will fix it. I obviously love seeing her in panties and positioned her on our living room carpet on her knees. She was "barely" wearing the short denim mini-skirt and I was getting wonderful pictures of her gorgeous white panty covered ass proudly positioned for an ass fucking. Then I pulled her panty down and took several pictures of her tight little ass from behind. My cock was throbbing and finally I couldn't stand it and started licking her pussy and asshole from behind. I finally stopped licking her pussy and asshole to move to the couch. My clothes had been ripped off at some point and she soon had her mouth sucking on my balls as she slowly jacked my cock with long slow strokes squeezing out pre-cum that she licked off. She was still wearing the mini-skirt pulled up around her waist and the halter top. As she sucked and licked my cock and balls, I leaned back and started taking more pictures. She paused to knell in front of me and shed the halter top as she took my cock and started rubbing my pre-cum on one of her tits. I swear the head of my cock was purple and it was standing up throbbing with each pulse of blood. She was putting on a show for the camera as she cocked her head and started sucking the pre-cum off her tit. I was mesmerized as I watched her bite her own nipples as she alternated between her tits. Then she wrapped her tits around my cock and started to fuck my cock with her tits. It was all I could do to keep from cumming right then and there and I warned her that if she wanted my cum in her pussy or asshole, she'd better stop. She lay back on the carpet and spread her legs and started to finger her pussy. I leaned over her with the camera getting close-ups as she slowly pulled her labia apart for more pictures. The camera clicked away as she started fucking herself with three fingers. Once again the camera was forgotten as I moved between her legs and buried my tongue into her pussy. As I started to gently suck her clit into my mouth she started screaming, "Eat my pussy baby" and then "OH GOD, OH GOD, Suck it" as she started to cum. Watching and listening to T cum must be like crack cocaine to me because I can't get enough of it. I continued to suck her clit but I had also slid one of my fingers into her asshole and I fingered her to the same rhythm of sucks on her clit and she had a super orgasm. She was screaming incoherently and had both hands wrapped around the back of my head pulling me into her pussy. Her thighs were squeezing hard on each side of my head and I was in heaven, making this woman that I lust after constantly cum like this was almost as good as fucking her. Finally her orgasm ebbed and she weakly whispered, "I feel like a wet noodle, thank you baby." I laughed and said, "Thank you for the pictures sweetheart but I still have this rock hard cock that needs to cum." Since she was still recovering I swung around over her with my cock and balls dangling over her face and started to gently lick up and down between her swollen lips. I was extra gentle because I knew how tender her clit still was. As I licked and sucked up her sweet pussy juice, I felt her warm mouth slide over my cock and then suddenly a wet finger rammed into my asshole. She pushed her finger in as far as it would go and held it there as her mouth moved to my balls. Damn that felt good and I wanted to cum so fucking bad but I also wanted to fuck her tight little asshole so I pulled away from her and shifted back around. She raised her knees and spread her legs and my cock slid straight into her hot wet pussy. She wrapped both legs around my waist and I just lay there on her with my cock fully buried in her pussy. I looked down into her eyes and said, "God I love fucking you!" She giggled and replied, "Then fuck me with that hard cock baby." I said, "I'm going to fuck your pussy but where to do want my hot cum?" She moaned a sultry, "Oh fuck I want it in my asshole." As you can read in several of our other stories and especially the ones T has written, she LOVES to be fucked in the ass. She takes great offense with some of the stupid comments she reads on Literotica that are obviously written by people who either haven't had anal sex or are just too stupid to figure out that it can be very pleasurable for both people. Anyway, it's a large part of our sex life and who would turn down a woman asking for it! I started to pound into her and my balls were slapping against that tight asshole with every thrust. She was moaning, "Fuck me" over and over and then she started to cum again. I had to be VERY careful here because at almost 50 my recovery time is obviously longer than it used to be and I didn't want to wait to fuck that ass. Her ass almost lifted off the carpet and I pushed hard into her and stopped moving. Her legs were clamped around me like a vise and I just rode my little slut as she bucked under me while the orgasm ran through her. I didn't want to move my cock at all because I was just at the threshold of blowing cum into her. I lay there on her kissing and sucking her tits as her orgasm faded. I thought she would want to wait a little but as soon as her orgasm died she was pushing against me saying, "Let me up, I want that cock in my asshole!" I didn't need to be told twice and in seconds she was bent over the arm of our couch pulling her ass cheeks apart for me. I ran upstairs and grabbed a jar of Vasoline and in seconds started to get my baby's asshole ready for her assfucking. Here is where I think most couples fail to make this an enjoyable experience for both. The guy rushes and tries to stick his cock into a tight unprepared asshole and for the vast majority of women, this HURTS. Ladies, you can read it directly from my wife in her stories but she begs for anal sex and I somehow I don't think she would beg if it wasn't something she enjoyed. My wife loves me but not enough to beg for something just to please me. I always take the time to lick her tongue fuck her asshole. Then I'll slide a Vasoline coated finger into it as I lick her pussy. My wife says she's feeling nothing but pleasure at this point. I'll eventually have 2 or 3 fingers with more Vaoline in her asshole as I finger her pussy with my other hand. By this time she'll be "begging" for my cock. DON'T rush this, the more time you take the better it'll be for both of you. I'll take the Vasoline and coat the head of my cock liberally and then wipe the stuff off my hands. Now we're both ready and I'll SLOWLY push my cock into her asshole. I follow her lead at this point, stopping if she tells me to so she can relax. Does it hurt? Sometimes a little, according to T but well worth what happens after the initial small amount of burning. I can't begin to describe the sensations for me when my cock is fully buried into her ass nor the sounds she's making. Picking up the story as my cock buried into her asshole, she started panting and moaning, "Fuck it, fuck my ass" over and over. "GOD baby it feels so GOOOOD." I was slowly pulling it out to the point that just the head was still clamped inside her anal ring and then firing it back into her. Maybe my wife is unusual but when I'm fucking her ass, she's even more orgasmic than normal. It seems like she's constantly screaming. She often scares me because I think I'm hurting her but that's never been the case and she always replies to my concern with a guttural, "FUCK MEEEE!!" The camera was within reaching distance on the couch and I bent forward to pick it up. As I did I took one long lick up the center of her back and then leaned over to tongue her ear. This motion obviously pushed my cock deep into her and she started to cum again. I picked up the camera and leaned back and started snapping pictures as she pushed her ass back against me bucking as the orgasm flooded her body. The pictures of my cock sliding in and out of her ass are better than any porn picture because it's MY cock in MY baby's asshole. The only problem I have with anal sex is that I just can' make it last that long. I've fucked T's pussy until we were both exhausted, switching positions through several orgasms and still had control of when I was going to cum. With anal sex, the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her gorgeous asshole, the sensations created by her tight anal ring squeezing on my cock and her reactions; screaming for me to fuck her harder and pushing her ass back against me to bury my cock further into her all combine to drive me NUTS! As I fucked her, my balls were slapping against her pussy. In the porno's, when a woman is getting fucked in her ass, she's almost always playing with her pussy. I don't know if that's supposed to be for her benefit or ours the viewer but T never plays with her pussy, she doesn't need to. Her arms are either supporting herself or outstretched with her hands grabbing whatever is available. By this time she'd cum again (in less than 5 minutes) and her anal ring had relaxed so that I could pull my cock all the way out and then just ram it back into her without any problem. Unfortunately, I was quickly nearing the end of my self control and I dropped the camera to do give my baby what she wanted. She could feel my balls draw up as I got ready to cum and started screaming, "FUCK THAT TIGHT ASSHOLE, GIVE YOUR WHORE SOME HOT CUM!!" Is she a sweetheart or what? No one on the planet who knows my wife would think of her being slutty in any way but damn, she sure makes up for it in the bedroom. Those words of hers, the view in front of me and the feelings coming through my cock and into my brain were too much and my cock exploded launching spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into her ass. As she started to feel my cock swell, she'd pushed back against me and started yelling, "FUUUUUCCCCKKKK" at the top of her lungs. She'd started to cum again with me and continued, "Oh yeah, give me that cum, fill my asshole." She had full handfuls of the couch fabric and it looked like the couch was in danger of having holes torn in it as she kept screaming. I finally collapsed onto her with both of us leaning over the arm of the couch. I started kissing and licking her back as my cock shrank but her anal ring was squeezing back to normal and the sensation was keeping my cock partially hard and I continued to gently slide it in and out of her. Finally she whispered, "NOOO" as I pulled my cock out with a little pop. The whole thing hadn't lasted 10 minutes but damn it was a hot 10 minutes. I picked the camera up and took a couple more pictures of my cum dribbling out of her asshole and kissed her ass as I stood and said, "Sweetheart, you have the best ass in the world and I LOVE to fuck it!" She weakly giggled back and said, "It loves for you to fuck it and you've got the best cock in the world." I pulled her up and we went downstairs to load the pictures onto our PC for review. I work partially from home and she sat naked on my lap in my leather chair while we reviewed the pictures from that afternoon and from the Jimmy Buffett concert. As she rubbed her ass into my cock and I played with her tits, the pictures soon inspired us both and after carefully washing my cock, I was fucking her again. She worked the next night and I called her at work while I looked at the pictures again and shot my cum all over her panties from the day before. The crotch of her panties from that night was covered with dried juice the next day. Friday night she was off but was we were both tired from a long week and our son had come home from his short vacation with his grandparents. She had to work Saturday night and Sunday was father's day. As she left for work she told me to save her some cum because she was going to give me my father's day present when she got home the next morning. I didn't play Saturday night so she'd have all the cum she wanted the next morning. As I think I've mentioned, she's a Labor & Delivery Nurse and works 12 hour shifts. I didn't wake up the next morning until she was sliding into bed at about 7:30. It was early enough that there was no way our son was going to wake up for a couple of more hours (unless he heard Mommy screaming). As I woke up I vaguely noticed that she was still dressed but it wasn't until she had my cock in her mouth that I realized that she had on a Catholic School girl's outfit that she'd ordered off the internet. A tight little white blouse totally unbuttoned and tied into a knot below her tits, a short little checkered skirt and white thigh high stockings and she had put dark red lipstick on and those lips were wrapped around my cock deep throating it. I LIKED my father's day present so far!! She gave me the full treatment, sucking each of my balls and rimming my asshole with her tongue as she jacked my cock. She looked up at me over my balls and said, "Don't even think about cumming yet daddy!" Her actions had rubbed dark red lipstick all over my cock and balls and her face. She looked so wanton as she squeezed hard making my cock swell even more. As she squeezed and very slowly licked pre-cum off the tip of my cock, she winked and said, "How do you like your father's day present so far baby?" I moaned, "Daddy LOVES it" as she pulled my cock up and sucked one of my balls fully into her mouth. She crawled up and slowly straddled me and slid my cock into her pussy. She cupped her tits through the thin white blouse and said, "How does Daddy like his little girl's tits?" She pulled one out of the blouse and started sucking on the nipple as I moaned. She leaned forward slowly pulling almost all the way off my cock and then quickly sat fully back which buried my cock as far into as it would go. I moaned as she said, "How does Daddy like his tight wet pussy?" I could barely get out, "Daddy loves it." My cock felt like it was going to explode it was so hard. She reached back around her and cupped my balls and said, "Daddy, don't even think about cumming yet!!" She sat there on me slowly squeezing my cock with her pussy but making sure my cock wasn't moving. I think I could have cum even without any movement at that point but she suddenly moved off me and said, "I think I'll lick that nasty pussy juice off your cock Daddy." She spun around above me with her pussy just out of tongue reach above my face. As she licked up and down my cock she mumbled, "Is my pussy swollen enough for you Daddy?" She paused in licking my cock and said, "This nasty pussy juice tastes so good, do you want to lick some off my pussy Daddy?" I grabbed both sides of her ass and pulled her pussy down to my mouth and replied, "Daddy loves his little girl's pussy juice!" Just as I was licking up and down her pussy for the 3rd or 4th time, she sat up and said, "What about your little girl's tight asshole, don't you want to lick it Daddy?" All I could do was moan as I swirled my tongue over and around her little asshole. She knew better than to touch my cock at this point and it just stood there throbbing. She lightly blew her warm breath on it and said, "I think Daddy's cock needs to cum." She turned around and straddled my stomach as she slowly undid the knot in her blouse. She pulled it off and reached back to squeeze my cock as she said, "How would Daddy like to shoot his hot cum on his little girl's tits?" My mind instantly thought "camera?" but there was no getting off the bed and FUCK I needed to cum so bad. As I said earlier, watching and listening to my baby cum makes me so fucking hot. I usually don't even let her suck me off unless I'm going to be able to return the favor. This was her present, getting me so hot that I would (in my mind anyway) be wasting the cum by not putting it into her in some fashion that also achieved an orgasm for her. Knowing this was a present and the little fact that she had me so fucking hot by now made me answer, "Daddy would LOVE to shoot his hot cum on your beautiful tits." She rolled off me and moved up beside me on the bed. I moved to straddle her but before I did, I sucked each of her tits deep into my mouth and bit hard on each nipple. She couldn't help herself and moaned, "Yeah Daddy, bite them Daddy, bite them hard." I moved to kiss her and whispered, "I think Daddy need to get his cock wet don't you?" I quickly rammed my cock into her as she moaned, "Don't cum Daddy." I pulled out and moved back up and started to slide my cock back and forth between her tits. She pushed them together squeezing them around my cock and her pussy juice formed a natural lubrication. It felt soooo fucking good as she looked up at me and said, "Cum on me baby, your little girl wants your hot cum." I thought, "Damn this is a great Father's Day present" as I grabbed my cock and began stroking it. As I started to stroke my cock she wrapped one arm around her tits pulling them together and with the other reached and started gently squeezing my balls. She whispered, "OH DADDY, your balls are

so full of hot cum." That did it! Spurt after spurt of hot white cum erupted from my cock landing in ropes stretching from her hair down across her face onto her tits. She opened her mouth wide and tried to catch as much of it as she could but there was just too much and in seconds her face and tits were covered with ropes of cum Obviously I don't see how much I cum when I'm fucking her and the cum I shoot when I'm jacking off hasn't been boiled in my nut sack by my little slut's activities. For what I would consider an average, this was a fucking impressive display of my reaction to my Father's Day present. I finally collapsed beside her and watched as she slowly took her hands and rubbed some of the cum into her face and tits and licked the rest off her fingers. She looked over at me as she let a long strand dribble off her fingers into her waiting mouth and said, "Daddy your little girl loves your cum." I nuzzled against her side and whispered, "I'm glad because Daddy's little girl is the only one who gets my cum." I kissed her and tasted the cum on her lips and tongue. It wasn't as good as her pussy juice but I guess I'm a little prejudiced. We lay there kissing and finally dozed off in each other's arms. Latter in the day I thought to myself, "What a Father's Day?" but then I started remembering the past week or so and realized, "What a fucking hot 10 days this has been?" I'm not going to try to blow smoke up your asses, we have some incredible sessions of sex but just like most married couples, they're usually surrounded by very normal periods. Obviously most of our stories are about the incredible, who wants to read about normal? I think the point I'm trying to make, to answer those HOW questions we get, is that we love each other and are so attracted to each other that it's easy to freely give to the other and the more pleasure we give, the more we receive. That and the fact that I'm a lucky son of a bitch married to the hottest horniest woman I've ever met!!!! The anticipation had become physically exhausting. The longing glances and suggestive conversation was cumulating like the searing liquid beneath the hot skin of Vesuvius. After one too many shots of tequila, Amelia decided that she wasn't going to play this game any longer. She saddled her bag, winked at the bartender and hopped off the stool. Luckily, the address he had slipped her was only minutes from the bar where they met. Amelia recalled the night fondly as her heels clacked along the asphalt, echoing in the silent street. It had been a long day in the office. A day cluttered with multiple meetings that should have been emails and hours of catering to the bullshit male egos that surround her. She was sitting at that same bar top nursing a gin and tonic when he slid onto the stool next to her. "You look bored," a deep voice said. Amelia pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows and turned to meet the voice next to her. She slowly took him in; he was tall with sandy blonde hair and green eyes that glinted with suggestive amusement. However, it was his 'fuck me' mouth that captured her gaze. He had licked his lips after he said it, and then slowly dragged his lower lip into his mouth and flicked it outward. Amelia let that glossy, bottom lip hold her attention for a split second longer than she should have. She glanced down at the moist, slippery glass between her hand and bar top then slowly dragged her gaze to meet his; settling her mouth into a bemused smirk. "You have a plan to change that?" She responded, knowing full and well that the game had begun. A game where there can be two winners, if he knows what he's doing. He smiled a wide, guilty smile; nodding his heading in amusement. He wrapped his long fingers around the frosty glass in front of him and lifted it to his mouth. Amelia couldn't help but imagine how those long, elegant fingers would feel sliding inside of her, shaking off the fast coming fantasy of his hand deep in her wet pussy as he fucked her hard from behind. Lost and amused in this unexpected day dream, she realized he was talking again. "How about we play a game?" Amelia froze as she had the irrational thought that he could read her mind. She squinted in suspicion and set her glass down, turning to face him full on. She enjoyed the obvious way that he took her in. Starting with her suspicious eyes then slowly moving downward, taking his time at her neck and pausing at her breasts. There was an involuntary lift in the corner of his mouth. Good to know he likes what he sees, Amelia mused. She was wearing a shirt that had lace overlay pressed against her cleavage and a short black skirt with a slit so high that she could no longer wear it to the office. "Looks like you started without me," she murmured, noticing the bulge in his dark jeans. Amelia had an immediate flash of frustration that she had to meet the societal requirements of small talk before she could fuck him. Wishing he would bend her over this bar top and fuck her while the others in the bar watched; jealous and hard. "Observant," he said "I like that. Its shame that I hadn't met you earlier, I was just heading out." Amelia had to keep herself from physically pouting. Her consuming fantasies had already made her wet; her silk red panties, already soaked with her desire. She decided to keep her cool instead of her original plan, which was throwing herself at his feet and begging from him to stay. "I guess this is goodbye then," she said while twisting her body back towards the bar. "Maybe not," he replied. He slid those long, distracting fingers over to her; leaving a small business card when he removed his hand. He lifted his glass to his lips and finished his beer. "Come by," was all he said before flashing a heart stopping smile and disappearing into the crowd. Amelia shoulders slumped in disappointment before picking up the small black card. "Cole Patterson" it read with a phone number and email. She glanced up at the passing bartender and ordered shot of tequila to drown her sorrows, flipping the thick card between her fingers. Something was on the back of the card; a sloppily scrawled address. She stared down at the card before throwing back the tequila and ordering another. Should she go? Does she randomly fuck strangers in bars now? Amelia considered this and tapped the card on the bar top when her next shot arrived. She threw it back and realized she had already decided. The moment she looked at him she decided she would fuck him, the rest is just semantics. She asked for her tab and pulled out her compact to check her lipstick. Now Amelia was wandering through the townhomes where he lived, searching for his place. When she found it, she stopped in her tracks. The light was on and through the lit window she could see him drinking a glass of water shirtless, his gray sweatpants dipping low. Not as low as she wanted though. She inhaled deeply, walked to the door, and knocked. Cole didn't look surprised when he opened the door. His hand was in his tousled blonde hair, giving her a full and exquisite view of his wide chest. Neither of them said anything. Amelia realized she had been holding her breath, should she try for a witty remark? Say she was too drunk to drive? Her body decided before her brain came close. She smiled up at him and moved forward quickly, pressing her mouth to his. There was no hesitation on his part. He opened his mouth, allowing her in her tongue and tilted his head to kiss her harder. Her hands were on his stomach before sliding to the top of the pants. She tugged at them, making it clear that they were in the way. They stumbled backward, deeper into his home. To the right of the entry way was a kitchen and dining area. He pushed her to the edge of the dining table, before lifting her up and settling her on top. Amelia seized this opportunity to slide his pants down and then wrap her legs around his waist. His long, hard sex was now rubbing against her slick panties, stimulating her clit. He was grinding hard against her as threw her head back in a soft moan. His mouth left hers and kissed down her neck while his hands slid her shirt from her shoulders, exposing her soft and pink breasts. His warm, wet mouth took in one of her sweet nipples. His tongue slowly circling before flicking the tip in the sweetest torture Amelia has ever known. Her head was still thrown backward; her long, dark hair tickling her lower back and the top of his hands. He used them to press her firmly against him when she pulled away from the overwhelming pleasure. The anticipation was becoming overwhelming. Amelia put both her hands against his chest before roughly pushing him. He stumbled backward, obviously confused. The carnal hunger in his eyes was lit up and wanting. She made full eye contact with him and bit her lower lip. Her lips then lips then lifted into a mischievous grin, "I want you to fuck me," she said. Without hesitation he moved back to her. They worked together to take off both her skirt and shirt; leaving Amelia in her matching, red bra and panties on his dinner table. Apparently, his patience was up. He cupped both breasts in his hands and kissed her roughly before reaching down and tearing off her panties. The sound made Amelia giggle and pull him tighter against her. He pulled her more forward on the table top so her perky ass was hanging off the edge and he pushed her chest backward. Amelia laid flat against the table top with her legs spread, waiting. He placed his hands on either side of her hips and roughly pushed inside her. The moment of penetration was pure nirvana; his perfect cock sliding into her tight, wet pussy before he was fully settled inside her. He then pulled his hips backward, removing it completely before using her hips as leverage to push back in, this time rougher and deeper than he had before. He moved quickly and forcefully, enjoying the jump of her perfect tits every time he entered her and the high pitched moan it inspired. Cole could tell that she was at the brink of explosion. Instead of letting her settle into sweet surrender, he pulled his hard dick from inside her and stepped back. He grabbed either side of Amelia's knees before yanking her off the table. Startled and confused as why she was on her feet, Amelia met his eyes. Cole pulled Amelia close to him before pushing her chest down on the table, her ass up and waiting. Amelia reveled in the feel of the cold table against her damp breasts and spread her legs in obedience. Before entering Amelia again, Cole took in the look of her. He then raised his hand and smacked, hard on the ass. Amelia was surprised and aroused. "You have been an incredibly naughty girl," he said in a low voice, "This is your punishment." Amelia glanced over her left shoulder at him, her mouth pouty, while lifting to her toes, arching her back, and wiggling her ass in anticipation. Cole wound up again and let his palm hit her hard. Amelia squealed after this hit, loudly and abruptly as a raised, red mark started to form. Cole couldn't wait any longer. He squared his hips, hands at the top of her ass and pushed inside her. She was tighter and wetter than before. He moved slickly in and out of her, getting harder with each blow. Amelia was now screaming in ecstasy. The sting of his hits paired with the feeling of him deep inside her was overwhelming. She stretched out her arms in front of her on the table and dug in; not even considering the damage it may cause the wood. Cole seemed more encouraged every time she screamed and entered her over and over, more rough each time before reaching across her back to grip her hair. He gathered the dark, soft strands in one fist. Amelia's head snapped backward as he pulled. He twisted his fist to pull the hair harder and continued to fuck her, hard. Amelia could not take it any longer. Her outstretched hands formed fists and her toes curled inwardly as she came. Her eyes closed tightly as she moaned loudly, her body spasming from pleasure. Cole took in the view of her coming. He pulled his hard cock from inside of her sweet pussy and let himself too explode with pleasure. With his fist still balled in her hair, he let himself come all over her smooth, tan back before collapsing on top of her. Amelia stood up soon after and kissed him slowly on the mouth. She then went about sliding on her skirt and buttoning her top. Once her outfit was settled, she forced a palm through her messy hair, met Cole's eyes and winked before heading out his front door. She had gotten exactly what she came for. Are you kinky? Do you wonder? Most of us think we are maybe a little kinky. But there is more to kinkiness than the occasional use of a kitchen utensil in bed. Just how kinky do you think you really are? Shall we find out? Take the following ten question quiz. 1.) During sex with your partner, you are most liable to: > a.) Spank your partner > b.) Spank yourself > c.) Spank your mother > d.) Spank your great aunt Edna 2.) You have had a long day at the office and, when you walk in the door, your partner tells you he/she wants to spice it up tonight. Does that usually mean: > a.) Indian cuisine for supper again > b.) A spanking after supper > c.) A spanking and a flogging after supper > d.) A spanking, flogging, caning, water sports and a branding after supper 3.) You are involved in some rather vigorous lovemaking with your partner when he/she shouts "Hi Ho Silver". Does this make you think of: > a.) Work you left undone at the office > b.) The Lone Ranger > c.) Tonto > d.) The Lone Ranger and Tonto riding Silver 4.) A paddle is for: > a.) Playing ping pong > b.) Playfully teasing your partner > c.) Turning your partner's bottom a nice cheery red > d.) Turning your partner's entire body a nice cheery red 5.) You buy your sex toys at: > a.) The local discount store > b.) The local garden store > c.) The local adult bookstore > d.) All of the above 6.) In your opinion, silk is best used for: > a.) Designer outfits > b.) Kinky lingerie > c.) Blindfolds > d.) Ropes 7.) In most instances, you get your sexual advice from: > a.) Your mom > b.) Your best friend > c.) Your therapist > d.) All of the above 8.) The most erotic sexual fantasy you have ever had involved: > a.) Your therapist > b.) Your best friend > c.) Your mom > d.) All of the above at the same time 9.) You prefer your partners to be: > a.) Blonde/Blonde > b.) Brunette > c.) Redhead > d.) One of each 10.) The last time you had sex was: > a.) Last Month > b.) Last Week > c.) Last night > d.) Having sex right now Now, time to tally up your score. For every A answer, give yourself 1 point. For every B answer, give yourself 2 points. For every C answer, give yourself 3 points. For every D answer, give yourself 4 points. Total Score **1–10 Kinkiness is not abnormal.** Nor is normality abnormal. Sex should be enjoyed, not scrutinized. You may believe you are a kink but frankly you are pretty vanilla. Try again. **11-20 Hmmm.** You enjoy tripping the light fantastic and exploring new avenues. You delight in the temptations of the flesh. You find candles lit during sex to be erotic. You are a fanatic in the bedroom. You love to explore and try new things. You enjoy hot fragrant steamy baths as well. Nothing is off limits to you. You rule the roost and know it. And you leave your partner virtually breathless. You may also leave your virtual partners' breathless. Keep up the good work! **21-30 Rock it baby!** Neither age nor gender will keep you from getting some. You enjoy the wild side of life and trip the light fantastic as often as you can. True, you may wait until the weekend to let your kinkiest side emerge but it is well worth the wait! Your partner undoubtedly thinks you are the absolute. You enjoy a playful yet exciting sex life. You get it on as often as possible and you never let fatigue be a determent. Work never comes first, life is for the living. You love sex and enjoy it often! Nothing will stop you from getting some. Not even your mama. Knock boots, baby. Take it where you can get it! **31-40 What can be said for the King of Kink? Or the Queen for the matter?** You rule the sexual world, my friend. We poor normal people can only hope to one day be blessed to be in your presence if only for a few short moments. We will squirm and wiggle, desperate to be noticed. And when you lift your strong whipping arm, a giggle of desire may escape our pert lips. You rock our world and we just live to be near you. You understand the meaning of BDSM and you use it like the tool it was meant to be. You keep us from dying of boredom. And you bask in our worship of you, mere mortals that we are, knowing you ARE a sexual God. Thank you!

**_CAST_** Adrienne Wilkinson – Eve Tsianina Joelson –Varia Ingrid Park – Serita Julie Strain – Daphmina Amy Smart – Aimee Kristin Davis – Sonya Emily Perkins – Constance Reese Fairchild – Cyane Chrissy Masey – Chrissy Alissa Wilkins – Alissa **INTRODUCTION FROM THE AUTHOR, J. JASPER MARTIN...** ** _The story you are about to read is made completely of my own imagination, and that of the inspiring fans, and more over, the wondrous ideas given by the radiant Alissa Wilkins. Whom I have named to be my co-writer for "The Amazon Journals."_** ** _This story and those that fallow in the dubbed to be "The Amazon Journals", are the adventurous sexual explorations of Eve during her time among the Amazon nation in which was under the rulership of the Amazon Queen, Varia. I have named actresses to play these parts. The women named as actresses for the chosen characters, in no way have ever had anything to do with these stories. There for I submit that this is complete and utter fiction, and any names of fake or real persons to have ever had anything close in their lives to do with these events, take heed. It is by far a coincidence. That said... enjoy this work of fiction brought to you by J. Jasper Martin and Alissa Wilkins. Thank you._** I. "Rhea bathed her dark beautiful skin in the cool sparkling water of the pond. My sex going mad with heat as I watched my sister Amazon in all of her Glory. I just could not blame Joxer for spying on us that day which passed almost by a whole month since." Eve let out a slight squeal as her felt herself near the edge of her orgasm as she read the story of a royal orgy in the Amazon history. "I was taken back when Rhea had began to touch herself in the same place my hand had went. She never struck me as the girl brave enough to do so. But as I live and breath, her hand was below and working into her sex with a fast and frantic fury. The vigorous way she pumped her fingers into herself gave me the expression that she hadn't had this kind of pleasure before. All so new, she just had to bath herself in it." " 'ERIS!' I heard a stern voice say my name, and I looked back to see my Queen, Cyane had caught me pleasuring myself while watching Rhea. 'You depraved harlot!' my queen had called me. 'Rhea, get up here.' She had called her." "Oh." Eve groaned, feeling herself all over her small body. Her hands taking in her soft delicious breasts, squeezing and pulling at the nipples as she read on. "I was scared out of my mind, mortified that my Amazon sister Rhea knew that I was touching myself inappropriately while she bathed. I stood there waiting for something to happen but only found Rhea and Cyane laughing with one another, thoughts running through my embarrassed mind over what they would say or do. 'Eris'. Rhea said my name as she came up to me. 'You've done something really bad, really naughty.' She was laughing at me. 'You must be punished.' My eyes rested on her in fear as Cyane came face to face with me. 'That's right Eris, you've broken a sacred Amazon law.' She and Rhea began laughing harder at me. 'Thou shalt not pleasure thine own self.'..." "Oh Gods!" Eve was breathing harder again, arching her womb up into the air as she pumped her fingers deeper and deeper into herself. "Oh Gods, oh gods!" she was squealing hard with her fingers pumping faster and faster. "EVE!!!" Varia's voice cried out. Eve was near her point of orgasm when her new mistress Varia had walked in on her. Frightening her to a halt, leaving her as she was, fingers in her pussy and scared look in her eyes. "One is forbidden to please her own self, you whore!" Varia's stern and dominating voice echoed through Eve's mind. "For this abomination onto our ways you've just committed," Varia grasped Eve by her hair and pulled her hard to her feat. "You will be punished, severely!" * * * * * Varia escorted Eve into a large room she had appeared in once before, when the tribe was dead set on ending her life. A large group sat before her on small sacks used like chairs. They were women that Eve had come to recognize over the short few days she had been in this tribe. The blonde haired young one, Cyane, far too young to be so old in mind and spirit. She had this smirk curving into the right of her cheek upon seeing Eve brought into the room. Another woman on the council that sat before Eve was Daphmina. A dark haired warrior. Tall and powerful, big all over, near her middle age. Though she was thin, her muscles were there to show their might to any who made the question. To the left of Daphmina was Serita. A firy red head... beautiful for any age, even reaching her fortieth year. Her lips were full and almost as red as the face make up. Her bosoms pushed through her top, heaving with every breath she took. She had the curves that caused a compulsive itch inside Eve's sex. Her eyes stared lustfully up and down Eve's slim and short and sexy form. Giving a deep soul kiss to Eve from afar. Constance sat on Cyane's right. She was eighteen years of age, as Eve had come to learn, but she looked no older than that of a thirteen year old child. When Eve found herself having fantasies about this young girl for the first time, she felt a pang of guilt, even knowing her real age. Her long brunette hair fell down to her backside, adding on even more of her young child like persona. She really impressed eve the night they first met when the warrior woman found out that this young child like was by far the youngest girl to ever be let into the Amazon council. Her face made many think of her as a dunce, but when her mouth opened up and words formed themselves, she would bring philosophers to their knees. With her arm around the brunette, Constance, was the other blonde of the group Aimee. A goddess like beauty shined through her bright eyes that seemed to sparkle. Her blonde hair waving down like angels hair past her shoulders. Her lips brought on a breath taking imagination of kiss when looking at them. She would at times press those wonderful lips against Constance's neck or cheek before looking back at Eve. Her small but tasteful breast pressed up against her lovers shoulder blade. One seat was missing a body. The council member that Eve had become acquainted with just the day before. Eve felt a slight sadness that she wasn't here today. As far as she figured, the young Amazon was on a mission of peace, seeing as she was the peace keeper of the Amazon nations. _I miss Chrissy already._ Eve thought. The tall woman on the far left of the Amazon's was Sonya. The Greek/Russian Amazon from the north. Her jaw set strong and straight... Her body tight and slim, shinning in the light with its slight tan. Her light brown hair falling to just above her shoulders, curling all over. Eve had the good fortune, much earlier in the few days she'd been here, to experience the insatiable tongue lashings this woman gave. Varia left Eve in the middle of the room as she went to sit cross legged in the Queen's seat. Her milky thighs bringing a rush of heat to Eve's face as she laid her eyes upon them. The Amazon Queen of this tribe kept her eyes sternly on the nervous and near trembling Eve. "What crime, my Queen..." Cyane spoke from beside her Queen. "... Has this young Roman bitch committed this time?" "She has committed a very serious injustice to us all, sisters." Varia glared at Eve before letting her eyes look from one side to the other at her Amazon sisters. "She dared to let her juices be spread without so much as offering them to her sisters." "You selfish little bitch." Aimee scowled Eve. Serita's eyes moved to a glare. "You come to us, asking our love and forgiveness, and you do not even have the respect to share your juices with any one but your greedy little self." "You should be ashamed of yourself, you self absorbed harlot!" Constance pointed her finger accusingly at Eve. "This little tramp must be punished." Daphmina snarled. Sonya whispered words that Eve could not hear into Serita's ear. Brining a sadistic grin to the woman's sexy lips. Serita leaned over to Daphmina and seemed to share the words that were given to her. Daphmina did the same into Varia's ear, bringing a soft snort of a laugh from the Queen, who in tern share the words with Cyane, who passed them to Constance. A giggling Constance whispered the same to Aimee who laughingly almost whispered the same to no body, catching herself almost forgetting that Chrissy wasn't around today. "Well, you selfish little whore." Varia spoke. "We've decided on a punishment for you, but remember. You try to get out of it, and we will add more and more." "We should make her bark like a little doggy." Constance cooed as Aimee's lips pressed against her bare shoulder. "What is with you and people barking, Constance?" Sonya asked. "I find it amusing." She commented. Serita stood up and began walking towards Eve, looking over her shoulder at the others in the council. "I have a wonderful idea." Leaning in close to Eve's ear she whispered to the woman. "Tell me something, dear. What is it you are the most reluctant to do?" "Why should I tell you?" Eve asked. "Because..." Serita's hand grasped Eve's tight little round buttocks. "... the punishment will be grave and dear if you don't. Be sure to answer me honestly too." Eve remained silent and would not speak until Varia rose from her throne and ordered Eve to answer the woman's question. "Being... being watch by..." Eve looked down in sorrow. "Being watched by other women." She covered her face with her hands. Feeling Serita release her soft buttocks as the red head moved back to her place in the council. "I say..." she said. "Have her strip her cloths from her body, right where she stands. For, of course, our amusement." "I like that." Constance giggled as Aimee nibbled her ear. "Me too." Daphmina said. "Yeah!" Sonya jeered. Eve stood there holding herself, clothed in her average attire with her red pants clinging to her thighs, causing a slight discomfort in her sexual state. Her body closer to a shiver as she cowered in the lustful eyes of the circle of Amazon's. She could feel their heat burning through her entire body as her eyes wondered from one to the other. "You've heard them." Varia said. "STRIP YOU WHORE!" She yelled out to Eve, causing the dark haired beauty to jump in her place. "Oooooh!" Aimee moaned. "Make her do that again when she's done stripping." "You'd better do as she says, _LIVIA_." Serita coxed the young girl. "You can save yourself a lot of punishment if you do." "Please,..." Eve choked. "Don't make me do this. Don't make me take off my cloths right here. Right in front of you all." "Tie her up,..." Serita spoke softly into Varia's ear. "Tie her up and let me strip her. She obviously will deserve all the punishment we can dish out." "Perhaps you're right, Serita." Varia agreed. Varia then snapped her fingers at two of the council members. Daphmina and Sonya rose from their places and stood before Constance and Aimee, who both lifted their legs in the air. Constance's yellow stalkings pulled from her legs by Sonya, while Daphmina pulled Aimee's green, foul skinned panties off. Then Sonya and Daphmina moved over to Eve, smirking at the fear in the young girls eyes as they snapped the panties and stalkings like belts before grasping Eve and tying her hands behind her back with the panties. One of the yelled stalkings tied around her neck, softly, but firm enough to use like a leash. The other stalking was tied over her eyes, wrapped around twice to ensure darkness into her eyes. "Please?" Eve pleaded with a low whine. "Don't do this. Don't take my cloths off right here. I cannot do this!" She was trying a sob. "Hush up, you trollop." Varia said as she nodded for Sonya to begin. "Remove her top first and then stop and wait for my further orders." "Yes, my Queen." She obeyed. Eve sobbing silently as she felt Sonya's knuckled touching her flesh above her breast, just under the fabric of her top. "Stop crying, Livia. You know you enjoy this as much as I do." Sonya jeered as she made a quick rip at Eve's top. Bringing a lustful gasp from the women of the council as her breast bounced out of the fabric. Her nipples hard already as they could well see. Serita sitting in her place with her hands squeezing hard against the fabric of her seat while her tongue seductively wet her lips. "Oh!" Constance moaned. "She is so beautiful my queen." "You want her my child?" Varia asked. Bringing a curious thought to Eve's mind that passed as quickly as it came. "Ooooh, yes I do mo,... my Queen." She wiggled up from her seat to her Queen, staring lustfully at Eve. "You shall have her shortly, my sweet." Varia gave a quick kiss to the young girls lips. Constance moved back to her seat, staring at Eve with an almost impatient stare. "Hard to believe she is only eighteen, my queen." Cyane commented as her eyes locked on the brunette child like. "Indeed it is." Varia looked from the young girl and then back to Eve. "Tell me something, Eve. Livia... are you truthfully embarrassed to be seen by us? Are you so shy?" Eve nodded slowly, her eyes straining to catch any bit of light from beyond the blind fold that covered them. Feeling a little twinge of guilt at that lie. She was shy and embarrassed, but not as much as she was putting herself out to be. In fact, she felt herself growing wet in her sex as felt the cool air breeze cross her breast, and at the feeling of knowing all of those piercing eyes were on her body, lusting after her flesh. With a loud cry from Eve, she felt a pair of hands grasping around her waist and yanking her red pants down to her ankles exposing her thin patch of dark pubic mound to the entire room of women with drooling mouths. "Mmmmm." Eve recognized the moan next to her to belong to Varia. She knew then that it was Varia who pulled her pants to her ankles. "I may have had my lick at this tasty little box of yours, but it defiantly looks even more delicious today, wouldn't you agree, Constance?" Constance seemed to wiggle and fidget more and more in her seat as her eyes devoured Eve's naked body from head to toe. Drinking Eve's naked flesh into her mind more and more as her pussy began to ache for attention. Aimee knowing Varia's nod to mean not to give Constance any release at this particular moment. "Please stop this?" Eve begged. "I didn't know that law. I'm so sorry... forgive me... just stop this, please, stop." "You should have thought with better judgment." Varia whispered coldly into Eve's ear. "Little sluts like you are the reason the law was made... besides, if everyone knew this law, we wouldn't be having all this fun, now would we?... oh..." Varia giggled. "I almost forgot. I owe little Constance there something she wanted to see." Eve yelped and jumped with a start as she felt Varia's hand make a nice firm swat on her naked backside. Bringing a little sting with the connect. The council burst into a loud round of laughter, while Constance let out a gasping moan as got to see those juicy tits of Eve's bounce naked this time. Her pussy growing as wet as Eve's as to show her enjoyment for that show. Eve's face went crimson red with blush as she heard the laughter rise from the council. Feeling herself weaken with humiliation as their laughter echoed through her ears. Her naked backside with a red hand print from Varia. "You shouldn't let yourself grown too embarrassed right now, Eve." Varia said. "It's getting worse for you soon. This is nothing at all... Livia!" A slight tear leaving Eve's eye caused Varia too laugh and make her voice into that of a giddy child's while she teased her. "Is little Evie going to cry?... is little Livia sad standing here with her bare bottom all red?... bad girl... you shouldn't cry... you bad little girl. Don't make auntie Varia spank you again." Eve sniffled as another tear escaped in her humiliation. "Oh!" Varia mocked her. "Looks like our little Livie needs another spanking on her cute little bottom." "No!" Eve squealed in horror. "Don't you talk back to me you little strumpet!" Varia glared at Eve before her hand made a nice hard, not so painful swat on Eve's backside. "You are a dirty little girl, Livia!" She teased into Eve's ear. "You need to be punished for being such a dirty tramp... (Smack)... you slut... (smack)... how dare you pleasure yourself (smack) without asking anybody if they wanted (smack) some." "Stop! Please!" Eve cried out. The other Amazon's were laughing at her humiliation. "Look at her face!" Aimee was laughing hard while holding her stomach while almost rolling on the floor. Constance would have joined in, but her eyes were drawn to Eve's breast. The way they looked when the bounced in the air as she jump with each swat Varia's hand landed against her bare arse. Even in her embarrassment, Eve could feel her thighs getting even more and more wetter with every sharp crack she felt land against her bottom. This, though humiliating, was indeed becoming a very big turn on for Eve. "You shouldn't have made us tie you up for being such a prudish bitch." Varia snarled into Eve's ear. "I know you, Livia. I know you like this... you used to do it to my mother a long time ago... You did it to many Amazons. Now its your day to pay the debt." Eve only wondered for a moment as to who Varia's mother way, but the thought was broken by a hand on the back of her neck, forcing her down to her knees. "Look at her." Serita stood and walked next to the young blind folded woman. "She's a perfect little pet for us." Varia looked to Aimee and made a 'come-here' motion with her head. The young blonde Amazon leaping to her feet at a chance to please her Queen, Varia. She walked slowly over to the Amazon Queen and knelt before her. Varia leaned down and whispered something in the blondes ear, bringing a slight giggled from behind her lips. Eve could scarcely hear what was being said, but something about sugar, blanket, feet, fruit, and something that sounded like ice. She heard more laughing, actually more like a cackle from Serita as Varia whispered what she was having Aimee do in a moment. "While Aimee is away doing that." Varia spoke to her council. "I believe that it's time to have some fun with our little slave... so dearest." She said to Constance. "Come closer." The women of the council rose from their places and crept closer to Eve. They reveled in her nervous shivers as she knelt in the middle of the room, her butt in the air as Varia commanded. Eve squealed when she felt two fingers pinch at some sensitive skin on her backside. Pumping forward as she felt three separate hands smack at her butt playfully. She felt something soothing her body, but making the heat rise inside. It was a pair of tiny hands feeling and massaging her breast. She began to let out small moans as she felt tongues, lips, and fingers exploring her body in various areas. Teasing her flesh with their wicked wanton hands and mouths, the Amazon women took into their enjoyment of her torture. Eve groaned softly as she felt what had to be two fingers from one persons small hand and another long middle finger from another woman's hand entering her pussy from behind, as a pair of hot glowing lips suckled at her left nipple. The tiny hand was still fondling her right breast as the lips sucked and tugged at the nipple of her left breast. She gasped allowed when she felt teeth sinking firmly, but in a gentle sense, into the flesh of her bare backside. The full lips making little kisses after every nibble the teeth make. A firm hand was massaging the other bum cheek while sticking a finger into Eve's back hole, a place nothing had ever been before. _Yikes!_ Right then, she knew it had to be Daphmina. Judging by the lips that pressed themselves against hers, familiar of course. They belonged to the blonde Cyane. Her tongue escaping Eve's lips and stealing away down her mouth. Cyane was passionately sucking Eve's lips against her own. Constance placed herself below Eve in a 69 position. Her tongue reaching up into the woman's wet pussy, creeping inside the warm hot folds, sending Eve into a whimpering frenzy with the abuse the women were giving her. She let out a louder squeal when she felt a large object make entrance into her snatch... while two firm hands grasped her hips and forced it further inside. Eve knew right then and there of what was inside of her while a tiny but satisfying tongue played with her clit. It was something much like the phallus she had shared with her long ago lover Alissa. How this large apparatus inside of her made her belly ache with the missing of Alissa. "Everybody stop!" Varia's voice commanded. "Noooooo!" Eve whined as the large tool was pulled from her wet and horny pussy. Adding to her punishment in a level she could not stand. "Shut up, Roman whore!" Varia snapped at the girl. "Why must we stop?" Constance complained. "We were having so much fun with her." "Because..." Varia purred into the young girls face. "I have something special in mind for her punishment to come. Aimee, come in now." Aimee walked into the room of the great council with a cart in the door way full of many items that brought a sadistic grin to Serita's face. The cart had fruits, sugar, sauces. It had a blanket below. There was a bowl filled with snow and alone with everything else, there was tiny little nine tail whip. "I never mentioned anything about needing a whip." Varia said, bringing a gasp and tremble from Eve, causing a loud round of laughter and cackles from the Amazons. "I thought my Queen would enjoy her guest having a little something special with her meal tonight." Aimee answered to her Queen. "See that ladies, Aimee's smart." Varia cackled as she wrapped her arms around the blonde and pulled her close into a warm wet kiss to be shared between the two lovers. A slight jealous look appearing on Constance's face at the scene. Disengaging herself from the passionate kiss with Aimee, Varia looked down at Eve, then to Sonya. "Remove her blindfold, I want her to let her eyes savor what gifts I have ordered for her's and our pleasure tonight." Eve felt a wash of relief flush over her when she felt Sonya's hands begin to until the knot that held her blind fold in place. Her eyes giving thanks to the light of the room as she looked around with little spots of bright colorful lights flashed in her eye pupils. When she finally got the bright colors to simmer down so that she may take in the room. She was taken by surprise with all those beautiful faces staring down at her short, tiny, and slim but radiant body. She felt herself wash over with another surprise as she noticed that they had all undressed themselves, probably before engaging in their teasing touches to her body, which left her in dire need of sexual release. She looked towards Varia who stood next to the cart they spoke of... her eyes widening with fear when she spotted the nine tailed whip. "Please... don't hurt me." She whimpered softly as a child would. The Amazon's around her cackling and laughing at her innocent plead of mercy, which they knew would not be answered. "Constance..." Varia ordered the girl, motioning for her to come close for her to whisper something into her ear. "Yes, My Queen." Constance obeyed. "Yes, my what?" Varia pulled the girl back to her. "Alright..." She rolled her eyes with a large smile, "Yes mommy." She giggled, then pecked Varia on the lips with a kiss before kneeling to the cart to do whatever Varia ordered her to do. Varia saw the questioning look in Eve's eyes and merely laughed... "Yes,... though I'm not old enough to have an eighteen year old child. I could still have adopted one I found in a an old village once." Eve found herself staring at the kneeling child like girl, who gathered a bowl with a sauce that looked to be made from fruit, and a bowl with sugar inside of it. She admired the young girl, and began thinking about what was said. If she girl were maybe eleven or twelve years of age, she would have been young enough to have been Varia's. Eve couldn't help but wonder if Varia and this girl ever actually touched one another like she did with her own mother Xena. "Oooooh!" Serita moaned, bringing Eve's attention back to the scene. Eve stared as Constance smeared the fruit sauce in a thin straight line from the top of Serita's thigh, down to her toes, skillfully. _She's done that before_ Eve thought as she watch the girl even more skillfully, like a cook one might say, sprinkle the sugar into the straight line of sauce. Before rising from her knees, Constance made a slow lick through Serita's pussy lips. Causing a shiver to arise from the woman's body. "Naughty girl." Serita chuckled as she gave the girl a kiss on the lips before letting her walk away. Eve looked around the room, watching the staring eyes lock onto hers. Varia's arms crossing her naked chest while her foot began tapping the ground. Her face looked onto Eve with a stern glare. "Don't you fucking make me tell you what we want to watch you do!" She scowled at the dark haired Eve. Eve was taken back by the way Varia scowled at her. She of course did have an idea, but was very afraid to be wrong... but she saw no other alternative but to risk it. Her face moved in close to Serita's leg, her tongue lovingly extending outward towards Serita's flesh to take in the fruit sauces that streaked the woman's thigh to her toes. Eve's tongue lapped a little patch of the sauce away from Serita's flesh before closing her lips to savor the taste. Her lips then moved slowly but directly down to Serita's toes, sucking them in to take up all of the fruit sauce that rest on them. Moaning as she began to suckle each toe one by one. Making the slowly seductive suckle and then lavishing a kisses on them before running her tongue over them, then to kiss em again. "She's REALLY good at this." Serita moaned as she felt Eve's lips and tongue trail the straight line of fruit sauce mixed with sugar up the red heads ankle, followed by her shin to calves. "Oh!" She groaned. "She's going to make me cum this way." Serita had always been known by how easily she could achieve orgasm. Just by looking and concentrating on her lovers sex long enough, she could make herself convulse in a small orgasm. So this was no surprise to the Amazons, but a big surprise to Eve. "Higher!" She squealed. "Oh Gods! Go Higher, Livia."... "ouch!" She cried out at she felt Eve's teeth bite into her flesh. "Oooooh, you nasty little bitch." Eve found herself becoming hypnotized by the movements in Serita's hips. The woman was thrusting herself into something that wasn't even there. Her whole body swallowing in the pleasure that Eve's tongue brought on over the lapping of the fruit sauces. "YES!" She was crying out as she struggled to let Eve continue further up her thighs with her snacking on the delicious fruit. "LIVIA!!!!" Serita cried out as her orgasm shoot through her body, rocking her every which way with satisfied lust convulsing through her. She fell to the ground in a gasping heap, moaning softly while a large smile on her face as she roamed her hands over her naked flesh. Her breasts heavy high in the air. Her breath ragged in unison of the giggles that echoed through the chamber as the Amazons watched their sex hungry sister take in a dumb smile, as if she'd seen the faces of the Gods. "Now, Eve..." Varia looked around and scoffed. "I'm not sure we can call that a punishment, seeing as you enjoyed it." Eve's head lowered and her eyes stared down on the floor in sadness. Wiping a tear from her eye with her little hand as she kept her head lowered. Placing her finger under Eve's chin and lifting her face up to her face. "Oh darling, what's the matter?" In a whisper Eve reached her lips to Varia's ears to speak. "My pussy itches." Varia slapped her across the face, catching her wide eyed. "Don't you dare whisper to me. You will speak up for all of my sisters to hear you." "My... m-my..." Eve was unable to make the words form from her lips unto the women who stood and giggled and chuckled. "My... pussy itches." She mumbled the world. "SPEAK UP!!!" Varia shouted. "MY PUSSY ITCHES!!!" Eve cried out, bringing a series of laughter and cackles from the Amazon's who stood around in audience. Her eyes filled with tears and anger as they glared up at Varia. Her humiliation surging through her body, bringing the hard feeling of sorrow inside. Within this sorrow, she was also feeling exquisitely turn on. Varia walked over to her throne and called over shoulder out to Eve. "Hey, Livia, shake that ass over here." Eve didn't want to move, but something compelled her to move over to the Amazon Queen, reluctantly. "STOP!" Varia called out when Eve was right at the bottom of Varia's throne. Varia then looked at the young girl. "On your knees..." she ordered. With her hands still bound behind her in back, Eve managed to kneel again before the throne of the Amazon Queen. Staring her angry eyes into those of the woman who commanded her sexual torment. "Constance." Varia called to her adopted daughter. "Give Livia a little taste of her pussy pie for me, baby." Pushing Eve lower to where her bum was once again in the air, Constance landed a couple of swats on her new playthings buttocks before pushing her small fingers into the squealing girls pussy. "Oooooh!" Eve moaned as she felt those tiny fingers penetrated her hot, wet pussy from behind her up in the air, ass. "Yes..." Varia groaned as her own fingers found entrance to her pussy while watching the nasty scene of her daughter finger fucking her slave. "Pump those tiny fingers in her cunt for mommy, dear." Constance lowered her head down to Eve's buttocks and let her lips plant soothing kisses over the small woman's cheeks. Her tongue extending itself over her tender reddened flesh, slowly lapping up the small welts as her fingers drove in and out of Eve's pussy. "Don't stop." Eve found herself moaning. "Please keep doing that... Please don't stop... please don't stop... don't stop... don't... OHHH GODS!" Eve was pushing back into Constance's fingers, trying her best to get them as deep into her wet juice dripping sex as possible. Her passion arise with the feeling of pleasure building more and more in her body. Her belly trembling inside as she felt the heat burning hotter with every in thrust made by Constance's fingers. "Oooooh, my goodness." Serita jeered. "It looks like our Queen's slave is enjoying herself too much." "You are right as always Serita." Varia agreed. Eve was far too lost in her pleasure to pay any attention to the women in the room. The only person that she wanted to keep her concentration on was her lover and mistresses adopted daughter, Constance. "Enough, dearest." Varia said to Constance. "Let her taste her juices now, before we punish her further." "Yes mommy." Constance looks lustfully into her step mothers eyes. Eve becomes irritated by the sudden withdrawal of the young girls fingers from her pussy. Only to find herself even more aroused when Constance takes hold of her hair and commands Eve to suckle her little fingers. "Mmmmm" Eve moans as her lips close seductively over Constance's fingers, savoring her dirty pussy juices that smeared them. "Yeah, Livia." Sonya knelt beside the two, her hands fondling at Eve's breasts. Squeezing them and bouncing them in her hands. "Suck those nasty fingers, you whore." "ENOUGH!" Came the loud command from Varia. "Before we carry on through the night of her punishment, I am granting one cum for this slut." She stepped down to Eve who stared into her eyes. "One cum for you and only one, do you understand me Livia." Eve nodded slowly as Varia looked to her Amazon sisters, nodding to them as a sign of what to do. Sonya rose up and she and Daphmina left the room for a short moment while Varia stood above Eve with a wicked smile on her face as she ordered Cyane to hold Eve's shoulders. Then looking down to Eve and taking the young girls chin into her hand and slowly lowering her lips down to Eve's for a sweet and tender kiss. Their lips making a fine tune in the air as their eyes remained locked onto one another. Varia made a low moan as she tasted Eve's juices on her lips from her resent suckling off of Constance's own fingers. As Eve and Varia let their kiss come to an end, Sonya and Daphmina entered the room with a long, pure white, satin sheet. Cyane lifted Eve to her feet, the young girl looking from Sonya to Daphmina, her body heat rising slowly as she took to heart what they were playing to do with it. Sonya placed her end of the satin white sheet in Serita's hands. Daphmina doing the same, giving her end to Aimee. Cyane and Constance standing left and right to Varia, watching as the two women with the sheet began to circle Eve slowly. Eve felt her skin shiver as the sheet rubbed over her shoulders and chest, wrapping gently around her body. Her lips curved into a large smile as her flesh took to the sensual pleasurable feeling of the thin pure white satin touching her all over her body. "Now my sisters." Varia let out a breathless command to Sonya and Daphmina. Who obeyed by placing Eve's arms over their shoulders. Eve's right arm over Daphmina's shoulder, as her left draped over Sonya's. The two strong women then reached down and took the light headed woman's knees, there by lifting her up into the air. Her legs forced spread apart as she allowed herself to be propped up on these women. Aimee gave her end of the satin to her sister with a passionate kiss embrace and break. She then walked behind Eve, crouching seductively to allow Serita to give her her end of the satin again. Leaving the sheet spread out long under Eve's spread legs. "Now my Amazons." Varia strained to speak in her breathlessness. Her passion arising as she took in the exquisitely arousing scene before her. Serita and Aimee winked at one another as they slowly rose the sheet up into Eve's hot throbbing sex. Letting a gust of wind enter through the opening of the chamber. Other Amazon's out side, looking in on the enchanting scene. Eve let out a low exotic moan as the satin began to makes it sensual wave between her legs. Seeming to breath its cool, seductively soft self into her open sex. Her head arching back as her eyes closed. Her body taking in the wonderful feeling of the very soft fabric rubbing at her lower opening, with the help of the two Amazon sisters, causing the waves to make the right movement into her. "Eve is so beautiful, mother." Constance whispered into Varia's ear. The Queen taking her adopted daughter close to her as her eyes tailed to her other side, locking into the eyes of the blonde Cyane. Their hands embracing as they stood and watched the exotic show before them. "Happy birthday sweetheart." Varia kissed Constance's forehead as they watched on. "This is far from over, dearest. You will have her all to yourself by night fall." Constance stared at Eve's body. Her blood boiling with the lust she felt for her. Much like the way she felt for Chrissy. Of course, Chrissy was far from allowing her heart to be shared with another woman. Constance hoped and prayed to her Amazon Goddess

in the heavens above, that Eve would be willing to share it. "Yessssss." Eve hissed as she felt herself build to orgasm, a long awaiting orgasm the satin was going to present to her. Eve's head had come back down to be throw back again into the air as the tears of happiness swelled from her eyes to fall for her smiling lips to take taste of as she squealed in delight. Her body arching and convulsing softly as she felt the waves course through her, bringing her higher and higher into the heavens of sexual bliss. She opened her eyes and stared at Constance, Varia, and Cyane. Her mind reeling with the energy of sexual rush that surged through her and sparked her internal fuse. She was contempt with giving herself to every last Amazon in this room and outside of it, until she had gained their forgiveness. Seeing as she was being pleasured by their charming use of satin sheets, she knew then and there that this would be a long and time consuming chore. A chore she'd love every waking day of her life. The Amazon's watched with utter lustful gleams in their eyes, as Eve threw her body back and forth, her face grimacing as she found herself finally letting loose into the throws of her orgasm. Her body rocking in the arms of her new Amazon lovers as they held her up for the sheet to do its desirable work to her. Eve shuddered and trembled in her orgasm with one thought in her mind... the name of the only person she'd loved and left behind. _Alissa_ Her mind screamed in orgasmic agony. _Alissa_ Her heart pounded in the walls of her chest. _Alissa..._ * * * * * ** _To Continue in "T.A.J II – Constance's Gift._** I just turned twenty-one. I tell you that not because I'm considered old enough to drink now but because that was the date I told my boyfriend, Sam, I wanted to wait until before having sex. I've been denying him real sex for two years now. That's not to say we don't do other stuff. I doubt he would have kept dating me if I didn't do anything. Most the time I suck his dick or use my hand until he cums to satisfy him. He plays with my breasts and I let him finger my pussy and even my little bum hole. We do 69 a lot and he says he loves to eat my pussy and finger me. But up to now his penis has never been inside of me down there. That's all about to change tonight, I'm sure, because my time is up. I'm twenty-one and out of excuses. I'm a little nervous, but excited at the same time. I mean... I love how his fingers feel when he plays with my clitoris and then penetrates me with one or two of his fingers; even in the ass it feels good. But his fingers are much smaller than his penis. When I suck Sam off his width and length sometimes hurt my mouth. Even when I use my hand I can't touch my big finger and thumb around his middle. He's that wide, so the idea of him putting something that large down there makes me somewhat uneasy. Of course he told me he would go as slow as possible, so not to hurt me, but even then I have a feeling it's going to hurt regardless. I'm worried I won't go through with it and he'll get mad and possibly do something bad to me. He's a nice guy and all, I've just been denying him so long that I'm afraid of what he'll do if I don't let him. I've considered sucking him really good and making him cum fast so he won't want to or won't be able to have sex but I don't know if that will work. He might not let me finish him off or even if I do, I'm pretty sure he can get hard again rather quickly. Then if he has cum once I've heard it will take longer the second time. Longer inside me isn't something I want, at least not the first time. It's really a miracle I'm still a virgin at twenty-one in the first place. I guess my talent at blowjobs and handjobs paid off. I've learned to love giving them and apparently it's something that some girls won't do. Which doesn't make sense to me at all. Who wouldn't want to suck on a guy's hard dick? It seems so natural to me. I love the texture in my mouth, the ridges of the head where it meets the shaft. The veins, the pulsing blood I can feel with my lips and tongue. It gets me wet just thinking about it. Maybe it's the salty taste and thick pre-cum the other girls don't like but I love it. I like to make it as messy as I can and coat his dick with my saliva and his pre stuff. The wetter the better really. I can usually get Sam to cum in less than a minute if I want, but that takes all the fun out of it. I like bringing him close to climax and then delaying it until he's begging to cum. The longer I tease him like that the more he ejaculates. Some days he absolutely covers me in the stuff, which causes problems with my hair and makeup so I've learned to move him to my breasts or try and swallow it all. Swallowing it all is difficult, especially if he is really excited. I don't know about other guys but Sam's quantity is more than I can handle most days. Anyway, he's coming over to my place any minute and the only thing we have planned tonight is sex. Yep, no dinner, no movie, no nothing, just sex. That's all he wants to do. I guess I can't exactly blame him. We started dating when I was nineteen. He tried to get into my pants on the third date so I had to think fast and distract him before it went too far. Grabbing his hard dick did just the trick. He seemed very content with me stroking it. That's when I learned how big it was, and is kind of the reason I made the twenty-one rule. I didn't think we'd still be together this long. I mean I was only nineteen how was I supposed to know it would last two more years. That third date, when I grabbed his dick for the first time, was the beginning. I knew if I didn't make him cum some way he would want to have sex so I ended up stroking him until he exploded onto his own stomach and chest. That was also the first time I'd seen so much cum before. It just kept spurting out all over him, big long ropes of white cum like squeezing a tube of toothpaste several times until it's empty. The next date he expected to have sex for sure. I mean the third date he gets a handjob why wouldn't he expect sex? That was when I came up with making him wait until I was twenty-one. He wasn't very happy about that so to make him okay with the idea I sucked him off for the first time. Let's just say I had to wash my hair twice to get all of his semen out of it. I think he came more than the time before. I meant to break it off with him after that, but there was something about him that kept me interested and saying yes when he asked me out again. Now after two years I've fallen madly in love with him and wouldn't want it to end ever. Another reason why I'm worried about tonight. I know I have to go through with it or risk losing him. The anticipated knock on my door comes. He's here. It's now or never. I open the door to a grinning school boy. He looks so excited it's almost comical. "Hey, you're early," I say. "Yeah, I drove fast," he replies. "Are you sure you don't want to eat first or see a movie?" "Positive, and you know why, Jill." "Yeah, two years, yada yada. I know... I'm finally twenty-one; you've been waiting for this day forever. Except it's my birthday... don't I deserve dinner? A present? At least. I mean you're acting like this is your birthday," I say, narrowing my eyes for effect. "After... we can do whatever you want after." "Yeah sure, if I can walk... after." "Oh come on, you're not going to start that again. I promised to go slow, you'll be fine." "Really? And you know that how? In case you forgot you're fucking huge and look at me I'm five foot nothing and ninety-eight pounds. You'll probably rip me in half." He didn't respond. He actually looked like he was getting angry. I might have taken my nervousness too far and pissed him off. "I fucking knew it! I knew you would do this. I hoped you wouldn't but I was wrong," he says, turning to leave. I hadn't even asked him inside yet. He was still in the hallway of my apartment building. "No! Wait, Sam. Don't go. I'm sorry. Come in. I'll stop complaining. I promised and a promise is a promise," I say to get him to stop. He pauses in the hall, slowly turns and walks back. I open the door wide and let him pass into my living room. He stops in the center and turns back to me as I shut the door. He's dressed in his standard jeans and a t-shirt. He didn't even dress up for the occasion. Probably because he wasn't planning on staying dressed for long. I on the other hand had done myself up like prom. Curled my hair, had my nails done, and was even wearing my cutest sundress. The one that is so short if I bend over even a little my butt cheeks show. He loves it, says it drives him nuts to see me in it. It accentuates everything about my body. Even my small breasts seem bigger in it. "I got all dressed up?" I say coyly. "Yeah, I notice. You look phenomenal, and you know what that dress does to me." "I do. That's the reason I wore it. I really want to do this, Sam, I'm just anxious is all. The first time is scary for a girl." "I know. I don't know how to make you feel more comfortable though. I mean... I can't make my dick smaller. It is what it is. All the shit talk about having a big dick isn't what it's cracked up to be. Most the time it's just annoying and frustrating." I have to giggle at that, "Bigger isn't better, huh?" I say. "Not in this case. With you anyway." I walk over to him, stand on my tippy toes and kiss him. He's almost a foot taller than me so he has to bend over, when I raise up, to kiss me when we are standing. He keeps his arms to his side, instead of wrapping them around me. I know he's still hesitant and mad at me. I decide I have to suck it up and just do this thing. Taking his hand I pull him toward my bedroom. I let him go, as he steps in, and walk to my bed. Slowly I bend over, putting my hands on my bed and crawl up on it while looking at his reaction over my shoulder. You see, I'm not wearing any panties and my ass and pussy are in full view since the sun dress is so short. His reaction is exactly what I was hoping for. First surprise, followed by a huge grin. I'm pretty sure he's not mad at me anymore. "You like? I shaved fresh this morning. I'm as smooth as a baby's butt," I say with a smile. "Me likey very much," he responds. "See, I've thought about it. It's not like I don't want to, Sam." "From the look of your lips you've been thinking quite a bit." "Well, don't just stand there, do something about it." He takes one giant step to the bed. I'm still kneeling on it with my ass in the air. He grabs my hips, pushing the sundress even further up, over my hips. I watch in anticipation as he lowers his head, licking my spine, down my back. His tongue continues over the crack of my ass, to my apparently wet lips. The rush of pleasure that engulfs me, when he opens me up with his tongue, takes my breath away, leaving me sputtering for air. He's had a lot of practice eating me, since that's pretty much all I've let him do. So needless to say he knows what gets me going. I push back on his face, wanting his tongue deeper in my slit. He feeds his tongue as deep as he can into my tight virgin hole, making me moan. I lay my head on my pillow, keeping my butt up in the air for him to continue licking. It doesn't take long before he adds a finger, skillfully bending it right where I like it while licking my tiny asshole. The anticipation of this night has me turned on more than ever before. I'm really hoping that's a good thing and I'll be able to adjust to his girth and length when the time comes. Whimpering in the pillow he continues to finger and lick both my holes until I scream with my climax. The noise is muffled by the pillow I'm holding onto like a vise but not by much. The contractions cause my hips to fall to the bed, and he is forced to stop. Once I gain some capacity back, I roll over and smile at him. I can feel my nipples pressing out on the dress, he really got me going and by the huge bulge in his jeans I know he liked it as well. "Wow, I'm really wet," I say. "Yes, you are," he returns, wiping his face. My eyes leave his, descending his form to the bulge in his pants. He knows what I'm looking at, it's impossible to hide. I bite my lip; he undoes his top button, then his zipper, letting his jeans fall to the floor. His enormous member is sticking out of the top of his underwear; the head is shiny with pre-cum. Before he pulls them down he removes his shirt. I bite my lip even harder. Remember when I told you there was something about him that kept me saying yes in the beginning. Well one of those things is his looks. He's gorgeous. He looks like an Abercrobmie & Fitch catalogue guy for hell sakes. Perfectly sculpted chest and abs and his piercing eyes melt me when he stares. His blond wavy hair is thick and he always keeps it nice for me. I'm a sucker for a body like his, but I'm not that shallow. I love him for everything else as well, promise. His shirt hits the ground; he kicks off his shoes, steps out of his pants and climbs on the bed toward me. His tongue travels from my left foot up my entire body to only stop where my dress is waded up on my stomach. Shivers attack my body, causing my nipples to harden once again. He helps me out of the dress, throwing it on the ground with his clothing. Our lips meet, then tongues in a passion filled kiss. He lowers his bottom half on top of mine. His large member presses onto my pubic mound, stimulating my already engorged clitoris. It's so big it feels like a large sausage between our bodies. After the kiss he nuzzles my neck, sending more chills through my body until his warm mouth envelopes my right nipple, causing me to arch into his penis. He presses down meeting my advances, smashing my clitoris further. I can feel his underwear on my wet lips; I'm probably soaking them with my excitement. "I'm ready, Sam." I whisper in his ear. He nibbles on my breast, driving me crazy, but still not moving to remove his underwear. He is taking it slow, almost too slow. By the time he finally uses his left hand to pull his shorts off I'm about ready to scream I want him so bad. He kicks them to the ground and lowers his naked body onto mine. The sensation is totally different, nothing between us but flesh. He's still too high to enter me, but I can feel his hard throbbing member on my pussy and the sensation makes me wild with want. "Now, Sam, take me now," I say grabbing his hair in my hands. My legs can't get wider but I do bring them up toward me, hoping that will open me up more. He moves back and I feel the head of his penis slide down over my lips to the bottom of my pussy. Our eye's lock on each other, he moves forward, I feel him spread the lips open and then the pressure begins. He stops, realizing the same thing. My heart rate increases, pounding in my chest as my worry and fears return. It doesn't feel like he can fit, almost like he's in the wrong spot, but I know he's not. I put on a brave face. Convincing him I'm okay and telling him with my eyes to keep going. He slowly moves forward, the pressure increases, something has to give and I know what will happen when it does. He doesn't move though, doesn't press the last ounce of force needed to enter me. My heart is racing now, my chest heaving. The pressure on my body becomes uncomfortable, I know I have to make the final push; he's too worried about hurting me. But it's inevitable. Rising slightly I place my hands on his hips, hold my breath and pull him into me. Something pops within my body, followed by a sharp pain; I cry out but silence it quickly. I feel him enter me. The sensation is a fullness I've not experienced. The sharp pain begins to subside and now is just a slight burn. I realize I have shut my eyes and have yet to let the air out of my lungs besides the small yelp. When I open, Sam is staring down at me with major concern on his face. He hasn't moved a muscle since I pulled him into me. He doesn't say a word; the worry in his eyes says everything. I feel my body trying to adjust to the large shaft, quivering around the foreign object. The pain has become a throb with each beat of my heart. Along with it, is pleasure. My clitoris is still erect, pulsing at the same time as the throb. I don't think his entire penis is inside of me, probably just half of it. He's too freaked out to move either way. "I'm fine. It's getting better," I say. "You sure? You don't look fine." "It had to be done, Sam. Really, it's feeling good," I lie. It doesn't really hurt anymore; it's just uncomfortable as big as he is. My hands are still on his hips and I notice, when I look down, that I have made deep indentions from my fingernails into his skin. Easing up my grip, I urge him to move, pulling him further inside of me. The fullness increases and I stop him, pushing him back. The movement causes a slight burn to return, as he slides over my damaged hymen. The friction also stimulates my clitoris, blending into pain and pleasure. A very odd sensation, another first. His expression changes as he moves slowly, I can see the pleasure it is causing in his face. I'm hoping it's good enough to get him off quickly. He begins to move on his own, without any coaxing from me. My hands leave his hips, falling to the bed where I grasp the sheet until my hands hurt. Each thrust is deeper, faster and I go numb. There's an odd buzzing in my head, my body seems strangely buoyant. My eyes blur, making it hard to focus on Sam above me. He's penetrating to deep and it feels like he's going to come out my throat. I don't want to stop him; I can tell he's getting close. He makes the same noises when I'm sucking him. I lose track of time, or how many times he thrusts in and out. Suddenly he's no longer in me, which is a very strange sensation in of itself. Hot cum splatters my stomach all the way to my breasts as he strokes his shiny member over my body. It's then I notice what's making his penis shiny, it's a mixture of my vaginal fluid and blood, making his head and shaft pinkish. He tries to hide it but it's too late, I know he's damaged me, but how bad? The throbbing hasn't gone away, even with his member out of me, if anything it's increased since nothings stimulating my clitoris now. The worry returns to his face. I can't move because I'm covered in cum, and I hurt. Smiling up at him I say, "Go get me a towel to clean up, sweetie." He half smiles back, but doesn't hide his worry. His eyes train down my body and when they fall between my legs he looks horrified. Before I can comment he jumps of the bed and practically runs out of the room, returning quickly with a towel. Instead of cleaning off the semen he presses the towel on my pussy, like he's trying to stop something. "You're bleeding pretty badly. It's all over the bed," he says. The ache is getting worse. I'm confident I won't be able to walk to the bathroom. I'm afraid to even move for fear of shaper pain. "Can you run some water for a bath and come back and carry me?" I ask. "Sure, good idea," he says, hurrying back out of my room. I hold the towel in place, afraid to do much more than that. I hear the water running. The semen is cooling off, making me chill and shiver. It looks like it was a good thing we didn't plan anything other than sex tonight. I'm not going to be up for anything else... maybe for a day or two. Sam rushes back into the room. He hasn't bothered putting any clothing on. His penis has fallen soft again and I can see the dried cracked blood mixture coating his penis. The thought of what it might have done to me makes me nauseous and I take deep breaths to calm myself. My insides are throbbing and I'm really looking forward to the warm soothing water. "Okay, I got the water running. I will just be a minute or two." I smile up at him. He looks like a frightened little boy, but his concern shows me that he really loves me. I know I'm going to be fine, sore yes, but eventually just fine. Hopefully in the near future I'll grow to love the size of his dick, just not today. **The End** _This story and its sequels contains: erotic MF coupling, romance, male oral, female oral, vaginal, doggy, tattoos, birth and incest._ _Copyright 2005 N8Dreams, All rights reserved under International and Pan- American Copyright Conventions._ _Author's Note: Feedback is desired. Email comments to: the address in my profile._ 1 Hi, Beautiful... Yes, I know you don't look quite like that anymore, but I expect that age has not taken its toll, but instead has paid it. Possibly a bit more padding on the current model, eh? And a bit of character in the face. 'Bella' went nuts when she saw that pic of my face...I guess she thought I was going to be a person without character. Faces with a bit of wear-and-tear showing on them are usually best to look at, and show the usual habit of the owner's mind. And anyway, I was talking about the lovely you...I would think that a bit more cushioning would not be at all objectionable...that sweet butt would simlpy become more caressable, more kissable, more... nibbleable. And yes, a lady should have "some breasts," (not too many, though, two is quite enough...) but I would tend to err on the side of too little, rather than too much, because too much is getting perilously close to the grotesque. If possible, I like the whole breast, or nearly, to fit inside my mouth, but I certainly don't insist upon it. Breasts are lovely things, and if a man truly loves a woman, he will love her breasts and they will tell her of his love, and she will know that she is his, and he is hers...at least for that time. I shouldn't call you a "bad mix," you seem to be a very good mix, to me. But that is speaking physiologically and genetically only. Your soul is the same one you came here with, I know not how long ago, for I do not know your soul that well. I am beginning to get a little picture, and from the seemingly intense sexuality and the preference for blue eyes, you might be a member of the Folk. If so, there will be other indications, and quite probably a strong soul- bonding between us, for it is my mission this time to bind the Folk to me that they be not lost when it is time to leave. They will come at my call, even if we have never met in body. So if you are of the Folk, your place is assured. We have increased greatly in our time here, and yet all of us go back to the beginning. It will be a mighty throng of us when we reach our long home, but it is big enough, and more. Your remark about the other picture, the one in which the couple makes love...that is a VERY romantic question, dear, one worthy of one of the Folk...I should like to have sex with you on the basis of that remark alone. I'm sure you would be a wonderful partner to love, since you can feel that. But I do not think it is true, alas...for one thing, that artist is known for his erotic art and for another, look at the woman's mouth. She is licking her lips. But it is my opinion that the basic impulse behind the pornographic fetish is exactly that sort of spiritual urge, to unite with the loved one. And now, perhaps I have already said too much...I think it is time for me to stop. My dear, regards... F. K. *** 2 My dear Milena Oh, I was only teasing you, my sweet Milena; it was but one of those spontaneous productions of the mind. I really would not prefer a woman with small breasts, for that would deprive my hand of something to love, caress, and tickle while my mouth was busy with the other one; licking, kissing, sucking and nibbling, perhaps even gently biting the sweet, wonderful sensitive tissues, so that the wonderful lady should know how she is loved, and either anticipate more and deeper loving, or to have an affectionate descent from the place that I love to send her. And who knows? Perhaps the old man has still enough left in him to take fire again from the beautiful nipple stiffening and fattening in his mouth, and take his lady on another trip. And meanwhile, the hand loving the other breast may make loving excursions to caress the exciting curves and hollows of the belly, in some ways the most wonderful part of a woman's body, and long strokes up the beautiful thighs, and the pussy, the wonderful, plump pussy, the fragance of which, alone, can drive a man wild, and certainly can make him thirsty for the lovely Gush that comes when his tongue has done its work properly. It is of no consequence that you have not put on more padding, for, in truth, you were a delicious thing to behold when that picture was taken, and that nice, strong butt would have, and very likely still does, feel wonderful in the hand, the hand of a man who comes to experience you, and to lift your spirit to the heavens, thereby lifting his own, for he has given you joy. Indeed, if the men you know and knew were like me, those lovely buttocks would have drawn them to give you many passionate kisses, both on the beautiful mounds themselves, and square and hard upon the sensitive, delicate rectum that they flank. Ah, well...so much for my dreams. But I can tell you that "cute" is a quality that I might describe as "oversold," in relation to women's faces. Oh, dear one, do not lament that sweet innocence of lost youth! It is appropriate only on the faces of the very young, some of whom, it must be admitted, are very, very sexy. But it soon palls, my older friend, because a face that is empty usually betrays a mind that is empty. How sexy were you when your breasts were beginning to bud? How satisfactory a partner do you think you would have been to someone besides an equally empty-headed boy, who wants only a convenient hole to stuff his penis into? What of a man who wants to love you? How satisfied is he going to be with a pretty body that only giggles? He wants a WOMAN, able to understand his loving, to feel the passion she stirs in him, to react with pleasure as he carefully, carefully "tunes" her with his body and his mind, until he can give her the pleasure, nay, the ecstasy, that she deserves. And why does she deserve it? She is our past as a people, she is our future. She is the embodiment of love, she is the sweetness of honey, the bitterness of sorrow, she is the Love we spring from in the Creator, she is the Love we go to, in Tir-na-nÓg. She is the lesson-book from which we must all learn, until we are able to carry out the Creator's plan, which is to vanquish fear and drive it out; to fill the Universe with Love. We men must learn this, yes, but 'tis our women we must learn it from, for they already know it. And a woman whose face betrays her wisdom is the one to learn it from. Well, that is what a man like me wants, anyway...I know not how many of us there are. But, for those of us who, Hundu-godlike, have more than two hands: And that is MORE than enough for me! The thought is intriguing, but the impression is a trifle animalistic, is it not? One thinks of them having progeny in litters. And the pregnancy as resembling that woman in Iowa (?) a few years ago, who had SEVEN? Good grief! McCaughy was the name, I think. And I must leave the rest of your wonderful letter to be answered later...people are beginning to wake around here, and Mr. Cat is telling me he wants food. And I have many things to do today. Meanwhile, please accept my kisses...if you are sensitive, you will know EXACTLY where I'm kissing you, and what my tongue is doing. I also send a few quick nibbles... Hugs and caresses... you may call me Franz. * _Author's Note: Thank you for reading. Feedback is desired. Voting and comments are welcome, not anonymous more. Email comments to: the address in my profile._

I stared at the little blue pill in my palm for several seconds, then I poured two more Viagras into my hand. "Fuck it, this stuff doesn't really work anyway," I thought, as I threw the handful of pills into the back of my throat and chased them with a glass of water. I thought erection pills were supposed to give you an instant hard-on. It turns out they only enhance the blood-flow actions that are already taking place. They don't have any effect on what or who makes you excited. And yet my wife, Delphina, was expecting big things tonight, big hard things. My wife and I live in a suburb of the Bay Area. We're DINKs (Dual Incomes No Kids) and we've been together for three years now. The last year has been difficult. Our relationship has been strained by frustration in the bedroom. She would like us to be having more sex, (more than zero), and I'm feeling like I've subverted my real sexuality my whole life. I was in great shape and confident in myself. I had always been passionate about working out, and I had done some modeling, nude and clothed. I had a very nice body, I had been told many times, and I liked to show it off. Before becoming a firefighter I was a fitness trainer. I had several clients who liked to flirt, including straight women and gay men. I dated many women during my trainer days, but when I met Delphina I was looking for a more permanent relationship. My wife is an extremely confident and competent executive assistant for a high end law firm and I'm a firefighter. Mine is a very male-oriented field. In my line of work weakness is not tolerated and all forms of machismo and masculinity are celebrated. Thats not to say that there are only men, or only ones who are straight, in the fire service, but they like to think that's the case. We only have two females in my department, and no gays, that I'm aware of. It would be catastrophic to one's reputation and career to be out as a gay male in my department. There's only one guy, Joe, a friend in a different department, who I suspect is gay. He's a great guy and I really enjoy hanging out with him and attending classes and training together, but he's never shared his orientation with me in any of our conversations. The reason I suspect he might secretly be gay is because he is single, extremely handsome, buffed, always working out, and I've never seen him date anyone. In our world of locker room towel snapping and grab ass, accusing one another of being gay or sucking cock is very common is meant in jest. A few times I've traded banter with Joe but felt like he was only kidding about kidding. "Hey, Joe, why don't you come over here and suck my cock!" I laughed. "Hmm, you'd like that wouldn't you?" he'd quipped back, smirking. "In fact, since you're so enthralled by sucking cock, why don't you wrap your lips around my cock while I play with your ass." "Ha ha, you always have to go too far," I fired back. "Did he actually wink at me when he said that?" I asked myself. It was in that context that gayness or sucking cock ever entered a conversation with me. Sure, like every guy, I had imagined how it would feel to be penetrated, rather than being the penetrator; how it must feel incredible to have a man so turned on by me that his rigid cock pushes past my resistant asshole, going deeper with each thrust, and ending with him coming great loads of semen to paint my sphincter walls. All guys have wondered that. Delphina, my wife, would be considered a trophy wife, but she was way more than just her looks. The white shoe attorneys at her office had often made the mistake of assuming that because she was a knock-out she was a pushover. It was great to see them leave her office with their tails, and their cocks, tucked between their legs. Whenever we went to a group setting, people tended to put us in the she/he-is-so-lucky-to-be-fucking-him/her-category. We looked like the "perfect couple." Delphina was exceptionally sexy by any normal standard. She was a Mediterranean mix of ancestry, with jet black hair, which cascaded down almost to her narrow waist, silky and soft, and she would flip it from one side to the other with a toss of her head. She had big round ass cheeks that bounced softly when she walked, especially in high heels and bikini bottoms, rising and falling like volleyballs gliding together. Her ass was firm and tight, a genetic byproduct of her famous Spanish bodybuilder father and Greek mother. Her legs were long and shapely, toned and tanned to enhance every curve, with skin as smooth and tight as grape skin. She took great pains to maintain her smooth, soft skin, with a nighttime regimen of lotions and butters that could take over an hour. Her breasts were proportionally as firm, big and supple as her ass cheeks. Delphina loved to squeeze her breasts into a tiny top and let them pour over the edge of her cleavage. Hence the trouble men got into around her at the office. Her eyes were big, brown, semi-almond shaped, the color of strong coffee. Her mouth was wide and her lips were full and formed a cute pout when she was not overtly smiling. She had gleaming white teeth and a sexy, slight overbite. She was a true pleasure to look at. Trouble was, we hadn't had sex in months, twice in the last year maybe. But it wasn't because she didn't want to. She was constantly complaining that she needed me to fuck her. She sometimes wore sexy babydoll nighties with crotchless panties to bed. I even came into the bedroom one night to find her on the bed on all fours, head laying on the bed and her big beautiful ass up in the air facing me as I walked in. Her first two fingers were inserted all the way to her top knuckles in her shaved, juicy pussy. Her pussy lips were full and flushed, gaping, beckoning. A long ribbon of her vaginal lube was hanging suspended, between her parted legs, almost to the bedspread. She moaned as her fingers sloshed back and forth in her creamy cunt, "Come fuck my pussy. Give me that great big cock. I want to ride that shaft until you explode into my pussy!" Immediately I instinctively dropped my pants as I climbed on the bed behind her. I buried my tongue deep in her pussy and tasted the sweet love lube, more foreplay for myself than for her. My cock was hard and getting harder. I lapped her pussy and licked circles around her clit. She bucked her hips and her sweet, pink, puckered sphincter pressed against my face. I gave a long lick from the top of her pussy all the way up her ass crack, stopping to deeply tongue her asshole for several minutes. I remembered that was the first time I had eaten anyone's ass. It felt natural. As I rose up to enter her and fuck her doggie style, I grabbed her wide hips with both hands and admired the view of her sopping wet snatch, all but begging for my cock. I went to insert my cock in her cunt and to drive it home and I realized something was wrong. My cock had reversed directions and was now losing altitude. It had gone from my normal 8.5 inches of thick, heavy cock with a pronounced, circumcised helmet, to the consistency of a partly filled water balloon. This was crazy! I was very turned on by my wife; at least I thought I was until now. I was very sexually active, in general, even if we weren't having sex all that often. I would get very horny and I had been sneaking visits to online porn on my phone, jerking my big dick to all manner of porn. I thought about sex all day, no matter where I was. I thought I might have a sex addiction, for a while. Ironically, my wife was complaining of our lack of sex. Just the night before, I had been searching some taboo porn sites and I came across a video called I Know Your Secret. I watched it start with a hot Brittany Spears tune in the background and a beautiful blonde model writhing around in her panties. She looked at the camera and said she knew a secret about the viewer. The viewer chose this video for a reason. Images and short clips of beautiful women showing their beautiful boobs, asses and pussies were flashing across the screen, then very short shots of really good looking men with hard cocks were interspersed. Eventually the images of men and their cocks became more frequent. The men's cocks were getting hard, launching cum loads, exploding in women's mouths, pussies and asses, and later filling men's mouths and asses with cum. In this video a woman was getting ass-fucked by a guy's huge cock, riding up and down like she was riding a horse, she looked back over her shoulder at the camera. She had an expression of absolute bliss. The blonde came back on and said, "You like what you see? You're jealous aren't you? But not of him, you're jealous of her, the woman getting her ass fucked. You're looking at the cocks and men's asses, not the women and their pussies. Your secret is that you're not into girls, you're into guys, and the cocks in this video make you want to jerk off. Start jerking or I'll bring the girls back." She was right. I was super turned on by what I saw and I didn't want to see more pussies, I wanted to see more cocks. I couldn't believe I was jerking off to a video of men's cocks. The men were beautiful, I had to say. And I was so turned on by their gorgeous, rippling muscles, tight asses, big cocks and masculinity. I really did want to be that woman riding up and down on that guy's big cock. The video went on to extol the wonderfully hedonistic pleasures of submitting to cock, sucking cock, getting your ass fucked, and filling every hole with a dominant man's hot loads of cum. I was so turned on by the end of the video that I shot a load of cum that reached my chin. The video hit a nerve with me. I did love to watch cocks coming, fucking men's asses, and faces, and imagine myself being the one getting fucked. Now here I was on the bed, on this particular night, with my gorgeous wife, the ultimate sexy beautiful woman, pleading for me to fuck her. And yet what I really wanted was to be the one bent over with my face against the bed, and my ass high in the air, waiting to be penetrated by some big beautiful cock and filled with loads of hot cum. I wanted to wrap my lips around a cock like mine and gag as it pushed deep into the back of my mouth and then forced deeper to blast load after load of cum down my throat. Meanwhile, my cock was getting soft and my wife was getting frustrated. Did watching that video, or the hundreds of hours of gay porn that followed make me gay? Hardly, I was just letting a little bit of my kink shine through. At least that's what the therapist said, who I started seeing to address my gay-porn addiction. It just happened to get in the way of having sex with my wife on this particular occasion. But, that was 6 months ago and we haven't really had sex since then. We tried several times but it always ended up with me not being excited and with my wife frustrated and angry. She accused me of having an affair, getting my sexual needs met with someone else. I assured her that was not the case. It's true, I wasn't cheating on her with someone else. I was consuming and jerking off to an immense amount of gay porn though. Sometimes I would have to pull my truck over to the side of the road on the way to work, just so I could watch more videos of guys fucking each other. I would deliberately snore at night to get kicked out of our bed to the guest bedroom where I could edge and jerk off, sometimes all night. I would be exhausted the next day but at night I'd do it again, craving a big cock in my ass and my mouth, but taking a pass on the pussy available in the next room. I also posted pictures of my well muscled body with a huge hard-on, online on a gay dating site. I got lots of interest and many text buddies but I could never sneak away from my wife long enough to fulfill my fantasy. I got an anal vibrator and would use it to loosen up my sphincter muscle, then fuck my ass with it until I shot loads of cum across the bathroom floor. I tried doing a forensic analysis of my behavior and figure out when I first noticed an attraction to men. I had visited gay chatrooms ten years before, and had phone sex with a guy from a chat room back then. In retrospect, that was a big indicator. I remembered being fascinated by gay culture as a young kid and getting caught running around naked with a neighbor kid in his backyard. Where those things related? I was hit on by gay men frequently and I enjoyed flirting with them and visually teasing them with my body and my big cock in the gym locker room. Was that their prurient interest, or mine? Delphina wondered why I recently started shaving my balls and ass. I left a little treasure trail and some stubble on my muscular pecs, but shaved bare around my nipples, to make them stand out and more sensitive to touch. Delphina said she liked men with hairy chests and stomachs and groins. She said I looked like a little boy with hairless nuts. I said something about shaving being the modern trend, like guys wearing beards. I loved how my hairless balls and asshole made my muscular, masculine, sculpted body look feminine and fuckable at the same time. I wanted MEN to be turned on by me and want to take me. I suspected Delphina was getting her rocks off too. Not with other guys but by herself; there was no way she could keep her own hands off that beautiful snatch for very long. On this particular night, with the Viagra and all, she said she was going to make it easy on me. I didn't know what that meant but I hoped it would relieve her sexual tension. Just to get to be sure I was ready to perform for her, I got myself suitably aroused, along with the erectile enhancement pills I just took. I surfed some porn in my bathroom. I looked at straight porn and it had no effect on me. I hesitantly switched to gay porn and I got an instant rush. Watching those men get cream-pies and guzzle cum gave me an instant hard-on. I was so hot that I lubed up three fingers and finger-fucked my asshole for a bit before I went up to the bedroom. My cock was already hard when I entered and I found my wife laying on her back, eyes closed, moaning and spread-eagle on the bed. She had a very realistic looking penis-shaped dildo and was slowly sliding it in and out of her wet cunt. The sound of the vibrator diminishing as it plunged deep into her fuck hole and got loud again as she slid it back out. "Nice!" I thought. I'll get an assist from that phantom cock tonight, if necessary. I knelt on the bed between her wide-spread legs. Her thighs were quivering already. I suspected she already had a few mini-orgasms and was at cruising altitude. My job of performing my husbandly duties just got easier. I took over operation of the dildo and slipped the vibrator out of her vagina and pushed her thick thighs back so her cunt rotated upward toward the ceiling. My hard cock was very ready to penetrate her and I was just contemplating which angle I wanted to start with. Suddenly my cock started to soften. "Damn, not now!" I thought. I decided to eat her pussy until my cock stiffened back up. As I slurped at her vaginal trough, she started bucking her hips into my face, slathering my chin and cheeks with her love juice, but my cock was still sinking. "C'mon, give me that python. Fuck my cunt hard! I want your cock now!" she moaned. This is where she would usually grab for my cock and pull it to her pussy entrance and then push her hips forward to impale herself on my cock. I knew that if she felt my softening cock now the night would devolve into frustration and arguments. I concentrated on the thing that would most assuredly turn me on right then. I looked at my wife's beautiful tits, her soft flat stomach, her big round ass and smooth thick thighs, only I pictured her now with a great big cock and balls pointing straight up at the ceiling, like some of the gorgeous T-girls and futanari animations I loved to watch online. The thought of such a beautiful trans started to get my cock stiff again. I pictured myself just massaging and licking her ass to get her cock hard so she could fuck me. I imagined myself sucking her enormous cock and swollen balls between, her luscious feminine thighs, and then me squatting down onto it, riding that thick shaft all the way down. I was getting harder still. As I leaned back to get the perfect view of her asshole, and picture where her balls would be hanging, my hand hit the vibrator that was on the bed. I picked it up and let the lifelike dick head, an elaborate, fleshy helmet, graze my asshole. Man that felt amazing. My cock stiffened even more. Delphina hadn't noticed me picking up the dildo since she was thrusting her wet swollen pussy in the air, pleading to get impaled on my cock. "Wait a minute, this could be a win-win," I thought. I used the voice activation to turn on some music. "Alexa, play Sade. Alexa, volume up." Sade's sexy voice started booming out of the speaker, covering any possible noise from the vibrator. "Jesus, what are you waiting for? Stick your massive cock in me now! I need you to fuck me hard," Delphina begged. I concealed the dildo behind my leg and felt for the on-switch. The dildo was a realistic, stiff but soft, silicone, 10 inch cock. It was thick too, with large protruding veins on the sides and the support columns of a real cock protruding like a raging hard-on. I found the on-switch, and another button next to it, which I assumed secreted liquid of some sort. The dildo purred to life behind my leg and the loud music covered the sound. It not only vibrated but the tip also made slow circles in the air. "Stop teasing me! Fuck my pussy! I'm so ready for your cock and cum," Delphina pleaded. I cupped her soaking wet pussy with my other hand and she let out a squeal and almost came. As I pulled my hand away I let two fingers drag through her now well parted pussy lips. She squealed again and began to pant, as if she was trying to control the orgasmic wave that was building in her. I took the hand that had just left her pussy, covered with her vaginal love sauce, and slathered the lube in my own ass crack. I circled my fuck hole opening with two sloppy fingers, then inserted them to the top knuckles, and rotated them inside my rectum, lubing all exposed surfaces with Delphina's pre-cum. I clenched my ass cheeks and sure enough, my ass crack felt slippery and wet. I put the head of the artificial cock against my dilating sphincter. The dildo head was vibrating vigorously and circling my sphincter ring. My cock leapt and a drop of pre-cum ran down the groove at the head of my cock. Now I was the one controlling my breathing to stave off an imminent orgasm. Delphina reached down and grabbed my rock hard cock. She lifted her head to look at my cock in her hand, with an expression of surprise on her face. "Wow! You've never been this hard before! About time. Now destroy my cunt with that!" she moaned. She pulled her thighs apart even further to grant me full access to her pulsing pussy. I pushed the dildo against my portal and my asshole expanded and swallowed the dildo head. It felt amazing. I pushed harder and the shaft slid slowly and smoothly into my ass, making a squishing sound as it went deeper. Now the vibrator sound was diminishing and increasing as it went in and out of my ass. I pictured a beautiful, muscular hunk of a man with a huge cock behind me, penetrating my ass for the first time. He is simultaneously thrilled with the tight smoothness of my asshole and with being the one to take my anal virginity; he is the one turning me out. My cock stretches tighter and a ribbon of pre-cum drips from my cock at the thought. I held the base of my throbbing cock and dragged the head up and down between Delphina's pussy lips. Her lips parted slightly, involuntarily. "Holy shit! Oh my god! Fuck yes! Do that!" she screamed as she lifted her hips to try to get more of my cock in her pussy. She was twisting and pulling on her own nipples, in the throes of ecstasy. She couldn't see my hand controlling the dildo but she was definitely benefiting from it. Without it, I would lose my erection despite her intense seduction. With the artificial cock in my ass, and imagining the cock was attached to an incredibly handsome man with a supremely masculine body who was intent on using me for his sexual pleasure, I was now experiencing the strongest hard-on I've ever had. Maybe the Viagra helped, but my lust and sexual energy right then was based on my desire for cock, not pussy. I pictured the man behind me thrusting his big stiff cock harder and deeper as his orgasm was building, while I continued to pump the dildo in and out of my ass. I looked at Delphina in front of me and pictured her being a beautiful tranny with a huge cock and balls staring me in the face, pre-cum oozing down her cock head and dripping from the edge of her helmet. It was easy to picture the beautiful female aspects, with my gorgeous wife laying in front of me. But now I was seeing her with her an incredibly feminine body and with a savagely masculine reproductive organ. In my imagination she wanted me to fuck her ass, otherwise she wouldn't let me suck her big, hard cock. My cock was throbbing now and rivulets of pre-cum we're running down my balls. The dildo was resting against my prostate, vibrating and sending sexual spasms through my groin. I knew I couldn't last long. I was thrusting the dildo deeper in my ass, holding it at the bottom of the stroke to enjoy the sense of fullness and the vibrations deep within my colon. I leaned forward and supported myself on one hand while the other one fucked my ass to ecstasy. I hadn't actually penetrated Delphina yet and she was going crazy lusting for my hard dripping cock. When I started to moan and pant, pre- climax, she raised her head and looked down toward her crotch to see why I was moaning and about to cum and my cock wasn't even inside her pussy yet. "What the fuck?" she asked. "What are you doing? How are you about to cum already? What's that behind you? Do you want my pussy or not?!" At this point I was building to a massive orgasm and I was trying to ride that wave as long as possible. That's as logical as I could think at that time. I didn't care what my wife thought of my actions or of my outright rejection of her pussy. To satisfy the tranny in my imagination, so she would let me suck her big cock, I pushed my thick, swollen, slimy cock into her asshole, in one smooth push, buried to the hilt. Delphina's eyes popped when I plunged my cock into her asshole. We had never had anal sex before that. "Wrong hole! Oh, oh my god! Yes, yes, fuck my ass! Fill it with your cum!" Delphina screamed in response. "I couldn't have said it better," I thought. I continued to slide my rock hard cock in and out of her asshole, pulling almost completely out with each stroke before plunging all the way in until my pubic ridge was against her quivering, wet pussy. Delphina was gasping in small pants, trying to keep her sphincter relaxed and open for my swollen cock while the rest of her body was beginning to clench, bracing for an explosive orgasm. "Oh, oh, oh! Fuck my ass. Go deep, deeper! I want to feel your cock all the way up to my throat!" she cried. I could feel her starting to orgasm from the ass fucking I was giving her. I was holding back on my own orgasm. The vibration speed was toggled all the way up on the dildo I was fucking my own ass with and the mechanically swaying shaft was rubbing the head against my prostate. I was in ecstasy. I didn't dare move the dildo or myself for fear of losing control and exploding in a cum volcano. I remembered the other control button on the dildo and I pushed it. Great gobs of warm goo simulating cum started launching into my rectum. The sensation of a man filling my ass with his semen pushed me over the edge. I lost what little control I had left. I imagined that beautiful man fucking me from behind, and me about to suck the cock of the T-girl I imagined was laying in front if me and whose ass I was fucking. "Oh yes, fuck my ass! Fuck me with your hard dick! Fill me with your cum! Use me! I looove your huge cock!", I screamed as my balls started to pulse, launching load after load into Delphina's ass. "What the hell?" she said lifting her head to see what I was talking about. I had pulled out of her ass and now had one hand pushing the dildo into my ass all the way until the fake balls met my balls and my other hand holding the base of my spasming cock, shooting several long ropes of cum onto Delphina's stomach. I wasn't stroking my cock, just using the pleasure of being fucked in my man cunt to orgasm more intensely than I ever have in the past. Delphina looked on in horror as her husband was totally submitting to her porn-star-cast synthetic cock, obviously wanting the real thing in his ass, way more than putting his cock in her pussy. She sat up, propping herself up on her arms behind her, while sinking into the giant wet spot on bedspread beneath her vagina. I slowly pulled the dildo out of my ass, appreciating each inch of sensation as it came out. The head squirted out suddenly as my sphincter collapsed behind it. I brought the dildo around in front of me, between Delphina and I, and I turned off the vibrations. Her mouth was agape, as she watched me in amazement. My cock was still drooling cum. While my wife watched, I held the juicy dildo up to my open mouth and pushed the ejaculation button. Big spurts of faux cum shot out of the realistic dick hole. I aimed the pseudo loads into my mouth and at the back of my throat. With one hand I milked the last of the cum from my cock, dripping it onto my wife's crotch, as I sucked the tip of the cock and pumped the ejaculation button until the "cum" was pouring out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. It had no flavor but it was definitely edible, as I swallowed several loads. Delphina must have loaded the balls with it before she began masterbating. I was utterly and completely satisfied and content. That was my best sexual experience of my life, so far. "You're disgusting! You're a fucking faggot! No wonder you didn't want to fuck me all these months. So now you want to get fucked in the ass by a guy and, and swallow his cum?" she gasped. I tried to reply but my mouth was still full of the fake cum and it ran down my chin when I opened my mouth. "How long have you been gay? When were you planning on telling me, your hot sexy wife? All this," she said waving a hand over her voluptuous body, "is wasted on you. " Needless to say, our relationship has been rocky since that night, but stable. Delphina decided on her own that I was just playing out a fantasy, and that it was probably healthy to have fantasy kinks, as long as they stayed fantasies. I was even more convinced that I was suppressing my true sexual orientation. I hoped this wasn't going to affect my planned firefighter seminar out of town, scheduled for next month.

Chapter 1 – The Abnormal Side Effects I woke up in a daze as I usually do. It is the same every day. It makes me want to never wake up. Well, that and the fact that my dreams are far better than what awaits me in waking life. I can be whatever I want, so inevitably I dream that I am someone who is noticed...wait that isn't that much is it. I get up from my happy, lovable, comfortable bed, pandiculate (which is a real term, look it up), and completely disconnect myself from the only relationship where I feel wanted, and I want it. Yeah, I am talking about my bed. Moving over to my dresser I strip my clothes from my thin, wiry body. I pick out a bra to wear over my barely existent B-cup tits, and a tight fitting shirt to show them off as much as you can these tiny little bumps. After that I put on some panties, which fit over my one feminine trait of a pretty nice ass, but it doesn't really do much for my fairly boyish body. I throw on some short shorts to hug to my bottom, to show that I am, in fact a twenty-year-old girl... Which is something I really have to try at because most people assume I am fourteen. It isn't helped by the fact that I have to wear my plain brown hair super long because if I don't people will assume I am a fourteen-year-old boy. I go through this every morning and I walk downstairs to my overly sunny parents who, god love them, try so hard to cheer me up. I am never really angry, or snap at them, I just am a little upset that neither of them have anything interesting about them that they could have passed onto me. They didn't even give me a cool name. Julie...At the very least it wasn't Katie. UGH! Everything about me is appropriate because we live in a dull neighborhood in a dull suburb next to dreadfully dull and dumb neighbors. At least I can dream and think of a better life. These dullards don't have anything going on upstairs (in more ways than one). When I am famous, I'll change that. I'll put meaningful thoughts in their empty heads. Moderatly cheered up with my new sense of purpose, I hop on my bike to my job. I took a few years off of college to find myself, but all I've found is I am painfully boring. Also, I have no idea what I want to do with myself. I live in a world where nothing ever happ.... .......... I regain fuzzy conciousness in some sort of vehicle. I am restrained not only by straps but by a brace around my neck. "I'm glad we got to her quickly, but she's in a bad way..." That's all I hear before it all blacks out again. I don't know how long I am out when my eyes slowly open to an off-white hospital room. I try to prop myself up on my arms, but my mind only returns "ow" and that something is blocking me. I look down and see my body covered in casts. "What happened?" I ask, surprised by my hoarse voice. A kind voice I only slightly remember answers. "A person with very little respect for human safety. A man late for work ran you over at fifty-five miles per hour in a twenty-five zone no less. Running a red light too. Frankly dude kind of sucks." I'm too tired to really have angry feelings towards my empty-headed neighbor, or it could be the IV giving me the best drugs doctors can give me. "How long am I going to be stuck in this thing? And where are my parents?" Wondering how little my bank account is going to grow this winter, and how much my parents are going to have to spring for this. "Well, we have to talk about both those things. First, your parents haven't been notified yet. Luckily the ambulance was very quick and we got you settled. For all they know you are at work, but don't fret," he saw the concerned look in my face, "for your injuries which are, for lack of a better term, severe, you would not regain your full health for quite some time due to the healing and the physical therapy you would have to undergo." He quickly moved on from his thought seeing my now saddened face. I didn't want to lose what little life I had thanks to some reckless driver. "But, I am trying to get you into a very experimental treatment, that has been designed by yours truly, that might be able to rapidly heal all your injuries. Like within the next two weeks. One hundred percent." I perked up a bit at this notion. "That being said this is a completely new procedure and I don't know what could happen in terms of side effects, but I feel..." I didn't let him finish his thought. "I want in!" I try to yell enthusiastically, but my hoarse throat doesn't allow loud decibels. "Oh...okay...are you sure?" I nod as much as my neck brace will allow. "Would you then like me to tell you more about the procedure so you can be educated?" Nodding again, I try my best to listen and although I hear a few things about the doctors trying to give me more direct control of chemicals in my body that promote healing, I don't really listen carefully. I am taking stock of my life and how I need to make my recently realized dream a reality when I am back to one hundred percent after the procedure. "...So as soon as you allow us we can start the treatment. We will have to put you under, but it won't take too long. Once we have the procedure finished you will metabolize medicine faster and more efficiently. If we get started now, we can make sure to call your parents when we are done and they will assume that the accident happened on your way home. When would you like to start?" "NOW!" I said excited about how my life is finally coming together in a good way. "Alright! Let's get you prepped."Being still a little worn from my accident and all the excitement, the anasthetic worked incredibly fast and I could not feel a thing...Until one specific point. "Well doctor, it appears as though it was a success!" An unknown voice says exuberantly."Yes indeed...indeed it does." Said my doctor, "it does a little too well. Let me try something." My doctor comes to the table I am laying on, "Julie, you are already seeing the effects of the procedure. Don't try to move or speak, just try and do something for me. Concentrate and tell your body to sleep for another hour. That should be more than enough time. You'll wake in a comfortable bed." I trust the doctor's word and I know I will wake up in one hours time. I wake up very naturally and alertly. "There's our trooper! How do you feel?" My mother asks me, and I...move up on my elbows and...stretch? Wasn't I just in a full body cast? I do feel a little sore, but that is all the pain I can feel at the moment. "I'm doing...really well...oddly." I say curiously. "That's great! We saw what happened to your bike and we were completely worried. It was basically hinged at the middle, but the doctor assured us that you were fine and they were only running tests." Dad said. "Tests. I didn't have any..." I was cut off by the doctor entering the room. "Ah, Mister and Missus Smith. If you don't mind I need to talk to Julie in private and then I'll make sure to talk to you outside." "Oh, Okay doctor. Thank you for helping our Jewel!" My mom says using my pet name sweetly. "No problem," he responds with a smile. He quickly turns to me after they exit. "Sorry I have to be secretive Julie, but this procedure needed to be kept under the books." I am very confused now and I ask him to tell me clearly. "Well Julie, let me start by saying that the procedure when well...Too well. You can now perfectly control any system of your body that you see fit. What that means is you now have the ability to heal yourself hyper rapidly, along with possible other quirks." "What other quirks?" I ask nervously. "Nothing harmful by any means, but I am unsure as to what you can do now. For example, I am sure you are not even feeling sore anymore." I check and it is true, I feel as fresh as can be. "We didn't expect this sort of effectiveness, so we are a little concerned with what abilities you have now." I conjure images of me as Supergirl, which brings a smile to my face. "I want you to go about your daily business for now. I have already informed your parents, marginally, of what happened because a recover this fast is completely unheard of. Just make sure that if anything bad, strange, or even noteworthy happens give me a call." He hands me a handwritten note with his phone number, but not his business number. "Will do, doc." The rest of the day is oddly uneventful. My parents and I get some ice cream to celebrate a clean bill of health, little did my parents know. Then we went out to get dinner, which was delicious, and although I was satisfied I wasn't stuffed at all and it was a huge meal. I even out-ate my Dad. We finally get home and I go up to my room expecting to be tired, but I am suprisingly awake. I walk in front of my wall mirror and take a look at myself. Although you couldn't tell that just a few hours ago I had been in a full body cast with seemingly no chance of leaving, I am left feeling plain again. I think to myself as I cup my breasts, 'if the treatment was so successful, I just wish they would have helped enhance me a little bit.' Before the thought left my brain, a torrent of fluid rushed to my breasts, and they immediately started to inflate. I am so thrown by this development that it takes me a while to control my reeling head. By then my shirt has been shorn to pieces, my bra has snapped and is lying pinned underneath my now massive, watermelon sized tits. "What the fuck?!?" I audibly mutter in amazement to myself. Then I start to think, 'how did I do that. I'm okay with bigger tits, but what happened to my normal tits' As I am picturing my old set, my boobs start losing the fluid as quickly as it happened. Sitting there in front of my mirror, I have to pinch myself to make sure this isn't a very vivid dream. OW! Nope, not dreaming. 'Maybe I should split the difference?' I now eagerly watch as my love pillows baloon to amazing orbs on my small frame. 'Fucking awesome! Now if only I had clothes that would fit these monsters,' I think as I look at my now E-cup boobs, but just as the thought leaves my mind a completely new feeling emergers. I feel like I am losing the top layer of skin over and over again, but my body stays the same size. Then when I have what looks to be skin colored clothes, they actually start coloring into the clothes I was just wearing, but now are big enough to fit my much larger bust. My mind is rapidly decoding what is happening. I realize that I can do whatever I want with my body. I can have complete control over it. So I get a little silly with my bod. I turn the outermost layer of skin to a shining, hard, metallic surface or as close as I can get. I look in the mirror and see a statue of me with a much bigger bust. I laugh, change my skin back to normal, but no I am going to have real fun. I take off my clothes that I just created and look at my skinny body with massive tits. "Well, I've got to change that." My hips start widening on queue till I have sexy hips that sway when I walk. I also add just a little big to meat onto my ass which gives it an alluring shake as I walk. And I give myself just the slightest more bust. I step back and admire my F cup bust leading into my normal, small waist, which then leads to my wide sexy hips in my mirror. I get so lost in myself that I don't even realized I've started to touch myself. I never really masturbated much before, but once I realize, I don't stop. I only start working myself harder. I place two fingers outside my already dripping pussy, and plunge them into myself deeply, with an audible squish. I have to clench my teeth to prevent myself from screaming and waking up my parents, and I quickly slip into blissful orgasm. In the few times I did toy with myself, it never felt as good as it does now. This is like a fireworks display and the grand finale is pulsing through my head. It is only a minute later that I start cumming...and cumming...and cumming violently. I coat my mirror in my juices and the wall surrounding it is dripping. Then I look at myself after the stars from the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced wears off. My legs are absolutely coated in my jism. I've never had much of a sex drive, but I use all my will to not continue playing with myself and instead have more fun changing my body more and more. I start by giving myself coloring to make it look like I tan every day. Next, I change my hair color to a platinum blonde. Realizing I am still a bit disproportional I make my arms and legs a big more muscular to match my sexy, curvy physique. Lastly, I make myself a hot pink tube top and short that look like they were designed to allow my ass to fall out (because they were). "Well, would you look at that sexy-fucking slut!!" I say with a little too much gusto. "I could get, like, every guy I know to fuck me. Maybe I'll take their cocks two or even three at a time!" This is weird. I can control my body and what I do, and a version of that thought came to my head, but that is not how it translated to my mouth. What came out was like a valley girl bimbo. Intriguing is the term I would use to describe it. My new abilities provide me with control of my actions, but if I make myself into some sort of pictured character like a bimbo, I will become that personification outwardly, luckily not inwardly. I still have control over my thoughts, but I can just let my body go on autopilot if I want. To test this, I try out something completely new. My bouncy orbs shrink till I am flat chested, but then I make some bulky pectoral muscles and a set of washerboard abs. My hips narrow and my buttocks tightens. My hair recedes into my head which is becoming more angular and I grow a little stubble. To complete the package I invert my pussy till it forms a monster eleven inch cock and matching huge, orange sized balls flopping around. "Man, I am fuckin' hot!...I really want to test out this dick on a sexy piece of ass though." My voice comes out low and tough. Inwardly I am really attracted to the person in the mirror even though it is me, and my new cock perks up knowing how turned on I am. I really start to think about getting that bimbo back to test out my new equipment. Even though I have accepted all this new information, I could not have even conceived what would happen next. It felt like when I materialized clothes from my body, but much more...stiff, I guess would be the word. What it felt like was someone was trying to gently pull my skin off, luckily though the separation didn't hurt, but it seemed like someone else was molting out of me. As this new person started pulling away, I realized that this was the busty bimbo I turned myself into before. "So, you wanna fuck me, huh?" The busty slut in front of me asked, staring at my ever hardening cock. My answer barely passed my mind before my body responded. "Of course I do, babe," said my all too excited masculine alter ego. I really did want to fuck that sexy lady. I started to realize that I might be a bit of a bisexual. The next few things that happened I experienced in slow motion as my brain starting untangling what was happening. As the girl in front of me started to kneel down, I guess I could sense her arousal, or maybe I could also feel her arousal alongside mine. I realized I was able to experience both points of view at the same time. I was both the new male version of me, and the new female version of me. I could see both a hyper sexual woman staring down my behemoth dick, but I could also see a huge dick sitting in front of my face asking for me to suck it, at the same time. The bimbo me wrapped my hand around my other bodies' giant dick and waited a split second before engulfing the whole shaft down my throat. Both of my bodies fought the urge to cry out in pleasure, but resisted remembering my sleeping parents who would have been rather worried about the scene they would see in my bedroom. I want to make sure that they don't hear any noises coming from my room so I start to get creative. I think of a thick plastic substance to sound proof my door, which immediately materializes out of my free hand as if I casted a spell, which then slides quickly inserting inside the cracks in the door sealing it. Now completely undeterred I begin taking the huge cock with renewed gusto, quickly rubbing my lips up and down the plentiful shaft. My freed hand wanders down to my puffy and needy pussy. Playing with my pussy and my other bodies cock and experiencing both amounts of pleasure is a sensation that I can barely handle. My mind is falling in love with the sensation. Both bodies scream in orgasmic pleasure. I cum, which is sort of misleading because not only does my pussy gush more love juice than I could possibly imagine as my pussy tightens around my probing fingers, but I also feel my cock blowing load after load of hot spunk down my wanting throat. Both bodies cum for at least five minutes, and as I am coming down from my dual orgasm, I thank my foresight for soundproofing my room. I also take in the fantastic mess I've created in my bedroom. This is heaven. I have literally created a heaven for myself. That's not all I am creating, I realize that if I can create one more persona of myself I should be able to do more right? I create clone after clone of myself, shaping them into gloriously oversexualized humans that would make pornstars feel puritanical. I make giant curvy, top heavy women with pussies that squeeze the massive cocks on burly, ripped men that hold them. I even start exploring other fetishes like women with both sexual organs waiting to be filled and fill all of my sexual fantasies. I have an orgy of over 25 people in my (thankfully) large bedroom. We do nothing but revel in our sex and I feel everything, my brain power expanding to take in every piece of information and react to it in ever more pleasurable ways. I decide that after this night of complete bliss, I am going to thank my dear doctor personally, and in more ways than one. Chapter 2 – The Main Effect Wave upon wave of relentless orgasm. That is what my night became. I felt ripples of massive flesh around me in every direction from multiple different perspectives. I recovered from each ejaculation so fast my dicks didn't deflate, and nor could they. All my bodies were cum-soaked bimbo bodies begging for more cock, cum, and copulation. I realized it was already 9 in the morning and I knew my parents would be up now, so I quickly reabsorbed my all my sexy creations, none of which had less than DD tits and an 8 inch cock. Drastic proportions are becoming my thing. As the last of my numerous bodies returned to mine, I forgot how I left my body at the beginning of the night. I made myself into a light brunette with hip length hair and light blonde highlights. My face is fairly normal with pale skin but pronounced lips made for sucking cocks. My neck extended into regular shoulders leading to skinny arms and frame. My waist pulled in while my hips flared out sexually giving me a swaying gait showing off my plump and bouncy ass. My tight muff was hairless and topped with a small but distinct clit which when teased even the slightest bit would careen me into gushy orgasm. My legs are long, thin, but muscular and ended in dainty feet. The important parts were a modest, GG cup, round breasts that still jiggled nicely and my fifteen inch cock and baseball-sized balls right above my pussy. My body was a statue in a temple of lust. I couldn't tell you why or how, but I was in no way tired, fatigued, or even hungry from my night of sexual extravagance. I debated the merits of sitting in my room all day fucking myself over and over, but I wanted to take care of a couple things...maybe try and fit in fucking some guys from high school that I never had a chance with before. Instead, I looked at myself and my entirely sticky-cum-caked room and thought how much it would suck to clean all the jizz. My body, never failing to surprise, began attracting all my sex juices to me like a magnet. As soon as it touched my skin I absorbed it and felt more and more energy filling my body. I think I can become even stronger by fucking like crazy...This sounds awesome. With my room clean I still notice the sheen of sweat on my cartoonishly pornographic body. I decide to take a shower, so I set about making my body return to its plain, normal self. I was amazed at how quickly and easy transformations have become. In a half a blink I had gone from pale bimbo to olive skinned, tiny breasted, matte brunette, without a cock, and just a little bit of my natural butt. I wrapped my slender almost boyish body in a towel and walked down to the bathroom. "Morning sweety, you sleep alright? There was a bit of commotion from your bedroom when I came to check on you last night." I worry for the tiniest of seconds, then realize that he would have freaked out if he actually saw something last night, if not tried to stop it. "Yeah, dad, I slept fine. What kind of commotion are you talking about?" I play it off cool as a cucumber. "Nothing really. Every now and again I heard some creaking or something, but when I looked it was just you laying on your bed. It may have been your bed...or I could have just been imagining things." A thought occurs to me, I don't really want Dad to notice what I am doing, but I inflate my tits so they are literally inches away from where he is standing, which is impressive because we are standing a good two feet away from each other. My towel doesn't even stretch over my bosom anymore. "Yeah Dad, you must have been imagining things." "Yup, must have." He grins and steps into my massive boobs, paying them no mind and wraps his arms around me. Apparently I can make sure some people don't see my new equipment. That makes me feel good for a split second until a new thought comes to my mind and I can tell it is not me because I know I didn't think it. I can tell that it is my dad's thought in my mind. 'Huh, I have that same arousal I did last night when I checked up on Julie. Weird...really weird, well maybe I can get another session from Bev. Mmhmm." This is SO WEIRD! I just heard my Dad think about fucking Mom. I am really happy that I can only read minds and didn't experience that thought because feel myself have sex with my parent would have been disgusting. Among the other abilities I have, I think that when I am morphed I can affect people's libidoes. Although I wish I didn't learn that from my father, I am so stoked about this one. I saunter over to the shower and give myself my real proportions again...and then I say fuck that I can do anything. I give myself my slutty, bimbo dimensions with wide hips, GG cup round tits, slightly more manageable 12 inch cock and slightly brighter brunette hair. I make extra note that I don't want my parent to see my fun bits. I step into the hot shower and the water is electric on my massive, sensitive tits, and my permanently hard cock and wet pussy combo. I cannot help but reach for my dick and twat and start servicing them furiously. Right as the though hits my mind two more sets of arms push down the two already working at my genitals and the new set tease my ponderous tits. Some more thoughts reach my oversexed brain very quickly, which my body immediately changes to conform to the thoughts. The hand playing with my cock turns into my own personal vagina that fits my 12 incher tightly, but is wet to perfection, and the had inserted into my normally placed honeypot turns into another huge 12 inch dick with a huge circumference to stretch me out. I am astounded by my new sexual creativity, but my happiness for that fact is dwarfed by my sexual satisfaction of feeling four different genitals and two huge tits being teased and toyed with or simply brutally fucked. The pleasure is brain-wrenching, and I launch huge amounts of cum out of all four of my new orifices. I am loving the fact that I now produce absurd amount of ejaculate. There is literally gallons of liquid of various thicknesses leaving my body. There is even other new sensations as there is a new amount of liquid, which is opaque and is exiting from my erect, big nipples. Leaking huge amounts of milk, I feel my cocks grow even harder and my twats tighten. I am gaining fetishes quicker than I thought possible. Sexual liberation is wonderful because I love huge tits, similarly large cocks, lactation, hell, I am even thinking about leaving the house nude so everyone can stare at my sexy new body. I turn off the shower, summon my fluids back to me and feel more and more power. I begin thinking that with these new powers I could pull off some devious things, and I even have the confidence to do it now. I can change my identity at any time and be unrecognizable. I could get back at people who have wronged me, break into high security places at the drop of a hat, steal indiscriminately...even kill people. Then I realize how truly disgusting all that sounds. I have no desire to use these powers for anything but pleasure, and maybe a little bit of legal profit later. I could be the best stripper or even escort ever. I materialize a low-cut tank top that fits snugly over my melons with a cute unbuttoned over shirt to sit behind my tits to show them off even more. I then make very short shorts that show off my now plump ass, but somehow mask my massive cock. Before I leave the bathroom I think about what I want my parents will see when they look at me so I look in the mirror and see the normal me, but when I look down at myself I see my gigantic tits popping out from my chest and my curvy body. I know that this will be what my parents are going to be seeing and I am ecstatic that I won't have to constantly change my appearance which seems like a bit of a hassle. I walk through my house quickly and tell my parents even more quickly that I am going out, and before they can respond in disbelief at my newfound social life, I am out the door. I realize that I ran out of the house in record time. Like ridiculously quick. I had been pretty athletic but nothing like that. I decide that I am going to test out this revelation and run to the doctor's office. This would seem kind of ridiculous because the hospital is like 10 miles away, but I arrive in almost no time at all. I look down at my watch and see that not even a minute has elapsed...I search through my brain trying to find something I missed, and I can remember all the people I passed and all my surroundings on the way here, but no one pays me any attention. I simply pass in front of them too quick for them to see. Without hesitating my ever quickening mind sorts out the fact that I can make even the smallest molecules in my body increase their speed and function 1000 fold and I can manipulate my body in even more awesome ways than I thought possible. I am even better than Super-girl. I am far too excited to see the doctor and show him what I can do...and do to him. Thanks to my powerful brain, even though I didn't really look at his personal card, I can remember his name is Eugene. Ha, this is awesome. I walk into the building and ask if Doctor Gene is in. The nurse sitting at the front desk answers politely that he isn't in today, so I ask if I could make a phone call. She responds that I will have to step out, but as she does so she finally looks up to see my body and she makes an audible gasp. I can tell that I have affected her because I probe her mind and she has a world of dirty thoughts swimming through her head. I grin and thank her, but walk out. She is not my target for the day, but this will make the prospective activities I have in mind even more fun. I quickly type Doctor Gene's phone number from his card into my phone. "Hello, this is Doctor Gene speaking." Yes, I got him in person. "Hi Doctor Gene, this is Julie Smith." "Aaaah, Julie. How's everything going? Feeling alright?" "Yeah, better than perfect. Actually, I had to talk to you about something that I've noticed." I say coyly. "Would you like to come and talk about it?" "Well, I am already at the hospital, but I could probably get to you before you could get to me. Would it be too forward to come to your house?" There is some hesitation on the line, and I can hear Gene's thoughts. 'I am not sure if there is any wrong-doing if I have her over, plus it is probably something very important if she called me just a day after the procedure. But man, Maria probably won't like this...Eh, I am just seeing a patient.' "Yeah Julie, come on over. I live pretty close" I couldn't resist saying something about his thoughts. "I'm sorry was that too familiar? I don't want to get in the way of a girlfriend or something." He laughs, with just a twinge of nerves in the mix, "No, it shouldn't be a problem. Come on over." He tells me where he lives so I walk over letting people appreciate the curvy me. I garner many second glances and more than a few blatant stares. I can even sense a few raging erections and suddenly wet pussies as I pass. This is really awesome. No one is angry, and I make sure children can't see me, but damn is it nice to be getting all this attention. I get to Gene's large, but modestly designed house and knock on the door making sure to deflate my body. Don't want to let him know all at once. He answers quickly, greets me politely, and tells me to come in. We sit down on couches in a warm, inviting living room. "So, what's going on Julie?" "Well, in short, something very interesting. I can't really explain it without showing you." ... "Uhm. Is it private? Something that would be better suited for a visit to the hospital? Or even if my wife were to walk in, would she have need for words with me?" "Quite honestly, it is private, but you'll want to see this here." Gene almost imperceptively gulps and tries not to show concern, but his thoughts ring in my head. 'Maria's been a bit distant lately. Please don't let her walk in right now.' "Don't worry, Gene. One of the things I can do will help alleviate your worries." I say very sensually as I slowly start to inflate myself. Gene's eyes start to widen as he sees my tits slowly grow from a tiny B-cup swell into C's then D's then all the way up to my new resting cup size of GG's. My shirt has ripped off half way through and my full bust is exposed to the sweet, concerned doctor. Before he could stammer out an answer I increase my hips and backside, tearing my shorts nearly off, but then I create my gigantic 14 inch cock which as it hardens tears my shorts clean off my body. I'm not the only one affected by my stark nudity as Gene thoughtlessly moves his hand down his pants to his rock hard cock. I can hear all the twisted perverted things he wants to do to me from his thoughts. "So you're as perverse as I am Gene." I say as my thrall nods his head full of raunchy thoughts. "So why won't you just fuck me now?" "I want to, but then I would be just like her." "Gene, did your loving wife cheat on you?" "Maria, why did you do it?" Gene says to himself in a depressed tone. "We'll get Maria back, but then she'll be part of the fun Gene. I'll make it so she never takes advantage of you again. Now what do you want to do Gene? " "To fuck you, please!" Gene says begging for me. I pull down his pants, and his package is a small, but girthy 4 inch cock. "I think this is fine, but let's make this a little more fun for you, me, and Maria, okay?" He nods his head as I move mine closer to his shaft. His prick gives a little jump as my lips meet his head. I stick my tongue out to teasingly lick his cock from the base to his tip, and Gene let's out an almost mournful cry. Maria's been holding out too, because he is already leaking pre-cum. I take pity on the poor doctor and swallow his cock whole and fast. He's enjoying himself too much already to realize that my body is now starting to change his as well and his up until recently small cock is now swelling down my throat as I continue up and down his shaft. His extra length must be causing him extra pleasure as he is white knuckle gripping the couch that he is sitting on. I am excited at his satisfaction and begin working my own stiff prick and dripping cooch. We both grunt and moan from our play time. I decide to keep Gene's cock at a fair 10 inches, and I really keep it up a notch. I feel his dick pulsing as I gag on his member over and over. He grabs the back of my head, regaining some amount of self-awareness, and forces me down on his shaft. "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum, I'M GONNA CUM!" He yells as he unloads a torrent of jizz down my throat and I am so close to orgasm, but I hold off waiting for his balls to dry, and as soon as he removes his cock from my mouth, I stuff my oversized dong down my own throat and cock my esophagus with my own tsunami of spunk. Meanwhile a waterfall is erupting from my snatch and is soaking Gene's poor hardwood floors. "Oh my god, Maria is going to kill me!" Apparently, Gene has gotten a hold of himself. "Maria won't be mad, I am sure of it. And even if she is I can help you make sure she stays with you." I kiss Gene deeply as I finish and start stroking his balls, making them full to bursting with more cum. "You'll be so much for your wife she'll never need to seek the company of another man again." Gene's mind began flooding with pornographic images of him and me that I am eagerly going to satisfy. I break my kiss and lean over his hard, throbbing cock and wrap my bouncy tits around his shaft and start moving them up and down very slowly. He moves his hands to my nipples as I am keeping them moving, holstering the girls with my elbows, and he begins toying and pinching my nips making me shudder with delight. "Someone's getting more adventurous now. Hold on to those tits and rub them all over your dick." I free my arms as Gene takes my overflowing breasts in his hands, and I tease myself slowly. I begin to develop a wonderful plan that both of us will love. Gene really starts going at my tits, fucking them with no restraint, using my body as though I were a doll. I, in turn, begin playing with myself as furiously as I can manage. We both become absorbed in our pursuits of pleasure, but I make sure to note that Gene's prick starts to pulse and he lets out a few desperate moans. I move with my newly found speed and stand up above him on the couch. I start jacking him off and when he opens his mouth to scream in bliss, I line up my gigantic shaft, and shove it down his throat as we both unload gallons of jizz. Every one of his pulsing cumshots is enough to full a large waterbottle, and his genital enhancements allow him to shoot his massive loads across the room. My cumshots dwarf poor Gene's as I shoot the spray non-stop down his throat. His stomach begins to expand to accept all my seed. I pull my happy cock out of Gene's mouth, still wet and dripping with his spit. Gene's mouth stays closed fast with a mouthful of cum still in it as he swallows the last little bit of it. As I am admiring my work, Gene's stomach slowly disappears, and I hear him speak, or at least I think it was him. 'Master, how can we serve you? How can we change Gene to your liking?' The sickly sweet voice is not Gene's but actually my own semen speaking to me psychically. Everything about my body now serves to make everyone as gifted as me. 'Ah, perfect. Worked better than I could have expected. Make him into a beautiful hermaphrodite like me, except make him a bimbo outwardly, but be able to control it inwardly. I want him to be able to continue his work after our fun.' 'It would be our pleasure, Master.' As though I needed more reason to enjoy my new powers, now I can control others, and I watch Gene's black hair lengthen past his shoulders to his

butt. His face losing it's masculine ridges for more sharp feminine looks. His eyes only growing slightly more focused, but a new emotion grows behind them. A need, not a desire, for sex is becoming more and more apparent. His thin lips plump to a ridiculous thickness that shows that he is asking for cock to be stored between them. At first his body slowly loses a bit of his male thickness, but he begins to fill in from bottom to top. Gene's calves and thighs gain a good deal of sexy muscle definition, which lead to his hips growing significantly wider along with is ass which has grown large and slappable. His dick still rigid grows another two inches leaving him a healthy foot long cock. Underneath his baseball sized scrotum grows in a meaty pussy dripping and waiting for fulfillment. Gene's hands reach down and quickly test the new genitals before playing with them fervently. As he is abusing himself Gene grows a pair of round E cup breasts that jiggle as he plays with his dual sex organs. "Well, look at you sexy bitch," I say enticed by this bimbo standing in front of me. "You're not too bad yourself, hon," the new Gene responds, her words dripping with arousal. My cock stiffens harder than it has ever been since I could make one. "Go and sit on that couch, Gen...I guess I can't call you that now, how does Gina sound?" Gina nods and obediently moves over to the couch and sits her luscious ass down, her cock standing bolt upright. I started to straddle Gina, but first made my cock just a little bit more elastic. I line up Gina's pussy and I insert both our cocks into each other. "Oh My Fucking GOD!" Gina yells in triumph squeezing my ass as we start pounding each other furiously. If Gene didn't have such a large house the neighbors would easily hear the pounding of juicy flesh against each other. As we pounded my hands moved to Gina's large bouncy tits and started toying with her nipples. Gina, no longer able to form words in her bliss, just moaned gratefully. We must have been pounding wordlessly for hours, spilling countless gallons of male and female sex juices all over the house when we heard it. The front door creaked open, but Maria was obscured by huge shopping bags from designer stores. Apparently Gene was loaded and Maria took full advantage. "Hey Gene, can you help me with these?" Maria asked. Unfortunately her appearance did not mean Gina stopped her hips from pounding me and I let out a lecherous moan. Maria simply dropped the bags with a splash from our cum coating the floor, and she stared wide-eyed at the woman who looked like a slutty sister of Gene's fucking another slutty girl...me. Luckily I already had this planned, which Gene must have known from control I have over him now because he seemed pleased at Maria's arrival. Gina slipped her cock out of me and we stood up to address Maria and I got a good look at her. She was naturally gorgeous. She had a beautiful, natural tan, wonderfully soft facial features which she complimented with only light amounts of makeup. She has a shapely body with nice C-cup breasts and feminine hips and a round booty. I knew I wasn't going to be changing this pure beauty. Not only was she a classic kind of pretty, but she made my cock even more excited. "Don't worry, Maria," I said as she was frozen to the floor looking us up and down with concern on her face. I could tell that behind her worry she was completely aroused because she would linger slightly on our massive proportions. "Who are you two? How do you know my name? And where is Gene?" She asked hurriedly still glued on the spot. "Just let me explain Maria, and while I do that make your way to the couch and sit down." This is the first movement she made, but she slowly moved to the couch and sat down with another squelch which she didn't seem to notice. "Maria, my name is Julie Smith, I am a patient of Gene's. I know your name because Gene and I have gotten very close. You should be able to tell because Gene is the one who was just fucking me." Maria tried to speak but I cut her off. "Don't worry this isn't permanent, we were just having a bit of fun while I showed Gina what I can do. That being said, Gene also told me that you cheated on him, and since I have already seen into your mind, I know it's true. He's not angry. He's your man, and he wants you to be his, but I think we can become good friends if you let us. Maria was silent for a while. "This is unreal, I can't believe I am even sitting here still," she said quietly after her pause. "How can you do this, and why am I so horny?" "How I got these powers would take too long to explain, but your husband had a role in giving them to me. So I rewarded him with his own set of abilities. Also, you are horny because when I change myself with sexual desire in mind, I exude all sorts of pheromones which leaves the object of my desire very excited, correct Gina?" "This is all correct my love," Gina said with her intelligence back, "Julie has given us a wonderful gift, not only can we be closer to each other, but we can become the next step in human evolution. This form has so much power, but it is tempered by desire for good and mainly for pleasure. All Julie and I desire is for good to come to the world, including this enhanced living, and massively increased pleasure. Julie and I will give you so much power, and you will love it. Most of all you will love me for it, so please come over here and let me give it to you." Gina, having regained some independence walks over to Maria on the couch and kisses her deeply. A kiss that is returned with great vigor from Maria. After Gina breaks off the kiss, she presents her huge cock to Maria. Maria looks her cock up and down, then looks up at Gina's sexy, sultry body and thinks for a second...Then in one fluid motion takes about half of Gina's meat rod down her throat. Gina lets out a moan from the awesome display and Maria's hands move, one to assist in pleasuring Gina, the other to her dripping pussy which give a happy squelch. "Oh god, Maria! You are making me so hot!" Gina nearly yells already. Maria is a natural cock-sucker because I can feel the intensity of Gina's oncoming orgasm, and she unloads waves of jizz down Maria's throat. I can tell that Gina's power has grown too because I can now also hear what Maria is thinking, linking all three of us together. 'Oh that was delicious, now I know you can hear me Julie, so let me taste yours while Gina gets my main course.' She thinks and right as I hear it she opens her mouth while shifting forward onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to Gina. Gina needs no more signal and lines up and plunges insider her wife. Not wanting to be left out, I grab my dick and put the tip in Maria's waiting mouth and shove my whole cock down her throat. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as Gina and I essentially lumberjack saw her with our cocks, and fuck our new, and highly willing sex-toy. Gina and I are thoroughly enjoying this, but Maria is losing her mind in the tsunami of pleasure. There wasn't a movement that didn't cause her to squirt. Maria must be a weakness for both of us because Gina and I came very quickly and at the same time, thrusting deep into our respective holes, causing Maria's poor back to bend slightly at our rough treatment. I could feel the vast amount of pleasure as we poured gallon after gallon of cum into her. Maria eventually came down from her oversexed high, and started to think more clearly. "Oh...my...GOD! That was awesome honey, in the classical sense of the word." She jumped into Gina's open arms. "I am sorry I ever cheated on you. I was wrong to pursue sex away from you. I never did it out of spite. I always loved you, you were just so busy and..." Gina cut her off. "You have no need to apologize, but now we never have to leave each other. Or when we decide to bring someone else in, we can both have fun. Also, this should be a good time." Gina plit herself in two, one being Gina and the other being classic Gene, but sporting a much larger package. "You can probably do this now too, Maria." Said the male Gene. Maria thought about it and she split into her naturally beautiful self, and a version of her that looked like she had undergone so many plastic surgeries you wouldn't be able to count them on your hands. She gave the new version rounded tits but they went down past her hips, massive puffy lips only good for sucking dick, make-up that would be considered a lot even if it were spread across twenty women's faces, and curves that could never come naturally. "Ha, this is fun," Maria giggled. Gene turned to me. "So what do you plan to do with these abilities? I plan on studying them to see if I can more quickly spread them to the rest of humanity. I think this will do a lot for the human race. At the very least make us more peaceful, let alone horny." Gene said with a smile. "I think I am going to spread the gift the way I gave it to you. The fun way." I smiled happy with the possibilities, happy with my new purpose in life, and happy because I was becoming more than a little hard at the idea. Chapter 3 – Looking to the Future "You're on in 10, boss," My assistant opens the door to shout in. "Gotcha thanks. Wait a sec." I say calling after the clone of myself who was running around the club like a mad woman. "What's up, Julie?" "How do I look?" "Spitting image." "Good." Working with your own, personal clones is fantastic. I know when they are lying, but they are also perfect for saying exactly what I want to hear. I look back in the mirror and I see something that I was expecting, but still a little odd to see after all this time. I see a redheaded woman with her hair parted, slightly wavy, over her left eye but both eyes have sparkling blue eye shadow and my head is a bit more ovular than usual. I am also wearing gloves that reach past my elbows in the same blue as my eyes. I also have a ridiculously curvy figure where my should is a normal width, my waist looks as though I were wearing the most form squishing corset, but without the Ren-fair faire, and a behind you could bounce quarters off of. My ridiculous frame is covered very tightly by a slinky, strapless, red sequined dress that has a split up my right, shapely thigh and shows off a considerable bit of my copious, massive, perky breasts. In case you haven't seen the classic mixed live-action, animated classic Who Framed Roger Rabbit, my form mirrors none other than the uber sexualized Jessica Rabbit. Although, I do give myself a bit more bust than the original- which makes me look even more like a cartoon-that is what I love about my powers. My body is much like another plaything, but one that I take care of well...Although, it is pretty easy to take care of. Just make sure I keep everyone lusting over me or fucking me relentlessly. I walk gracefully out of my dressing room and glide to the stage in my massive blue heels that keep my feet sloped like a Barbie doll's. All my other clone, co-workers nod at me while keeping their eyes glued to my jiggling chest planets. "Give a big round of applause for Yoko Littner!" The announcer says over the booming PA system. We really enjoy theme nights at the club. The anime character with a slightly enhanced bust walks off stage. "Wow, boss. You look good! You'll knock them dead. Also, there are some good prospects for tonight. They are really worked up. Have fun." The naked woman walks away after a wink. I know she is a flesh projection of me, but damn she got me hot and heavy. Well, it will help me with my performance at least. "Next up, we are happy to welcome to the stage, my favorite, your favorite, and definitely Roger's favorite. Jessica Rabbit!" You could hear the cheers from miles way had the doors not been soundproofed. An old styled jazzy song comes on and I start singing the words to 'Why don't you do right' from the movie. No one really pays attention to the words though as I am slowly, seductively rolling my long gloves. Once my fingers have escaped their silky prison, my hands move to pull my dress up slowly past my knees, then over the length of my legs, revealing sexy hips which leave little to the imagination with my G-string with a cartoon bunny on it that showed off a cartoonish large ass. Next I reveal my navel and my tiny waist, which is a little wider than the cartoon because I want at least a tiny shred of realism. Next, I give a long look at the crowd while my hands rest on the fabric right below my nipples, showing some under cleavage. After some tense seconds where I finish the song, I tear the dress off pulling my tits up and they bounce back into their resting position with little tassels where my nipples are placed. A new song comes on over the speakers and a pole jumps out right in front of me as I jump up on the pole and twirl around while my tits jiggle away. The crowd all unzip their pants, which is expected let alone allowed in the club, and I get down from the pole and tear off the little clothing left clinging to my body. I think to myself, 'Here comes the fun part.' None of them touch their cocks or even a few pussies, except for exposing them to me. I let myself down onto my knees and plunge my fingers into my drenched, waiting cunt. I love this feeling; my arms are pinching my mounds together as my left hand plunges three fingers inside my tight slit while my right index finger rubs my clit vigorously. Before longs I have whipped myself into a moaning frenzy and I am already feeling myself get close to completion. I look to see my thralls and appreciate the fact that my female watchers are losing it more than the men. I do love when women cannot control themselves around me. With that thought I am driven over the edge and cum with the force of an explosive round of ammunition and spray girl cum in a literal torrent on my crowd. Without anyone touching their privates they all cum on queue as well, spraying well beyond their usual abilities. All of which fills me with more good natured power and energy. I then slow down time around me, directing all the jizz to my body, but also choosing who will be my next normal lay. I send the beautiful woman and the handsome man telepathic messages to meet me in a week's time to have some fun. Unfortunately, I have too many other things to take care of to stay at Fantasies (my club) myself. Luckily, I have more than enough slutty clones to keep it running. My duties have become very great in number since Gene and I shared our abilities with Maria. One of these duties is stopping into Gene and Maria and fucking the shit out of both of them: often. I head back to my dressing room nude. I quickly transform myself back to what I am now calling normal. The tits are just a bit bigger, growing to double F-cups. My hair turns back to brunette and I clear my face of make-up. I give myself bit wider waist but keep the nice ass. The last thing I change is above my cunt grows a monster, arm-length cock that is permanently erect. I walk into my dressing room and sit on my personal bed where I do my usual after stripping practice. I take my huge tits, wrap them around my wide cock, and take the remainder down my throat. I keep massaging my prick with my bouncy tits, and my throat kneads my crown. I moan into my own cock waiting for the close moment where I drown myself in spunk. I feel my cock pulse from the base and I wait for the monster load. Literally seeing stars, I feel the huge amount of cum hose out of me and spray into my stomach and once I've had my fill I pull away blowing in my mouth till it overflows so I let my cock go completely allowing cum to fly all over my sexy body. I sit in the glow of post-ejaculation bliss for a while. I always try to sit back and remember how amazing my life is now. I am a sexual god among humans, I can choose who else I give this gift to, I run a highly successful night club, I have more than a few politicians who are not only supporting my goals, but also are trying with me to help the common good. I guess my upcoming porn deal is going to be pretty awesome as well. I am climbing the ranks and I don't even need money. I keep myself and my clones sustained on sexual release. Food is just a luxury to me now. I give away 95 percent of my profits to various charities. My life is pretty awesome. ... Today, I am going to meet Gene and Maria at their lab because they have an announcement for me, as I do for them. Since the transformation Gene and Maria have been closer than ever. Maria has since jumped quite a few IQ points (as have I but to an even greater degree) so she has been working with Gene studying the effects of a drug trial and the subsequent sexual nature of the trial since the drug is a cure all based off of my cum. Also, when they get bored or hit stopping point, they fuck each other's brains out. They aren't the only ones who have been busy. My clones aren't just for doing my dirty work, although I am still telepathically linked to them so I still get their full experiences. I also have many more clones simply enjoying and experiencing any media they can get their hands on. My brain is more than likely the most powerful thing in the world, and if I wanted to concentrate on just one thing I could master anything in a few minutes, but I would rather do a bunch of things and have somewhat normal life. I have some playing video games, listening to music, reading fine or awful literature, researching scientific developments, and of course still fucking like rabbits. I figure I can leave the breakthroughs to the lovebirds though. I walk into the same hospital that I got my treatment at. I've become a regular here and everyone knows my name. They also are well aware of the skimpy clothes I wear. Right now I went with slutty hippie for the fun of it. My hair is long and wavy reaching my butt with a headband around my forehead. My other wear is where it gets fun. I am wearing a very thin but royal purple flowing top with frilly sleeves and a V-neck that goes past my belly button. You can see more of my huge breasts just by looking slightly down because my nipples easily poke through the fabric. I still have my giant cock so I wear an ankle length floral skirt that is cute, but much less sexy. "Hi Donna." I say cheerily to the receptionist. "Hello Julie," she responds hopefully. I may have slept with more than a few of the hospital staff as well. "Are you going straight to see Gene and Maria?" Her eyes are filled with longing. "Yep. Sorry Donna, I'll make sure to pencil you in soon." She will be getting a call but not from me, but maybe a group of my helpers. I then head to the stirs and teleport to Gene and Maria's lab. I love being me, but it is still so odd to be able to manipulate my body and the world like that. As I reappear an instant later I see very quickly what is happening. Gene has taken to being Gina while fucking his wife so he has two watermelon globes sticking from his chest and a cock the size of a horse ramming into Maria who has also ditched her former, classy body for something much more lewd. She has even grander tits that, if they weighed how much they should naturally, they would leave her back broken to paralysis. Maria also has an ass to die for which is exactly where Gina is ramming her absurd cock into which causes great claps of flesh and sets all their naughty bits to jiggling. I enjoy watching these two, human sex-toys, but I am getting really turned on as well by their animalistic sex. My cock ballooned very quickly so my long dress was brought up exposing my second sex organ that was dripping with lust. I let out a little coo taking off my loose clothing, but the two still wrapped in bliss didn't take notice of me. So I slipped behind sexy Gina to take in her wonderful ass. I took a good look at the bouncy flesh and got her rhythm down and lined up with her rosebud. "Hey," I said and as they turned slightly I slammed my whole length into Gina whose ass must be well trained by her wife because her sweet hole let me in without any resistance or hesitation. "OOOOOH FUCK!" Gina screamed as I slammed into her prostate which caused her to immediately cum into Maria's pussy. "OH GOD! You're filling me up so much!" Maria screamed as I pumped into Gina's tightening hole and with every move of my hips, Gina came more and more into Maria. "I can feel the cum run through me. There's so much!" She got out the last few words before cum flew from her mouth like a waterfall with a look of bliss in her eyes. The absurdity of the situation turned me on even more which caused me to start pumping breast milk all over my two lovers who were already wet with sweat and sex. Gina's ass gripped my swelling cock even more as she took over the movements. She was now pushing herself on my cock and when she pulled away from my shaft, she was further burying herself in her wife. "You fucking sluts. You couldn't even wait for me to arrive?" I said petting Gina's ass before planting a rippling smack on it, which caused her ass to seize on my cock. "Let's make it up to you. Get in between us and we'll both fuck you relentlessly." Maria moaned still being shafted by Gina. "That sounds magical." I said and I directed Gina to the table to lie down. Her cock sticking straight up, I climbed up and led her cock into my squelching pussy which sucked at his cock with purpose. "Now grind on this." I commanded Maria. She immediately jumped up and set my cock in her inexplicably tight hole. "God, I love you two." I said feeling a cock inside my pussy, and a pussy wrapped around my cock. It was then that Maria placed a sloppy French kiss on my waiting mouth. Also, Gina then started kissing my neck and ears, and her hands reached around and fondled my tits, which let out an even greater stream of tit juice. I moaned into Maria's slutty mouth. "Julie, you are so fucking hot. I love plowing your hot cunt." Gina whispered in my ear as her cock pushed in me even further and I could feel her veiny, pulsing cock filling my snatch that gripped her. I could feel Maria's pussy clench down on my huge shaft as well. I can feel both my sweet sex organs scream out in pleasure. "I'm gonna cum." I yell. "So am I baby," Gina whispers in my ear. I feel her cock project semen deep into my womb and I feel it dribble down my cunt as my cock explodes from the mind-bending sensation of fucking and being fucked. My hot cunt and huge tits are both expelling vast amounts of juices which Maria is trying to catch with a mouth wide open, but a head and eyes that are empty of any thought beyond the carnal. I hear her try to swallow as fast as she can, but she cannot keep up with the torrential downpour my body creates. Damn the sight of that slut lapping up my juices is so hot. "I could never get sick of that sight." I say looking down at Maria licking the tops of her tits getting all my nectar off. I also dismount Gina and a torrent of her cum falls out of my pussy like a waterfall. "Oh Julie that was too good for words." Gina says getting up from the table. "I agree, Gina. That was amazing. What did you want to talk about?" I ask. "Wait, don't I get a say in this?" Maria says pulling her tit away from her mouth for a moment to speak and then returned to lapping at it. "I guess we could talk while we fuck my slut of a wife," Gina posited. "That is a welcomed suggestion. Which hole do you prefer?" "You take her ass, and I get her cunt?" I don't respond, I just pick the wanton slut up who coos as I lift her into the air. I lift her above my fist sized crown and let her slip all the way down my cock letting gravity do much of the work. Maria is in positive ecstasy and gives me a look to show exactly the degree she enjoys her whorish treatment. "I love you my slutty wife," Gina says softly as she stabs her cock balls deep into Maria's pussy which happily gushes over Gina's midriff. "Do you mind if we converse all the while fucking you my dear?" "Anything you wish, just don't stop fucking me, please!" The sultry woman moans. "No wonder you married her, I love her." I say as our cocks rub against each other separated by just a thin amount of skin. We teasingly fuck Maria at the same slow rhythm and we insert and pull out at the same time. "So you have news as well, Gina?" "Yes, Maria and I are splitting off from the hospital, amicably of course, and we are opening a private practice and research facility. Do you have news as well?" We start moving a bit faster to get Maria going and she responds quickly by tightening both her holes. "Yeah, I do, but go on." "Anyway, we're moving to our own new facility and starting a pharmaceutical line for rare diseases," we start humping at off beats of each other, which makes Maria cum like a fountain. "We will be basing our formulas off of our cum which, as you know, have healing properties. The only thing is we have to release them slowly so as to allow the scientific community to not catch wind of our gifts. We don't want to end up as someone else's lab rats." "I know how that goes." We both grope at Maria's tits and knead them and kept fucking her so hard a normal human would pass out from the pleasure. "Basically we plan on becoming the Bill and Melinda Gates of the pharmacy world. We will donate 90% of it to various charities and other organizations. After a while we are going to cure every disease and make everyone like us. Are you okay with that?" "Yeah, the world will be a Utopia. Also, are you close to finishing as well?" "So close!" Our cocks pulsate in unison and we both empty our oversized balls into beautiful Maria. "Oh GOD!" We fill Maria completely with our cum that she is gushing it from both the holes we are filling and flowing out of her mouth. After our jizz finally begins to slow, Maria responded once her throat was also clear of our sticky juices. "Well since I was unavailable for our news, what about yours Julie? But don't stop fucking me. That was amazing." "I cannot say no to you dear." Gina said with a smile. "No need to. Use me like your sex toy that I am." "Don't have to tell me twice," I say as I pull her down and stuff my cock in her mouth right out of her delicious ass. She moaned into my cock as it hit the back of her throat and started to search even further. "I thought for sure you'd take her tits." "Eh, I've gotten a bit snobby from fucking my own. Plus I rarely get to fuck Maria's guts anymore." "It is nice," Gina said as she put her cock in between her massive pillows. "So what's your news?" "Well, mine is significantly less humanitarian, but it will be fun." I really start face-fucking the empty-headed whore in front of me. Gina pools Maria's huge tits so he can penetrate the giant mounds of flesh right down the middle. "I am making a porn studio that will feature all the pornstars I can get to sign on. I'll be doing a bunch of fantasy and fiction plots as well. I enjoy the idea of doing porn parodies, and I already have a few 'go-to's' from the club." My whole cock is down Maria's throat and she still skillfully wraps her tongue around my shaft, and it feels like her tongue is still trying to jerk off my cock as well. "Are you going to be doing normal shoots as well?" Gina is really slamming her wife's tits so hard that the huge mounds jiggle in every conceivable direction. "Oh yeah, in fact would you two enjoy being a part of the site?" Maria moaned in approval into my cock. "I would love to, just give us stupid porn names." Gina said. "Good...Oh fuck, I am gonna cum." "Me too!" We both pull away from our respective parts of Maria and she knowingly gets on her knees. Gina starts stroking my meat pole and I do the same for her, stroking her massive dick. Both our cocks began twitching. Maria waited patiently, mouth agape, for our monster cumshots which greet her face with hose-like intensity. We cover her with our sticky, delicious gift. "Oh god. That was great!" She says brightly. Chapter 4 – Mending a Broken Heart "Fuck Me! Fuck Me HARDER!" She yelled. "Are you gonna take my load, slut?" I asked in response. "Fuck yes! Cum all over my face and tits. Make me swallow your huge load." She begged, completely honestly as well. I pulled out of her tight vagina and jerked out the rest of my load on her open mouth, face, and tits that she was presenting to me. I coated her face and tits completely with my warm cum and I saw her swallowing vigorously to take more of my seed, but there is no way she could keep up. I finally stopped spraying her with my sauce after about a minute. Shorter than usual. I still enjoy myself when fucking, but there seems to be something missing. I get close when I am with Gene and Maria, but nothing really seems to press my buttons correctly anymore. "Fuck, that was tasty!" She said after licking herself clean. "I could say the same for you Gianna." I told the curvy pornstar. I had deals with just about every pornstar ever now. I run a benevolent monopoly that allows other companies to be agents to girls and post their own content while giving them hefty payments for filming with their girls. "Do you want to stick around and have a personal session? I don't use the powers you gave me on camera, but I love them for my own personal use." Gianna's tits swelled from their normal tear drop shaped F-cups to gigantic orbs. "I'm sorry, love. I have other things I need to tend to. Still want lunch tomorrow though?" "Yes ma'am. Good luck on your engagements." Gianna waved goodbye and created a hunky man to fuck her some more. I've been spreading my powers through the sex industry to cure diseases, and sometimes just for fun. Some people just turn me down and I accept that. They believe I am distorting humanity and it frightens them. It is allowable and I wish them no ill will. I usually end up curing them of something, but sometimes they choose to perish instead. I can't blame them for sticking to their beliefs. ... I get into my car, which is bigger on the inside. I've finally got a few clones working on some tech and other applied sciences these days. Because of Gene, Maria, and I have made the world a sci-fi fantasy world together. We try to provide the best technologies to everyone. There is much less cyber-crime or even crime in general. I have ties in the government that are moving the world in better places. Terrorism has been all but wiped out. In addition to me being able to stop anything they want to direct at us, we just sent in a bunch of seductresses and they haven't stopped fucking them like teenage boys. Poverty and most diseases are wiped out. The world is at such a high level of operation, we are very near to utopia. Maria and Gene did become the new Gates family. To show no hard feelings they have the Gates over from time to time and have sexy geeky orgies. They get quite wild actually. ...Yet I am still feeling very empty. Like, I love it all. I am really happy I have created a new world, and soon we will be able to move to other planets and much more rapidly than we thought. But I feel like I am missing something. I guess love, but I can't connect with anyone anymore. I've tried, but ultimately it devolves and we just become sex friends. I've never broken up with a fling, just kept fucking them. Friends with benefits are nice, but I do want companionship, and the clones, even Gene and Maria, only do so much. "Hello, Julie. Do you want my slutty body while I give you your messages?" "I would love that Julie 2, put everything on me. Please start with the monsters on your chest." She looked exactly like me, the only difference was she was coated in what would normally be makeup, but it was of her own creation. "I would love to ma'am." She absorbed my clothes and exposed my hard cock, which she wrapped her tits around. "So you got a few sexts from Gene and Maria, apparently they learned how to animate objects on vacation and fucked the statue of David who is a grower not a shower." "Heh...oh that's good. What else my personal slut?" I ask playfully. She wraps her mouth around my crown as well. 'I forgot how tasty your cock is.' I heard Julie 2 think. 'Anyway, you got the normal confirmations from pornstars. Gianna Michaels already sent you a thank you for your sexy times. Madison Ivy is super excited for tomorrow. You also have pulled Tiffany Towers and Wendy Whoppers out of retirement and you're giving them their tits back without the weight so they can enjoy some screen time without back aches.' "Of fuck. I'm cumming." Julie 2 dutifully took the whole load. "If there is one thing I love about having clones is that they know what I like. 'Fucking tasty. Anyway, the last message is from the forbidden number.' "What's it about. I am actually curious. Now get on your hands and knees, please." She got on all fours on the giant bench and I slid myself inside of her beautifully slick and tight vagina. "Oh god, I feel so good." Julie 2 laughed at my bad joke which turned into a lecherous moan quite quickly. "So what does he want?" "Well, you are aware he is having trouble with his cancer from the newspaper article." "Yeah, I never turned him down, he knows he can ask for whatever form of treatment." Julie 2 clenched a little and I know it is because she feels awkward because I am angry, but her extra tightness causes her to cum even more. "Fuck! I know Julie, but he wants to see you personally now. Not a clone, personally. Goddamn you are giving it to me so good Jules!" I really was giving it to her slutty pussy. She was making a huge puddle on the bench seats and I had white knuckles from squeezing her hips to give me better fucking leverage. "You know Julie 2; this anger fucking is the best I've felt in a while. Turn around so I can blow my nut load all over that slut face of yours." "Please, give me your cum! I am your best slut! I deserve your huge cum load as your cum dumpster!" I pictured that dick's face and my balls clenched so hard that my cock turned into a cum fire hose. Julie's head was even pushed back a little from the force of my ejaculate. "Fuck, this feels great, why does it feel so good?" "Goddamn, it even tastes sweeter, sweety." "My head is still buzzing, call the guy and tell him I'll be there as soon as...you know what, stop the car." The car stopped by my voice. Self-driving cars are so cool. ... I materialized right outside his room and realized I was still naked. I put on some clothes with understated colors, but they are still quite revealing. My huge tits, ass, and cock are covered, but fairly apparent through the cloth. I walk in calmly. "Good to see you Julie. Thank you for seeing me. Let alone so quickly. I didn't know your league of clones was that good." "How are you, Darrell?" This was the man that ran me over. I tried contacting him, but he never responded no matter how many times I tried. Since then he has been cut off from me entirely. I tried to reach out so I waited for him. It just angered me. "Could be better, to be honest."...Usually I can read minds really easily, but I can't get through his. I don't know why. "Well this is odd. I actually cannot read your thoughts, which is actually a nice change, but why do you want me here?" "Well...I mean...honestly I thought I was going to beg for my life, but now that you are here, I just want your forgiveness." "Beg forgiveness for what? For creating a better world? For giving me an amazing ability? You are infuriating Darrell. I think if anyone needs forgiveness it is not you." "That's what some would think, but I shouldn't be saved. This is my penance. I was an awful human before the accident. I was a guy who didn't care what happened to you. I sped off after I hit you. I didn't even call the ambulance. That is why I never took any of your calls. Especially after you got famous because all that came out was about the good things you do. I literally made my money from using slave labor from homeless people, and flipped the houses they worked on and gave them just enough to binge on more alcohol and the cycle went on. I didn't want to bog down your noble pursuits while I

was still such an asshole. All I want is redemption before I die. I just want the best person in the world to forgive me before I go, even though it is more than I deserve." "Is this some sort of death-bed conversion?" "No. I just want someone to think I wasn't an entire piece of shit, despite the fact I was. I don't want to be remembered entirely in hatred." "You know. We are going to work on that promise and do you even better. Not only are you not going to die, but you are going to make up for your sins." "No. I should die. I should not be allowed to live on." "Completely wrong. You dying will help no one, especially yourself. You will make up for what you've done, but it will be under my watch. You will do exactly as I say. You will die, but be reborn as my protégé. A paragon of good. So take this." I hand him a vial. What he doesn't realize yet is that it is the most powerful concentration of my cum I have ever produced. "I don't think I should get a second chance." "Here's the thing. You are getting one. Now drink it up before I shove it down your throat." 'Slut' I think to myself. "Thank you, Julie." Don't thank me yet. Darrell drinks the contents of the vial. "Well this isn't exactly what I expected." "Give it a second." A few seconds passed and Darrell's eyes opened up as wide as conceivable, and he started to glow. His head was hitting the pillow as the changes started. Darrell's hair filled back in from his bald head and grew out beautifully blonde, curly, and long. His eyelashes come in and they grew out huge along with his eyes that even seemed to grow especially because his eyes are becoming outlined with huge amounts of eye shadow. His face even morphed to a very feminine version of his old self. Darrell's waist pulled in, his hips flayed out with an ass that lifted his pelvis up a little bit. Lastly, his chest ballooned out and became massive mounds on his chest. Coup de grace was he even lost his penis temporarily making him nearly all woman. He could grow it back if he wanted, but first he is mine. "I kind of figured this was your plan, but damn. Now that it has happened, it makes me so happy." Darrell said in a much higher register. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long and this is the perfect way to get back at me. For you to fuck me with abandon." "Not yet." "What? Why?" "Since you ingested the medicine made from my cum, I can now see into your mind. I know the men and women you wronged and I know where they are. We don't have to worry about making their lives better now, because I've all but eliminated homelessness, but I will allow them great sexual congress over your body, and until you give them the best orgasms of their lives you will not have me. And don't think you can get away either. You are now my slave until you fulfill your re-payment of this people, and I am fairly certain you will want to be my personal whore." "God, yes that is what I want, I am so fucking wet at the idea. Please let them fuck me, and then make me your personal whore. Created only to do your bidding. I will do all I can to please you." "You will have to. It will be step two in your atonement, but it will also be step one in becoming my wife. I know you think you are shitty, but you obviously want to change. You were just like me, just maybe a little more immoral, but I know we are similar people. You are going to be just like me, and we will fuck for an eternity. You gave my life meaning, and that is why you get a second chance as well. You gave me one. Well, that and I love me a good, cock-crazed, cum whore." "I would love to be your cock and cum whore." ... "I'm not usually one to get nervous, but I am really nervous Julie." "Don't worry, Darrell, all these men and women want to do if fuck you like the slut, which your new body will allow quite perfectly." I say disinterestedly on the surface, but on the inside I am burning with desire. "It's just the first time playing with a cock that isn't mine, and I am giddy with excitement to try out my new slut body." She says jumping in her seat and her naked, free tits jiggle happily, "but there are so many of them." "You know, you've taken to your new body so quickly. How about you being Danielle now?" "I love it. What are you going to do during my orgy of cock and pussy?" "Quite frankly, I will be thoroughly turned on so Julie 2 will fuck me after she is done briefing the participants." "Good, I wouldn't want you to be bored while I get to be baptized for my sins." Danielle's hands roam to her pussy and start toying. Fuck she turns me on. All I have to do is stall her for 20 more minutes and then she'll be mine. Hopefully her body won't overpower these men. "Danielle," "Yeah," she moans, I shouldn't tell her but I am going to. "I feel wrong for doing this to you." "You shouldn't. I am finally repenting." "No, not that. You still have control over your appearance, but only for 20 minutes. I was hoping to distract you for that time with sex, and then take you as my personal whore...or wife I guess, but you don't have to. You could transform and leave. I'd keep my eye on you, but you could have another chance on your own." There was a long pause where Danielle stared deeply into my eyes. She got up sharply and slowly moved to the door and I accepted it. She put her hand out to grab the knob, but suddenly stopped. "You are easy to fool." "What?" "I would have already changed if I wanted to leave. I am doing my repentance for me, but then I am going to be your fuck slave to make up to you." I get to my feet, cross the room, and plant the most passionate kiss on Danielle's face. "It won't seem like it, but you will be the person I most treasure. Since this has happened, all people have wanted me for was for their own pleasure. I like that, and I won't give it up, but I love that you are looking out for my pleasure." "It is all I want to do." "I love you, Danielle." "And I will stay Danielle, because I love you too." Fuck she made me so hard. The door slowly opened and Julie 2 came in. "Congratulations, now watch your true love get pummeled by cock." "Can't wait," Danielle and I said in unison. "So this is Darrell Williams now?" One of the men said, who had a huge dick. "Well, soon Danielle Smith, but yes. I am the man who wronged you, but now I am all woman." "Good. Now come here so I can fuck your face." Danielle walked towards him. "I'm so sorry Mitch. I hope to please you though." Danielle said demurely. "Although I am happy you remembered my name, that doesn't matter. If you are so sorry take my huge cock down your throat!" Mitch lashed out and grabbed the back of her head and roughly pulled her down to his cock which Danielle obediently opened up for. Mitch slammed and speared Danielle's throat with his cock. Danielle let out a moan. I wouldn't let her take this many cocks without letting her body enjoy it. Her pussy dripped from the quick stimulation. "James, Rich, John, Frank, Miller, Jenny, Amy, and Regina, she is apologizing to all of you and hoping you will take part in her deflowering. You may also have fun with each other, but we hope you share in the main feast." Julie 2 let them know what was running through Danielle's brain besides pure lust. "Do we all get to try each of her holes?" Regina asked. "Yes you do. Now have fun while I occupy myself with another slut in the room." They all were taking Danielle to town, and there wasn't much concern for same- sex contact. Mitch was closing in to cumming down her throat. James was fucking her tits, John was getting jerked off and fingering Amy who was also licking Jenny's pussy as well, Frank was plowing Danielle's ass, and Miller was screwing Regina who was tongue punching Danielle's pussy with abandon. "Oh good lord, she is milking us!" Mitch yelled as he came buckets down Danielle's throat with a wide smile across his face. "Fuck, you gave them a little boost, didn't you Julie?" Danielle asked after Mitch had depleted that orgasm. "I may have given them a little bit of an enhancement. I couldn't have my newest slut be unsatisfied." James shoved his throbbing cock in her mouth before she could respond saying that she was enjoying herself more than she had ever before. I really had made the ultimate fuck-doll. I watched the raucous action as I slammed balls deep into my buxom clone and came more than I ever had in my life. I stayed hilt deep in her to make sure I didn't drown us all in cum. I couldn't handle the thought of this lovely woman, who until recently was a man, who I changed, and who owed her life to me and will repay it in sex that gratifies me 100 percent and at all hours of the day. "Fuck, we really like seeing her get pounded," Julie 2 exclaimed, as she squirted all over me. "Yeah, she's such a great fuck slave." Chapter 5 – Bringing Two People Together, Forever Danielle was covered in cum. She had nearly blacked out from her row of orgasms, which with the men and women's increased libidos, lasted for at least four hours. She came from her new lovers for four straight hours. It was a joy to watch. "I...cannot...believe...that just happened. I never thought penance could feel so good." "Yes, Danielle. I wouldn't make it that bad for you. Now wake up your partners and thank them for a good time, and if they think that their repayment wasn't enough to call your wife at a later date. Aka Me. After they all leave we are to be wed." Danielle dutifully got up and woke up her newly reconciled friends. They all said they would be in touch so they might be able to share in my fabulous whore. After their honeymoon period of course. After the visitors left, Danielle skipped across the room and sat in my lap. "I think I want to be your stereotypical wife. I'll wait for you to come home, have dinner waiting, and I'll only have an apron on so we can let the dinner get cold as we fuck and create heat that way. I think that is all I want though. I want you to love me, and for me to work for that love for the rest of my life." I peer deeply into Danielle's big, clear eyes. "I've never felt this way about a person. Not only will you be my favorite of my sexual encounters, but I also just want to cuddle next to you watching some silly show. I want to share everything with you. I hope you can forgive me for my scorn because I love you. I think I always have." "I think these will do as vows." Julie 2 says standing up. We all teleport to the intersection where we first met, unintentionally. Julie 2 reappears in a priest's collar and cloak, but nothing else. Danielle showed up wearing a corset fashioned after a wedding dress that pushing up her tits even more than normal. My dress, if you can even call it that, does cover a small bit of my breasts with triangles up to my nipples, but showing my entire cleavage. It ends at the top of my hips with what looks like a tiny ballet fringe and my cock droops down to my knees. "I now pronounce you brides. Please kiss each other." Danielle and my eyes meet. We move in slowly and kiss each other conservatively (especially for our dress) but passionately. "We can't have this being too traditional so," Julie 2 gives a little flourish of her hand and a bed appears in the middle of the road. A few signs pop up down the road to inform passersby of the oncoming show, "please begin railing the more feminine bride." "Well, we don't have to worry about getting run over," I say as I undo my slutty 'wedding dress.' "Yeah, I'm not behind a wheel anymore, but this time I'll give you exactly what you want," Danielle said as she peeled off her corset and hopped on the bed. "Danielle?" I ask quickly. "Yeah? What's wrong?" "I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind our first time not be a cum fest and with people watching us?" "I would deeply love that." Danielle said looking at me lovingly. I gather up all my powers, which are near-god like even with all my clones wandering around using up portions of it, and I slow down time round us until the universe around us stops. "Holy Shit! I thought we would just teleport to another location. I have picked the right spouse." Danielle's wonder wore off and looked over to me. "Whenever you're ready Julie, I am more than waiting for consummation...That sounded way more romantic in my head. " Danielle says with a laugh. She rolls onto her back and her mountainous tits are standing at attention from her chest and her hands roam down to her pussy. She coos plainly as her fingers roam into her folds and plays with her clit. I am so turned on and I want to ravage her, but I hold back. I shrink my cock to a still impressive seven inches, but my cum will be normal size. I crawl across the bed and pull myself over my lover's body. "Hello, my love," I say before I plant a deep kiss on Danielle's mouth. She moans into my mouth as she pushes further into her wet slit. I move over to her neck and kiss her tenderly. Our tits rub up against each other and cause both of us to get even more hot. I can tell she needs it and so do I. I line myself up with her and slide in easily. "Oh god!" Even so much smaller than the usual monster, and I feel so damn good from it. I love it. Nothing has come close. I'm already going to cum!" I didn't have to wait long as she blew her load against my pelvis. "I have more than that for you." I say into her ear as she moans loudly, wordlessly. Now with every movement she cums more, drenching our bed in the middle of the road. Danielle isn't the only one feeling great. Even though I fashioned her new body as a sex doll, and she is orgasming more than should ever be possible, she is also trying to actively massage my cock, which would have put a lesser man over the edge in less than ten seconds. I hold on and stand up on my knees so I can watch the action. I am going mid-tempo, watching the waterfall of Danielle's cum gush like a hose, and both our sets of huge tits flailing around so sexually. I grab onto her love sacks and knead them like beautiful dough. Danielle screams at the treatment and her gushing pussy sprays even more. "I know you're distracted because god knows I am," I start to say, "but I love you. You are the only person who has been explicitly worried about me finishing, but Dani, I am going to make sure you drown in ecstasy every time we fuck. I'll make sure you drown in ecstasy when we are sitting together doing nothing as well. I love you so much!" I scream. "I love you too!" She screams, and we both explode from the pleasure. I've had a three foot long cock launch multiple gallons of cum in the most pleasurable way, but no orgasm has felt better than that orgasm and subsequent ejaculation. We both see stars for quite a time. "Oh my god...or should I say Julie?" "I am never going to get sick of the way your brain works." I lean over and put my tongue deep in her mouth. "So what do we do now?" "I guess I should return the motion to the galaxy." "Might be a good idea. But what about our waiting audience?" "I guess we could give them a show." I wink and smile to Danielle as my dick springs back to a foot and a half while rock hard and the world returns to its normal motion. "Julie 2, announce it." "Of course," Julie's voice is amplified out of my power. "Citizens of this fair town that saw the awakening of this sexy goddess, you may witness and jack off first hand to her first publicized fuck with her new wife, Danielle Smith. Another lust forged woman who will now take our favorite sex symbol in a marital way. Minors will not be able to see any of the exchange, so no need to try. Step right up ad have some fun. If you want to enjoy this experience later, watch the scene at Julie sex goddess dot com. Thank you all." Within seconds a whole crowd had gathered, naked, waiting for the show. We didn't make them wait long. We were already positioned on the bed for it but we teased them for a little while. I pushed her up to the headboard and pretended to put my cock inside her, instead rubbing it up her taught tummy. You could hear a collective, audible sigh from the crowd. "Not yet you pervs." Danielle said with a wink. "Yeah, we haven't even gotten started." I say as I get on all fours and put my face in Dani's snatch who returns the affection with a happy coo. "Oh, so you like my sweet cunt, don't you?" She sure knows how to work a crowd. I moan into her wet pussy as my tongue wanders past her lips, which she returns with another sultry moan. "My girl knows how to work a pussy!" She screams. I pull her around with my tongue leaving her insides. "Apparently Julie wants to see how good her whore is at working a cock. I'd bet you all are curious as well." Julie 2 says, stoking her own wet pussy. And she does know how to work a cock. She teases with her tongue for a few seconds and then without hesitation her lips move slowly down to my engorged balls. I would moan if I weren't already tongue punching her sweet cunt. I have created the best cock sucker on Earth because she is speeding up and I cannot help but unload my gift to her right away. If my last orgasm was the best of my life, this was the best orgasm of everyone in existence up until this point all at once. Danielle's body was tailor made to accept my massive loads, but she couldn't possibly keep up. She somehow manages to keep the cum down her throat, but my spunk rockets from her pussy and ass unable to hold back the flood of cum with her sexual dams. The crowd yells as they all cum simultaneously and are sprayed with a fountain of my and Danielle's jizz as they send their offerings our direction. My orgasm was wonderful, but Danielle's was just as good and it came from just throating my cock. "Stick around folks; we'll get your dicks harder and your pussies wetter this time around." Julie 2 yelled. This was quite true as I pushed back up onto my knees and Danielle took her former place with her hands on the headboard of the bed, and her ass stuck out for plowing. I moved right behind her, rested my cock on her ass and back, grabbed her hair, pulled her up and loudly gave her this command. "Tell these people what you want." "Plow me like the slut I am!" She yelled in a moan. "Fuck me with no care except your own pleasure." "This is why I love this girl. She's my slut." I said as I drove myself into her pussy, which greeted me with a wave of girl cum. I kept pulling Danielle's hair while I pounded her so the crowd could take in her prodigious, bouncing bust. My other hand stayed on her right tit, massaging the firm looking flesh that gave way easily as I groped her. I found her nipple and tugged at it and it exploded in milky goodness. "Look at me milk this cow. Good thing she has a stud to take care of her. Fill her tight twat full of a dick that is much larger than any bull's. How is it, baby?" "I can't get enough! I can't stop cumming! Treat me like an animal. Treat me like a sex toy! Everything you do makes me want your cock even more!" She yells each of her terse statements. I was reacting more than I thought I would to her dirty talk. I couldn't believe how much I loved her and how little I had to do to convert Darrell to Danielle. I could tell this had little to do with me. He always wanted to be used, but for good reason. Now she is being used though, as my own personal cum dumpster. This thought drove me to the brink, but I held back for just one more minute. "Where does everyone want me to cum?" I ask in hysterics. They unanimously responded in turn with, "on her face!" I indulged their fantasies and pulled out of Danielle and pulled her hair so she would face me sitting on her knees, mouth open waiting for my gift. I seemed to cum in slow motion feeling every drop of my fire hose, sized cum shot leave my balls and burst through my cock. My spunk slapped on her face and within seconds she had swallowed multiple times, her face and hair were covered, as were her tits, and everything else on her for that matter. With every orgasm caused movement I heard the bed squelch with the sound of our combined jizz and milk seeping into the fibers. I don't believe in god, but if that is what heaven is like, dying would be okay in my book. We sat there dazed for several minutes. The whole crowd also having shot loads bigger than their bodies would normally allow. When our genitals settled, Julie 2's voice came out of seemingly nowhere. "Well friends, time to go back to daily life." And that was true, but now I had the best partner a girl could ask for. I couldn't wait to introduce her to Gene and Maria. Outside a storm raged as rain pounded against the roof and thunder rumbled through the night. A bolt of lightening pierced the sky, casting shadows of the old oak against my bedroom walls while the howling breeze caused a low limb to scrape menacingly across my window pane. It was all very cliché. It was Halloween, all Hallows' eve, Samhain. That time when the dead walk the earth, and the spirits can commune with the living. Call it whatever you like, it was my favorite time of year. First, I love to be scared. All that adrenaline and those endorphins pumping through my system were a complete rush. And second, I love that the stories on Literotica turn a bit darker. Tonight I was lying in bed reading new story posts on Literotica. I had been through a few posts already, but this story had my heart racing as a young co- ed was taken in a haunted house by a ghoul, a werewolf and a vampire. As I read on I found myself rubbing my legs together to ease the ache which had started to develop. Unconsciously, my hand found its way beneath my nightshirt and I pulled the offending garment off. My fingers ran back and forth along my slit and slipped into my wet pussy. I withdrew my fingers and used the slick moistness to massage my throbbing clit. I gasped in pleasure, but it wasn't enough. Reaching into my "toy" drawer, I found my favorite dildo. It was average sized, purple, and realistically shaped. I brought the purple head up to my lips and sucked the length of it into my mouth. I read on as the co-ed sucked off the vampire while the werewolf ate her dripping pussy and the ghoul plucked and twisted her double D's. I sucked on the purple phallus as if I were willing it to shoot its load deep into my throat. The vampire now had a hold on the co-ed's head, slamming his cock into her mouth. He began to moan as he thrust faster and faster against the co-ed's pierced tongue. But before the vampire in the story came, I slammed the dildo into my dripping pussy. I moaned at the delightful intrusion. My right hand continued to slam the dildo between my dripping cunt lips as my left hand grabbed and twisted my nipples. I pinched and tugged and twisted, imagining some lover's hands abusing my large nipples. I imagined him sucking them greedily into his mouth, biting them and making me cry out. The pain taking my pleasure another step higher. I continued the ministrations on my nipples as my other hand continued to roughly slam the purple cock into my sopping pussy. I imagined my lover's weight upon me as he pistoned in and out of my tight hole. The imagined weight of him thrilled me. As I read on, the co-ed was now screaming around the ghoul's cock as the werewolf drove into her tight cunt and the vampire pierced her virgin ass. The mental image along with the purple phallus vigorously rubbing my g-spot had me groaning and coming just as the co-ed screamed out in ecstasy from her double penetration. My cunt convulsed around the dildo. I always seem to come harder when there is some imagined ass play involved. I was panting against my pillow as my hands fell away from my body. The purple dildo slipped easily from between my quivering pussy lips. I closed my eyes and imagined the weight of my lover collapsing on top of me. I imagined the rasp of teeth against my swollen nipples. I imagined how the weight of him as he collapsed exhausted over me would make it difficult to take a deep breath. I imagined the panting breath of my lover against my neck. I missed that heavy heat and the pressure a real body would produce. After several moments, my breathing slowed and I used the back button on my browser to return to the new stories portal. I was still horny. I was surprised when I noticed a new story had been posted this late in the night. I read the screen: Be Careful What You Wish For. It was listed as erotic horror and its description simply said:'read me if you dare'. I clicked on the story and was again surprised to see only one sentence. The words ran together, so I read them out loud to make sense of them: Comeinfromthedarkmyprinceandenteryourwillinghost. A loud clap of thunder startled me from the computer screen. It was one of those thunder booms which seemed to roll on forever. It shook the bed and as it continued, made the windows rattle and the floors vibrate. The wind outside seemed to have stopped for the moment, but I could still hear the staccato beat of rain against the roof. When I turned my attention back to the computer screen, I was back in the new story portal. I lay and watched the lightening flash through the bedroom windows for a few moments as the thunder continued its chorus of claps and rumbles. Usually a good thunderstorm put me right to sleep, but tonight I just felt horny. Too long without a man in my life I supposed. Dildos were okay. But nothing can replace the heat of a man. Or the feeling of his body pressing against you. Or the rasp of a tongue or the sting of teeth. I sighed and rolled over to open a new story. This one about a graveyard and awakening vengeful spirits. The story started off with the typical boy and girl on their way to a party. As the story continues the boy says something and pisses the girl off. The girl then runs into a graveyard and the boy leaves her there alone. The workup to this story was taking way too long and I was ready to use the back browser to chose another story when a strong gust of wind made the low branch on my tree scrape across my window. It was like nails on a chalk board and my train of thought was temporarily broken. I continued with the story. Now the girl was caught in a rainstorm and seeking shelter in an old mausoleum. It seemed someone else was also taking shelter from the storm in the stone building. A tall handsome man who soon was soothing the young girl's hurt feelings with his hands and his mouth. I reached down and began to finger my pussy again as I read on. I was wet again. Or still. And as my fingers pinched my engorged clit, I once again slammed the purple dildo home. As I continued to read, the girl was pushed face first into the wall as her new companion knelt behind her and greedily lapped up the juices from her dripping pussy. I continued to stroke my own pussy with the purple phallus. But as I continued to stroke in and out of my slippery channel it felt as if someone else's hand was guiding my own. The strokes became quicker, driving the purple cock deeper. It wasn't long enough to reach my cervix, but I suddenly wanted it to be. I wanted to feel that delightful pain when someone repeatedly slams into that wall, bottoming out in the moistness. Bruising, sweet pain. I moaned and rolled onto my back, completely forgetting the story. Lightening flashed and I gasped as the light threw a shadow on the opposite wall. It only appeared for a moment, but it looked like a man kneeling on the bed. My hand fell away from the dildo between my legs, but the hard phallus still drove itself home. Panicked now, I tried to back away from the object penetrating me, but was unable to move. As another bolt of lightening flashed, I noticed the air above me swirled like smoke. The room was suddenly still and I could hear my own ragged breathing. I could smell the musk of my sex mixed with another heavier smell. I struggled to move again, and felt a weight settle over me. I could hear the slurping of my own juices around the makeshift cock as something warm and soft and wet enveloped my nipple. Involuntarily, I arched my back, pressing myself into the heat of a mouth that was greedily sucking on my swollen nipple. I gasped as teeth rasped the sensitive skin before biting down. My mind warred between pleasure and panic as my body reacted to my unknown visitor. Another bolt of lightening flashed, and this time I could see the outline of a man spread out over me. The smoky air began to take form, and suddenly the imagined form was a whole. It was dark, but as the lightening continued to flash I could make out his body. He was tall with a muscular physique. Dark hair curled at his shoulders. I could not make out much else in the darkness, but I could feel his hardness against my right thigh. From what I could feel he was huge, bigger than any of the boyfriends I'd ever had, and I suddenly wanted to feel him inside me. Another flash of lightening and I could see his broad shoulders as he held himself over me. One hand was planted next to my head, while the other pulled the dildo from my sheath and tossed it aside. His head remained bent as he continued to suck and nibble on my sensitive nipples. With his other hand free, he began to tug and twist on my breasts. I tried to move my hands. Not to push him away, but to pull him closer. To press his head harder into my breasts. To encourage him in his ministrations. His head shook slightly from side to side, and my hands were raised above my head and held there by some invisible force. Again I tried to struggle, but he pressed his weight harder against me, pinning me to the bed. 'Who?' It was all I could get out before a rumbling chuckle sounded from his chest. 'Be careful what you wish for.' His voice was dark and smooth. And I forgot everything but him and the pleasure he was giving me. His mouth began to explore more, running up my neck and sucking on my earlobe. His hands twisted in my hair, yanking back. The pain made me gasp and my tormentor quickly covered my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue deep. The contact was divine as the ache from my tortured scalp made my pussy clench. His tongue continued to thrust in and out of my mouth, mimicking the thrust of his cock against my leg. Too soon his hands released my hair and I let out a groan of frustration just before he pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefingers. He twisted viscously and I moaned in pleasure as he laughed against my lips. 'Such the little pain slut aren't you?' That deep timber in his voice made me want to rub myself against him, but I was still unable to move. I wanted to plead with him to touch me more, to fuck me hard, but his tongue was relentless in its exploration. He continued to torture my nipples as his tongue delved deeper into my willing mouth. He tasted divine. I wanted to suck him. I wanted to feel him slide his cock between my lips. I wanted to feel him hit the back of my throat as I swallowed him. I was about to beg him when he thrust his huge cock into my wet cunt in one stroke. I screamed out in pain. I could feel him pressed up against my cervix. I was completely filled. My pussy lips stretched painfully around him. He didn't wait for me to become accustomed to his size as he pulled his hips back and slammed forward again. With each stroke he pulled back with just the head of his cock resting inside my stretched lips, then thrust forward ramming into my cervix over and over. The force of each penetration jarred my body and rocked the bed. Soon the pain became pleasure and I moaned loudly with each thrust. I could not have dreamt a better lover. There was just the right amount of pleasure and pain in his love making. His hips rocked against mine. His hands reached under my knees and pushed them up against my chest. His trusts went deeper and I could feel him rub against my g-spot each time he pulled back. I was close to coming when he suddenly withdrew. I cried out in frustration. He paused for a moment, looking down at me for the first time. His eyes were glowing a soft red, and a flash of lightening revealed a set of horns protruding from his head. I cried out in terror, not knowing who or what he was, just as he speared my body with his cock again. I came screaming, in terror, in pleasure, in pain. His thrusts came harder and faster. My pussy quivered as he drew another orgasm from me. He thrust forward one last time, his head pressed tightly against my cervical wall as he shot his seed into me. He groaned as I felt spasm after spasm filling my pussy. Afterwards he collapsed on top of me. I smiled as I felt his moist heat against my skin. His cock remained sheathed in my pussy, softening only slightly as his delicious weight settled on top of me. I felt his seed begin to trickle out of my cunt around his softening cock and I sighed in complete satisfaction. As we lay there he began to feel heavier and heavier and I tried to maneuver from beneath him. The more I moved, the heavier he felt and I found it harder and harder to breath as his weight settled further onto my chest. My vision blurred around the edges and in the distance I could hear him laughing as he said again 'be careful what you wish for'. The last thing I felt was teeth rasping over my nipple before darkness overtook me.

She had just finished putting the baby to bed when she sat down on the couch, tired from a long, hectic day. He was also on the couch, scrolling through the news on his phone. She said, "I think I'm going to go take a bath and relax for a bit." He didn't even look up, so she gets up and heads to the bathroom. She knows precisely where to turn to faucet so that it will be just this side of too hot. She adds some milk bath bubbles to the stream of water and watches the suds start forming. She walks back over to the mirror as she begins to undress. She watches herself critically, observing how her body looks and moves at 6 months postpartum. She had always been a bigger girl, never having much confidence. It was worse now that breastfeeding gave her such a voracious appetite for absolute junk. Her breasts are lovely though, a milky 40D. Below them is a generously soft belly, followed by thick, heavy thighs. She likes to think her interesting face makes up for her less-than-socially- acceptable body, but even then, her brows are too heavy and her nose...too Italian. Her eyes are a perfectly nice hazel, but she knows it's her hair that is her best feature. It's long, dark brown and thick. Staring at herself in the mirror while the water runs, all she can do is come down on herself. It doesn't matter that she is witty, intelligent, adept at cooking, and knows all the lyrics to any song on the radio. The fact is, her husband never pays her any attention. Which is depressing as hell, because he's the best sex she's ever had. She puts her hair in a messy bun on top of her head and steps in the bath. It's near scalding, but just what she wants. She lays there for as long as she can stand it, sweat dampening her hairline. The bubbles have all but disappeared now, and she looks down at her heavy tits. She squeezes one nipple, and watches as the milk drips down and mixes in with the water. She pulls the drain and stands up to dry herself off. Just then, the door opens and her husband is standing there. \---- He knew what she wanted. She had explained herself clear as day, how she needed to feel wanted and desired. Of course he desired her, she was beautiful, sensual, had a perfect ass and wildly uninhibited in the bedroom. He just did a really shitty job of showing her how much and how often he desired her. It is very uncomfortable for him to flirt in that way. Tonight, when she sat down, she acted tired. He was busy looking at articles on how to show your wife you find her attractive. One of the articles suggested watching her as she towels off from a bath or shower. Prove to her that you appreciate, and enjoy seeing her body. It's especially important for moms, in particular, new ones. He heard the water start to drain and heard her stand up, so he got up and rubbed against his cock through his jeans a few times, just to get the blood flowing. He opened the door to see her standing there, her skin damp and glistening. She was bent over, drying her legs and feet when she looks up at him, surprise in her eyes. She asks, "what are you doing?" "Just admiring the view," he says. How lame they both think. "Are you interested in doing more than just admiring it?" "Absolutely - I'll meet you in the bedroom?" He walks away, and she continues drying off. She hopes he plans to put in work to get her pussy wet, because whatever that just was...isn't going to cut it. He takes a quick shower, and steps out to her laying on the bed touching her clit. He can feel his cock twitch at the sight. He climbs into bed with her and rests his hand on her hip as he leans in to kiss her. They embrace, her turning in towards him and reaching for his cock. His hand reaches around her to squeeze her ass, he pulls her closer as they continue to make out. His hand slides down to grip her thigh, pulling her to straddle him. He wants to feel her weight on him, to have her heavy tits in his face and her soft belly resting on him. She goes with it, straddling him, his cock nestled between her pussy lips, gently pressing against her clit as she moves. She looks at him as she starts to caress one of her tits, hoping like hell he will take it in his mouth. She's wanted to nurse him since her milk came in...but she knows he is skittish about such a thing. She runs her fingers through his hair, pushing his head back slightly so that he'll look up at her. She guides her nipple towards him, and she watches as he opens his mouth to accept her. His eyes close as he begins to suckle at her breast, getting his first taste of her milk. \-- He reaches his hand up to squeeze the breast he is drinking from - the milk is warm and sweet, it's delicious. He wonders why he hasn't done this before...he feels her roll her hips over his cock, rubbing her clit against him. His other hand reaches for the other breast, gently squeezing it as he continues to drink. His hand is wet, his mouth is suddenly much fuller - her milk has let down. He pulls back to watch the milk pour out of her tits on its own, then quickly returns his mouth to drink as much as he can. She raises up, impaling herself into his cock. The combination of her warmth surrounding his cock and her warm milk filling his mouth almost sends him over the edge. She is whimpering over him as he feeds from her, she loves the attention of his mouth on her and his cock deep inside of her. She breaks the connection between his mouth and her breast, leaning down to kiss him and taste herself on him. She continues to ride him, and he watches - entranced by the swaying of her milky tits over him. He grips her thick hips and guides her down onto him, hard and deep. Her legs are getting tired and she can't keep up the momentum, so she climbs down off of him. She lays on her back, breathing hard. He rolls to lean over her, taking her other breast in his mouth. She relaxes and enjoys nursing him, nourishing him in a way that only she can. He slides his hand over her belly, coming to rest on her hip. She reaches down to rub her throbbing clit...small, tight circles with her middle finger. Suddenly he stops, grabbing her and flipping her onto her belly. He reaches for her hips and pulls her back towards him, sliding his cock easily into her wet pussy as she gets close. He starts pounding her pussy, gripping her hips and ass, loving the feel of her in his hands. She reaches down to start rubbing her clit, hoping to orgasm soon. He keeps pumping in and out of her, as deep as he can go, listening to the sound of her breathing, knowing she is getting close. After a long breath hold, she cries out, "harder, please...oh, I'm cumming, pleeeease." Instead of going harder he stops, wanting to feel her pussy pulse and contract around his cock. She starts moving, fucking him, as she whimpers "no, no, no, please..." He starts thrusting again, but her orgasm is gone. She had only just started to taste it before he took it away by stopping. It's only a few more ins and outs before he starts cumming deep inside of her, listening to her ragged breathing. He pulls out when he is finished, and lies back on the bed. She gets up and goes to the bathroom, he can tell she is pissed. Well shit. She sits down on the toilet and pushes as much of his cum out of her. She finishes up her business and goes to the kitchen for some water. He comes out and says, "I'm really sorry I stopped - I just wanted to feel you cumming. What can I do?" She responds, "just make it up to me next time. It's fine." He embraces her, kisses her cheek. He says, "I loved tasting you, I'd like to again soon." She smiles, kisses him swiftly on the lips and walks away to go to bed. "How much longer do you think it will be before he gets here?" Ava tugged absentmindedly at the hem of her skirt as she leaned forward to answer Stacy. "It's not even ten yet -- and you know he's never late for these. Don't be so impatient - I don't know how you made it to grad school without being able to sit for more than five minutes. I still can't believe we got here early enough to be in the front row. I wonder if we'll get to play at all." Stacy snorted. "Ha -- with my grades? No way. Did you see how upset Ms. Bancs was with me last week when I failed the quiz? If she had her way, I'd be in the last row. Or literally out of the courtyard and back in the building." Ava gazed around, enjoying the warm breeze that lifted the drooping boughs of the willow trees and ruffled her hair. The courtyard was her favorite place at Mason's Academy, and she spent as much time in it as possible. The trees, the koi pond, the gorgeous mahogany stocks set up on the center platform. As the school's star pupil and literal poster child, Ava had never been in them herself. But she had to admire their craftsmanship and attention to detail. The raised platform behind that made the offender's skirt slip up to expose her bare ass. The glass panel in the front to exhibit breasts the slightest whisper away from spilling free of the low-cut uniform top. The optional yet often used ball gag that had been removed minutes before from Elena's full, red lips so that she could speak clearly. It was a testament to the school's strict standards and generous provision that her lipstick hadn't budged. The overlapping chatter died down suddenly, and Ava glanced at the arched entrance to the courtyard to see Headmaster Mason's entrance. She took advantage of the fact that his attention was on Elena to rake her gaze over his body, squirming slightly in her chair in anticipation of the afternoon's events. He was, as always, immaculately dressed. Button down shirt with perfectly rolled sleeves, a tight vest that hugged his body, tailored pants that left just enough to the imagination. She had only met him face to face once, during her admission proceedings, but she had fantasized about him more times than she could count. He made his way to the platform, nodding at Ms. Bancs and stopping in front of Elena, who licked her lips as the tantalizing bulge beneath his zipper came closer. "Elena -- I can't say that I'm surprised to see you here again." "I'm sorry, Headmaster." "As well you should be. Ms. Banks tells me that you've been out of uniform twice in the last week. And that's after you were just here last month for having non-regulation toys in your room." "But the heels are too tall! And we're all adults - the fact that we can't have our own toys is --" Before she could finish, Mason was behind her, spanking her with a crack that rang out across the stone pavers. "Enough." His voice was stern, but grew teasing, taunting, as he moved back in front of her. "I swear we've already had a lesson on talking back with that filthy mouth of yours. I would fuck your face for a few minutes of silence, but I know you'd enjoy it too much." He crouched down, fastening the gag back in place, pressing the ball against her lips until she reluctantly opened them. "Ladies," he said, standing and addressing the other students in attendance. "What is rule number 3 at Mason's Academy for Wayward Girls?" "Punishment, not funishment!" they cried in unison. He nodded approvingly, and moved behind Elena. He briefly admired the red imprint of his hand on her pale backside, then unzipped his pants. Ava never tired of seeing the headmaster's throbbing cock released from his perfectly pressed trousers. The juxtaposition of mild-mannered educator and sex god made her clit throb. She clasped her hands together to stave off the urge to slide a finger under her skirt. Stacy had already slipped one hand in her top and was pinching her nipples. Thankfully, Ms. Bancs was distracted. Stacy would end up in the stocks soon enough if she didn't stop breaking the rules. Headmaster Mason slid one hand up Elena's thigh while he rubbed the head of his cock against her. Spreading her lips wide, he slammed it into her pussy and began to thrust violently. Her breasts came loose of her shirt's tenuous hold, and her pink nipples pressed against the glass panel. She moaned around the gag, and her legs trembled. Her face and breasts began to flush, and the headmaster abruptly pulled out, now dripping with Elena's juices and his precum. "That's enough for now, don't you think?" Elena whimpered, and he smiled. "You know that girls who don't behave don't get any satisfaction. You can stay there for a few more hours, and maybe your aching cunt will make you re-think your defiance." Ava prepared to go back to class, but rather than zipping up as he would normally do, he moved to the front of the platform. She sat back down, curious, as he began slowly stroking the length of his cock. She licked her lips, shifting position. "Ms. Bancs -- I believe you said you wanted to reward a particularly bright student this semester?" "Yes, Headmaster. Ava Bloom. She's at the top of her class, and her record is spotless. I believe she deserves something to acknowledge her hard work. Ava, please come to the platform." Though momentarily stunned, Ava recovered quickly and approached the headmaster, stilettos clacking on the stones. She tilted her head down in submission, making it easier for her to resist the temptation to take his cock, perfectly at face level, into her mouth. He reached down and tilted her face up with one finger. "Ava, do you think you deserve a reward?" "That's up to you, Headmaster. My body bends to your will." He smiled broadly at the assembly. "This, ladies. This is what you should aspire to be. And now I'm going to show you what good girls get." He stepped closer, grabbing the chain on her choker collar, and sliding his cock into her eager mouth. She began sucking immediately, lapping up his and Elena's mingled taste. Her hand began to move up, and she stopped herself. "It's ok," he said, "you can touch it." She cupped his balls in her right hand, gently rubbing her fingers across them as he thrust his hips harder, ramming into her throat, pulling her choker taut. She gagged, but the gag turned into a moan as she swirled her tongue and slid one finger up into her mouth to mirror her tongue's movements. Her thighs were soaked, and her skirt clung to her, the fabric generating just enough friction against her clit to tease. He fucked her mouth all the faster, and the world disappeared. Nothing else existed but his delicious cock and her throbbing clit. The spell broke as he pulled back out of her mouth, and thick cum sprayed her face, dripping down to her tits and over her shirt. He slid his cock back into his pants, and zipped. "You are excused from classes for the rest of the day. But you are not to wash your face -- you earned that. Wear it proudly. You can share with one other student." He walked away, leaving her trembling, nearly overwhelmed with the desire to chase after him and beg him to fuck her. Well, he said she could share. She'd have to make do. She crossed the cobblestones over to Stacy, pulling her up, and kissing her deeply, sharing the taste of the Headmaster. Stacy slid a hand under Ava's skirt and grinned. "Let's get you back to your room -- I'm going to make you squirt so hard you ruin your sheets and end up in the stocks yourself." Ava glanced back. It might be worth it -- even denied orgasm -- to feel his cock inside of her again.

_I look forward to your feedback on my first story_ I was in Houston to view a few potential restaurant sites. I checked into Houston Marriott North about 3:00 on a Monday afternoon. Monday is a heavy business travel day as most of the business traveler's actual work happens Tuesday - Thursday. After I check in and put my luggage away I enjoy sitting in the lobby reading a book and drinking a cold beer while watching the travelers arrive. This s a large hotel, reasonably close to the airport. The two check in lines were easily 10 deep starting at 5:00PM for more than 2 hours. Surely 90% of the travelers were the middle-aged guys that looked none-to-happy to be making yet another boring business trip to sell a few more widgets. The travelers looked as though they were resigned to being stuck in middle management or the traveling salesman wondering whatever happened to the big sale that was going to set him up for life. Both groups always chasing the next big promotion or the next big sale that was going to give them the status to be someone in their neighborhood. They could drive the German car they had lusted for as a young man. Generally they check in to their room and watch porn on TV. A few more adventurous find their way to the lobby bar were they smoke and drink the night away. The remaining 10% are made up mostly of the younger guys who are excited to be on the road and away from the crying toddlers and complaining wife. They are certain they will be promoted. Or if they are the sales person, the company that is buying widgets will need enough to bring that big fat commission check. Their company sends them on their trip with a $75 per diem to pay for meals. So they head over to the local Chili's or TGIF for a cheap meal and then spend the rest on drinks. Returning to the hotel around midnight to get 6 hours sleep before they start their day. There are a few female business travelers who generally dress casually, but professionally when they travel. They are well groomed with just the right amount of makeup on for the corporate world. Regardless of their age they are always pleasant to the front desk staff and tip the Bell Captains well when their bags are delivered to the rooms. Thankful that they don't have to drag luggage across the lobby and up 13 floors. On this particular Monday all the travelers were filling the profiles true to history. All except one. She walked through the automatic doors dressed in black Under Armour fitted training pants. (I guessed her age to be 32-34) The pants fit snuggly, but not so snug as to look like she was trying to flaunt or attract attention. While her top was a loose fitting Nike brand, it was obvious that her shape would be one to behold in a two piece suit by the pool. Her New Balance cross trainer shoes completed a look that would have been functional in a kick boxing class or presentable to check into the hotel. (I admired the fact that she was not a woman that thought all of her name brands had to match. I guessed her to be a more serious gym rat than fashion queen. If she was a gym rat, she sure-as-hell kept her femininity!) The men in line behind her were admiring the view wondering if their luck would ever change. After checking in, her path to the elevator led right past my chair. We made eye contact as she approached. With a slight smile, I nodded and lipped "Hello" as she neared me. She returned the greeting sincerely. Neither of us was trying to be anything other than cordial. Nothing was implied or expected from the small act of southern hospitality. The check-in lines finally thinned out about 7:30. Normally I would have asked the concierge where I should have dinner. But I considered eating in the hotel as I stayed reading my book. I was halfway through one of my favorite Travis McGee novels (A Tan and Sandy Silence) by John D. MacDonald. I was not in a good place in the story to dog-ear a page. However, I still couldn't help but wonder about "Kick Boxer." She didn't fit into any of my traveler profiles. Did she fly in from out of state? Was she in town on business or in town to see an old friend? Was she a fitness instructor? Or was she traveling through town and just staying the night before traveling on? And then of course there were the thoughts of what she really looked like with out the Under Armour pants and Nike top? Guess I would be just left to ponder. Or so I thought. When I travel I have a self-imposed 2-beer limit in the evening and I had just opened my bottle of Fiji water when I saw a tall woman sit in the grouping of chairs, 30 feet or so past my group. She was quite striking in a conservative but sexy business suit. I wondered how I had missed her. The jacket was a 2-button summer weight wool that appeared to be blended with a Lycra type material to make it a little stretchy. The skirt was made of the same material and cut 2 inches above the knee. The skirt fit her perfectly. Her white Silk blouse, with the top three buttons open, revealed beautiful tanned cleavage. Her bare legs were crossed in a way to showcase her 4½" pumps. Which looked a little too tall to be business attire. Her purse was a small black satin clutch that would maybe hold an I-phone, license, credit card and lipstick. As I studied her to such detail I realized that it was "Kick Boxer." She still had the natural healthy look of beauty that was now highlighted with a deeper shade of eye shadow and a little added blush. Her lips were not fire engine red but they were red. Now I was really curious as to where she fit into my traveler profile groups. As she sat using her phone, we did not make eye contact. She appeared to be trading texts. Each time she was reading a text her brow became more furrowed and her shoulders would drop. Finally she audibly sighed and shoved her I-phone into her small purse. It was then that she looked up. She shook her head as we made eye contact. She held the eye contact and shook her head as she frowned as if to ask, "Now what am I going to do?" I felt that her eye contact was an attempt to communicate with me. So it only seemed natural to me, to close my book and quizzically look at her. She rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders as if again she was continuing to think, "Now what am I going to do?" In the true form of Travis McGee, I felt like it was my responsibility to offer aid. I walked the short distance to were she was seated, we maintained eye contact as I approached. (Which in a way was uncomfortable. And, in a way very sexy.) Her look of discouragement continued. When I was within speaking distance to her, I stood to the side of her chair so she wouldn't feel trapped by my presence. "I don't mean to intrude but you looked like you may have received some not- so-good news." "I guess. I will be ok." "That's not exactly the air of confidence that I would have expected." "I drove in from Killeen for a business meeting and he just cancelled. I've made this trip for nothing." "From Killeen? Isn't that 200 miles away?" "Yes and 3 ½ hours in a big Dodge truck that drinks gas for fun." "Ugh, doesn't make for a good day." I pondered what I could possibly do to make "Kick Boxer's" day any better. Out of desperation I asked, "Would allowing me to treat you to dinner begin to salvage your day?" She looked at me with a quizzical furrowed brow look as she pondered my offer. Surely she was thinking all the things a female should think when asked to dinner by a complete stranger. It was probably only about 30 seconds but seemed like it was 2 minutes. "You know that sounds like a good idea. Where should we go?" A smile broke over her face. As much as I wanted to suggest room service, I thought better of the idea. But it was already after 8:00 and the only good restaurants not in the hotel were about 15 miles away. By the time I changed and we got a cab it would probably be after 9:00 before we got to the restaurant. "I've eaten at the restaurant here in the hotel. Food was really good. My steak was cooked perfectly and it's hard to screw up a baked potato." Her eyes got big with what appeared to be sincere excitement, "Hmmm....a good piece of meat sounds good to me!" I couldn't resist the opening that line created. I measured my comment to be suggestive but not overtly so, "Ah a woman that likes meat. That's always a good thing." I held eye contact and paused for impact. She raised one eyebrow and tilted her head. "And I always like a good piece of meat." I swallowed hard, "Uh, if you will give me 15 minutes I will go shave and change into some slacks. After all, you are dressed in a suit and I look like some bum you picked up in the hotel lobby." "No need to do either. I like the rugged look of your five o'clock shadow." Then she leaned forward a little, "And I like the way your jeans hang. So let's go find a table." She stuck out her hand, "Before we go, I don't even know your name. I am Jayden." "And I am Jake. It's a pleasure to meet you." (Her handshake was firm. Her hands were feminine but not overly soft. Maybe she combined weights with her Kick Boxing class.) She asked me, "Would you mind if we sat at a table? I don't like to have to talk across the booth. At a table I can sit next to you and talk so that only you can hear me." (Now I began to wonder what she was going to say that only I should hear.) I drank my Dewar's neat with a water back and she sipped her Grey Goose and Cranberry juice. She began to ask me all the questions that showed her genuine interest in me. She asked questions that took me all the way back to childhood and all the way up to my divorce three years ago. Her steak was cooked perfectly and my medium rare salmon was just what I needed. She continued to lead the direction of the conversation through out dinner. As we shared some fresh berries and cheese for dessert she asked the question that is always asked, "And what do you do for fun?' "You mean other than have dinner with beautiful women? What could possibly more fun?" My response was sincere. Placing her hand on my leg with her fingers on the inside of my thigh, she leaned towards me and quietly asked, "You really can't imagine anything that could possibly be more fun than just having dinner?" (Oh my God!! Is this really happening to me? My Boy-Scout concern for a person has dropped this gorgeous, articulate, sexy kick boxer into my lap. And now she is basically saying, "Let's go fuck.") After a few seconds I lean toward her, "I know what I would like to do after dinner....." Trailing off at the end without actually answering. "Oh do you now? And what would that be? You are going to make me guess?" She had that little smirk on her face that women have when they are playing a game, which they know that they have already won. She raised her eyebrow, "Well?" I thought, "What the hell?" She's asking. I might as well go for broke. What's the worst that can happen? I whispered in to her ear, "I would like to take you upstairs and fuck your brains out." After a quiet chuckle she replies, "That can probably be arranged." ("Arranged?" I thought to myself. That is an interesting choice of words for woman that wants to go fuck.) "What kind of arrangements do I need to make?" "Welllll....." she says in a higher pitch to suggest I should know. "Well what? I can't read your mind. Are you going to make me beg or something?" She leaned in very close and whispered in my ear, "No silly, you don't have to beg. You have to pay." And then she lightly kisses my ear. (How do women know that my ear is my weakness? Is there some kind of sign taped to the side of my head?) (I am not always a Boy Scout kind of guy. I have been with my fair share of $200-an-hour hookers. Despite glowing reviews, $200 hookers are always hit or miss. Some are worth more but most of the time I walk away thinking that someday I have to stop thinking with my small head. Now I am sitting with one of the most strikingly beautiful women I have ever met and I find out she's a hooker. I can only imagine how much she will want.) Then I have a Light bulb moment. I ask "So your canceled business appointment was a....?" "My client? Yes he was. So, his family crisis is your good fortune." I lean in towards her as the bus boy slowly cleans the adjacent table. "And my good fortune will cost me how much?" She leans in again. And again she places her hand on my leg but higher up my thigh. And now her fingers are gently scratching my thigh. She exhales into my ear, "Only $1200." I turn to face her. Our faces only 2-3 inches apart. "ONLY $1200. I will confess I have been with my share of hookers before but the most I have ever spent is $300." "Oh really? And what did you think of your $300 piece of ass? Which was probably all over and done with in 45 minutes." (Damn she is good! This is not her first rodeo.) She continues quietly, "I spend the night. And we won't get much sleep." She has all but closed the sale. There is only one more objection that has to be overcome. "There's a problem. I don't walk around with $1200 in my pocket. So I guess I am out of luck." Again she leans in close. And again her hand is reaching even further up my leg. She can't be more than ½" from my cock, "Can we go to the bank in the morning?" And then she exhales deeply into my ear again. "You will wait until tomorrow morning? I am used to having to pay up front." "You have forgotten how much you told me about yourself. With all that I have learned about you, I know that you won't cheat me." I think there was a double meaning to that statement. #1. I am a nice guy that won't cheat her. #2. If I am not a nice guy, she knows so much about me she could make my life hell if she were to "out" me. I pay the dinner tab. Fortunately my developing hard-on is down to a manageable firmness. She goes to the bell captain to retrieve a bag. She walks through the lobby having pulled my arm around her waist. Walking together like we were long lost loves, even though there is more than a twenty year different in our ages. As the elevator door slides shut, I realize that with her 4 ½" heels added to her 5'7" frame she can almost look me in the eye. Damn! I like this woman more and more! Another couple departs the elevator on the 3rd floor and now we are alone. She looks me in the eye and nudges me back against the wall. With her left hand she begins rubbing the back of my neck, she kisses along my throat while her right hand she goes directly for my cock and begins to massage him to full attention. Fortunately my room is only on the 5th floor. As we open the door to my room, she drops her bag into the corner. I find it odd that there is a "clunk" sound when it hits the floor. Before the door even shuts behind us we are pulling clothes off of each other as we share a long deep kiss. First her jacket goes. Then my shoes, then her blouse. (Gawd what beautiful breasts. I don't think that's a push up bra she is wearing.) Now she is unbuckling my belt with one hand and tugging down my fly with the other. She is pushing my pants down my thighs when she notices, "Hey! You are commando?" "Yep, I've always found it to be easier to get a blow job without wearing boxers." She laughs, "True that!" And that is how she starts. One of the best blow job I've ever had. I can't think of one better off the top of my head but I am over 50 so I've had more than one blow job. She is slurping and using her hand. I tightly grab a hand full of her hair in each hand and begin to fuck her face. First slow and gentle then fast and not so gentle. Damn! This girl can keep up. I am about to blow and I can't be doing that within the first 5 minutes. I pull her up from her knees and push her on to the bed. We are staring at each other as I kick of my jeans and then take off my shirt. She is laying on the bed in her skirt, shoes and panties. At least I think she is wearing panties. She begins to squirm and thrust an imaginary cock as I take her shoes off. I slide the zipper down the side of her skirt and begin to tug her skirt over her hips. Oh, now I see she is also commando. I look at her with the quizzical face. She replies, "Sometimes I like to have my pussy played with at dinner." Gawd I love this freak! Now that she is completely naked. I spread her legs wide and kiss my way up her thigh. First her left thigh then her right. As I get close to the top of her right thigh she grabs my head and shoves my face in her pussy. "For God sakes! I don't want any fucking foreplay! Suck my clit and stick your finger in me!" I want her to be happy so I don't question her demands. I am sucking her clit and fingering her pussy for ten minutes. She is getting louder. I think it's time to take her to the next level of excitement, if she is willing to take the adventure. I replace my middle finger with my thumb in her pussy. I find her ass hole with my middle finger and begin to play at the entry to her anus. She is getting louder and grinds back against my hand. That's a pretty sure sign she is ready for the next level of adventure. My middle finger is wet with her pussy juices so it easily slides right into her ass. "OOOHHHH" She cries out. I put my hand over her mouth and continue to work her with the other hand as I suck on her clit. She is beginning to buck and squirm even more. Seemingly trying to get away from my mouth on her clit, my thumb in her pussy and my finger in her ass. But it's not time to let her escape. With my finger deep within her pussy I feel her beginning to contract around my finger. Her legs are locked straight and she is bucking even higher off the bed as I massage her G spot. She is moaning so loudly that I take a pillow and shove it in her face. I hope the other guests don't call security thinking someone is getting hurt. She continues this bucking, squirming and moaning for at least 5 minutes and then she almost screams and yanks my hand away from her pussy and ass and pushes my head away from her clit. She is laying all sweaty and trembling on the bed. After she catches her breath, she looks at me and asks, "Damn, who taught you that?" "Self taught. Lot of trial. A few errors. You are more responsive to having a finger in your ass than a lot of the guys I know." She wearily raises her head to look at me, "WHAT?? You've fingered guys in the ass?" "Among other things." I say wondering how I was going to recover from this diarrhea of the mouth. I start to think this fuck session was good while it lasted. And she will probably still want the $1200.... "That is so FUCKING HOT. I sooo want to see a guy fuck another guy! Have you ever fucked a guy?" Sheepishly, "Uh yeah." "Have you ever been fucked?" Hesitantly, "Guilty again." "Guilty??? The only thing you are guilty of is being pleasured. Why let someone else define what is your pleasure? No law against pleasure." She thought for a moment. Almost in a whisper "You will have to tell me more about that later. Right now I want to lick my pussy juices off your face." I kissed my way up her flat stomach realizing I had never experienced such perfection. (And to think I am only paying $1,200 for the whole night. I think I will cut back on my 401K contributions. I may want to do this on a regular basis.) She had her left hand around my shoulder, rubbing my neck. With her right hand she reached down between us and began massaging my cock. Which was quickly recovering from a brief period of inactivity. As I began to kiss her lips, she turned my face to the right and began to lick her pussy juice from my left cheek. I offered her my right cheek that was covered with her pussy juice, which she seductively licked from my face. As she finally began to kiss me, she wraps her legs around my waist. We were in a full missionary position as I readied for entry. She whispered in my ear, "As a Boy Scout you have to tell the truth, right?" "Of course. At all times." "Do you have any STD's?" "Nope." "Are you sure?" She is breathing heavily. "I'm sure. Because I like to play so much, I get checked 3 times a year for all STD's. Plus I donate blood 6 times a year. My blood is tested for AIDS each time. I am 100% disease free." "Good because I want you to fuck me bareback and fill my pussy with your cum. And I want you in me now." I lifted my hips allowing her to reach between us and guide me into her perfect pussy. And her perfect pussy was perfectly wet. Her wetness enveloped me like a well made glove. It has been years since I've fucked bareback. There is not a manmade synthetic that can duplicate the sensations of an aroused vagina accepting a hard cock. I began to thrust into her while also shifting myself nearly upright and tucking her legs close together in front of my chest. My thrusts were slow, deep and deliberate. As I increased the frequency I also increase the intensity of my thrusts. I could feel the tip of my cock bottom out against her cervix on each motion. The next ten minutes we pounded our bodies together. As my pelvis pounded her clitoris, her body was responding and drawing closer to another climax. I hoped that I could hold my climax until she came. However, the deeper and more deliberate the plunge, the closer I was to an orgasm. Her body began to pulse and vibrate just as I was beginning to cum. I pushed deep into her pussy and held my hips still. I could feel her pussy tighten around the base of my cock. I was only able to thrust twice more before I began to cum. The sensations rocked through my body. I tried to match the rhythm of her thrusts but I was too far-gone to offer any more pleasure. Now it was her turn to take a pillow and cover my mouth as I released a moan that nearly morphed into a scream. Her legs fell from my chest and wrapped around me holding me in. As I began to slip out, she held me tight while practicing her Kegel Exercises. She giggled, as she knew she could hold me in her as long as she pleased. I knew I would be pleased to be held. I only escaped when I slipped out when she lost her concentration as she relaxed. She reached down between her legs dragging two fingers across her pussy, scooping up a large amount of cum. She wiped most of my cum across her breasts and then sucked her fingers clean. I felt like I would need a good twenty minutes to recover. She didn't feel that I warranted such a lengthy time out. She began to subtly attempt to awaken the little guy. She kissed my neck, ran her hands around the back of my head. She then kissed down to my chest were she sucked my on my nipples while trailing the fingers of her right hand all around my groin but never coming into contact with my cock or my balls. (I am beginning to wonder where Jayden studied for her Masters in eroticism. I think she was on the dean's list each semester.) As she kissed my neck she whispered in my ear, "Could you tell how turned on I was when you put your finger all the way into my ass?" "It seemed like you enjoyed it." She twisted my nipple hard as she asked "SEEMS like I enjoyed it? A lot of guys TALK about enjoying Greek but they have never opened the textbook. I think you paid attention in class and did quite well on the final exam." She continued to whisper in my ear, "But that was just your finger. Do you like to actually fuck a girl's ass?" The sensations she is creating with her kisses and roaming hands make it difficult to listen for her questions. She nudges me, "Hey! Are you awake? I am offering you my ass to fuck. Want to take a ride?" "That will be a lot of fun but I need some recovery time. Even with help of Cialis, I am still not 18 anymore." She chuckles as she says, "I am not sure you need recovery time as much as you need stimulation time. I have developed techniques to shorten a man's down time." (I am beginning to think that Jayden has a Ph.D. in eroticism, not just a master's). She begins her recovery techniques by lying on the bed only two feet away from me. She is playing with her wet pussy. Her pussy is so wet with cum I can't tell if she is actually getting aroused again or is this part of the technique is only theatre. Then I realize it's not really important if it is theatre or if her arousal is authentic. Even in its early stages the results are beginning to show. My cock is not yet half mast but the firmness is beginning to return. She slides close enough to me to whisper into my ear, "I want you to eat my pussy again." I am thinking this girl doesn't know that I am really Bi. Yes, she heard me admit to fucking guys and being fucked by a guy. And I have had my share of guys cum in my mouth, but she still thinks of me as a Boy Scout. Just as I had that thought she stops kissing on my neck and ear long enough to say, "I was wondering if you experimented with guys when you were at Summer Scout camp. I bet you sucked your first cock while at scout camp didn't you?" Damn! Was this woman in the tent next to mine? I moaned but did not reply. But she was not to be deterred. "What about fucking? Did you fuck a guy at camp or did a special friend fuck you?" "I didn't fuck or get fucked at summer camp." She picked up on what was not said, "So no fucking but plenty of sucking? Did you suck or were you a sucker?" She went on to speculate, "I think you were sucked, more than you sucked someone else. Am I right?" I could barely moan yes as she continued the light touching and kissing all over my body. She worked her kisses back up to my ear, "Please eat my pussy now. I want you to taste your cum and then give it to me. Please! Gawd, the thought of tasting your cum from your mouth makes me so hot." To seal the deal, she crawled down between my legs and started sucking on my cock. I had almost returned to being fully erect. "Now if you eat my pussy you will be almost completely hard again." Who was I to deny a woman a small joy in life. I crawled down to her neatly shaved pussy. She had my favorite grooming habit of leaving a small landing strip. Just before I began to lick her clit I looked up at her from her crotch. Jayden smiled and said, "And once you get good and hard I have another treat for you." I lifted my head and asked, "Oh really and what is that treat?" She smiled like a Cheshire Cat, "Please eat my pussy. That will make me very happy." So I began to lick her clit, not really tasting any cum on her clit. As she rocked her hips up she pushed down on top of my head. "Please, taste some cum." She began to squirm and her pussy was getting very wet. And yes, my cock was once again rock hard. She looked down at me between her legs. Then she reached down with a hand on each side my head. Like using a horse bit, she pulled on my head just slightly. It was easy to understand that she wanted me back up at her face. She held my head as she said, "I want to taste your cum." She pulled me to her face and she licked cum from my beard. "You know what will make me very happy now? Fuck me in the ass, and use some of my special toys." "And what special toys are those?" She hopped off the bed and picked up her bag, bringing it back to the bed. There was that odd clunk noise again when she dropped it on the bed. Jayden looked at me and grinned. There was almost a chuckle. She looked like a kid opening a Christmas present knowing what was in the box. She zipped it open and began to rummage. She smiled as she pulled out a metal bar that was about 20" long. There was a D-ring welded to each end of the steel bar. And there are two more D-rings welded roughly next to each other in the center of the bar. Jayden saw my quizzical look and asked, "You've never seen a spreader bar before?" I had to admit that I never had seen a spreader bar but the device certainly had an interesting name. She continued to pull items from the bag. First was a bottle of personal lubricant. Then she sets four leather collar objects on the bed. Attached to each collar is a carabiner. I sort of understand what the pieces will be used for but I still don't have a clear picture. Jayden grins at me with just a tad bit of fear in her eyes; "Can I trust you Boy Scout? I am about to put myself at your mercy. I've been looking forward to this for weeks. The guy I was to meet tonight is the only person that I let do this to me. But there is something about you that tells me I can trust you. I don't understand why. But I have a very unusual sexual connection with you." We agree to a safe word: "mercy." We agree that if she says mercy twice, then I am to stop the action and free her from the spreader bar. She tells me that when she orgasms she doesn't want me to disconnect her from the spreader bar. She wants to have her orgasm and stay constrained. But I still don't see how all the parts fit into the puzzle. She handed me the lube; "We will need that in just a minute, but not now." It never fails and I am not sure when it started, but when I hold a tube or bottle of lube I get really hard. I guess it's the anticipation of things to come. Since I am already fully erect, my cock is beginning to be painful it is so hard. I am going to need some relief pretty soon. The leather collars are different lengths. Two are about 12" long and two are about 9" long. Jayden attaches the longer collars to her ankles and the two shorter collars to her wrists. She lies down on her back and says; "Now I need your help." Jayden hands me the bar as she pulls her knees up towards her chest. (I can't help but notice her pussy and ass hole are fully exposed.) "Attach my ankle cuffs to the D-rings on each end of the bar." That was easy enough, but she still has the freedom to just lay flat on the bed with her legs separated some. With her knees still at her chest she instructs me to attach her wrist cuffs to the D-rings in the center of the bar. Now the pieces are all in place and it looks pretty nice but it seems like the bar will impede deep penetration even with her knees held up to her breasts. Jayden is lying across the bed. (Perpendicular to the direction a person normally lies on a bed.) She sees my quizzical look and instructs me to roll her over on to her knees. I follow instructions, rolling her over towards the foot of the bed. "OH MY GOD!" Is all I can say. There in front me she lays basically face down with her ass up in the air. With her ankles and wrists attached to the bar she is completely immobilized. She has no way to prevent any penetration to her pussy or her ass. Jayden can sort of see me over her shoulder. She looks at me with a nasty slut look on her face and whispers, "Fill her up!" Who am I to deny a woman her wishes? I take the lube and pour some down her crack. The oil rolls down from the top of her crack and over her ass. Some of the lube pools in her ass hole and some pools in her pussy and of course there is now some on the bed. I've lubed her up but don't know where I want to start first. Do I fuck her pussy or do I fuck her in the ass? Or, do I finger each? Or, do I lay down on my back under her crotch and eat her pussy? Oh the options! What am I to do? As I glance towards her bag I see there is one more toy in her bag. A fat 7" dildo! Ok, now I know how to please her. She has a look of fear as I walk behind her with the dildo. I lay it next to her and begin to rub my rigid cock across her ass hole. I begin to tease her ass hole. I rub my middle finger around her anus and then slowly stick my finger all the way in her ass. She inhales deeply and almost screams. I gently ream her ass hole for a few minutes, my finger has relaxed her ass enough for me to fill her with my cock. She moans disappointment as I pull my finger from her ass. I straddle up behind her and begin slowly easing my cock into her ass. She is moaning louder as now have my cock buried in her ass. I begin pulsating in and out. After a few minutes of ass fucking, I am sensing she is ready to enjoy some Double Penetration. I slip my cock from her ass, "Don't stop!" she cries. "Be quiet. I didn't tell you to talk." She whimpers in reply. I feel her pussy with my fingers and feel wetness dripping down her thigh. I reach for the Dildo and bury it completely into her pussy. "oohaawooh" and breathes in deeply. I few strokes of the dildo in and out of her pussy and I know she is ready for the return of my cock to be buried in her ass. I pour a generous amount of lube to re-oil her ass crack. I hear her take a deep breath and try to see what is going on. I give her a stern look and tell her I did not give her permission to watch. I push the dildo deep into her pussy. Then with a hand on each hip, I line my cock up with her asshole laying the tip of my cock next to her ass hole. Quickly I thrust the head of my cock into her ass and bury about 3" into her and just hold it there for 10 seconds giving her a chance to ponder what may happen next and to enjoy the double penetration. I begin rocking my cock deep into Jayden's ass. I feel her anus contract on my cock. I am encouraged to pickup the pace as I fuck her in the ass. A few minutes of a blissful tempo gives way to a more aggressive action of slamming my cock deep into her ass. She is now groaning loudly. The fucking becomes more rapid. I want to fill her ass with my cum. I continue the cadence for a fast 5 minutes. I feel my climax is almost there. And I can tell by the rapidness of Jayden's breathing and the change in tone of her squealing that she is getting closer and closer to a powerful orgasm. I am trying to hold on and celebrate with her at the same time. I feel like I am doing pretty well when I see that the dildo is only halfway in her pussy. With my right hand keeping her hips in rhythm, I reach down to the dildo with my left hand and push it back into its intended home. As I push feel her entire body begin to spasm. She has reached the point of not having any control. I have only seen that happen a handful of times as a result of a very intense orgasm. Her ass flinches from side to side. Her ass muscles expand and contract in rapid succession basically milking my cock. She lets out a low guttural groan that sounds like she is giving up. I erupt into her ass. The orgasm continues to pulsate through my body. Jayden is breathing deeply as her muscles continue to spasm. Neither of us wants to move, as I stay impaled in her ass. We begin to regain a sense of consciousness. Both of us still taking deep breaths. "Do you need to be unbuckled?" "No, not yet. There's no hurry. Did you forget I am here all night?" What the hell? It's only midnight and I've already cum 3 times. And she told me we weren't going to get much sleep. Oh Lord, what else does she have in mind? I guess only time will tell. But I will see if there is something I can pull out of my bag of tricks as well. This may just be the best $1200 I've ever spent.

Coming to understand one's kinks and fetishes can be an arduous ordeal, but if one thinks about how much these predilections can shape one's life, one might see it as beneficial and even necessary. This is where I find myself. I am a single, professional man in his thirties who, until a few years ago, was involved in a long-term monogamous relationship. Since that relationship ended, however, for reasons having nothing to do with the subsequent discussion, I have indulged myself in and sought out a specific fetish that I am far from comfortable admitting to: women who smoke. And ladies, just so you know, if you don't already, I am not the only man who feels this way. Before I go any further, let me say that I know smoking to be a terribly unhealthy habit, and if I do fall in love someday with a woman who smokes, I would encourage her to quit for her health's sake. Any sane, rational man would do the same. And I would never want a woman, for my sake, to take up this habit. The single most erotic thing to me, however, is a smoking woman, and that is why the cognitive dissonance nags at me. In the short time I have been single, I have sought out and bedded only women who smoke and have not pursued women who do not. These women have ranged in age from 20 to 43 and have shared no other common characteristic. Why? Growing up, I remember the demure women in my neighborhood, lounging on porches or sunbathing on decks, smoking before it became such a taboo. Perhaps it was then that the act of a woman smoking became entwined with a young boy's sense of the erotic. Was it the cigarette ads that filled the pages of my mother's magazines where images of femininity and smoking were purposefully crossed in shrewd marketing ploys directed at women? Is that all it is? Was I simply caught in the crossfire of sexualized marketing that I didn't understand well enough to know that it was not even directed at me? In college, I remember seeing a girl to whom I had been previously attracted light up outside after a class. She was intelligent, and her body was in its full blush of youthful beauty; however, all I could think was that she didn't look like she should be smoking or doing anything impractical or self- destructive. I remember that this feeling of shock and confusion quickly gave way to arousal. I could not get her image out of my mind, and I masturbated to it that night. Maybe it's simple. Maybe the media has conditioned me to believe that smoking is some sort of cue that women give off to let the world know that they're "bad girls," and we're all attracted to things or people who give off a sense of danger, right? Perhaps unconsciously, I assume that if they're willing to engage in one form of self-destructive behavior, they might be willing to engage in casual sex as well. I think it is more complex than that, however. Women who smoke, at least as I perceive them, have an air of mystery and independence about them. They know it is taboo and choose to engage in this behavior anyway, this private/public ritual of self-indulgence. They possess a certain flair, "skills" they have acquired over time; each has a unique, individual style of lighting a cigarette as well as their own methods of exhalation. They are different, independent, unconcerned with judgment, seemingly concerned only with self- gratification. That is decadent, and to me, unbelievably attractive. Simply put, women who smoke are more complicated. As I said before, this fetish, though rare, is not all that uncommon. There is porn that tries to cater to it, in fact, usually with disappointing results. And as with every fetish, there are surely variations among individuals. For example, some men want their women to smoke during sex, while others are simply turned on by watching women smoke in public places. I find that having sex with a woman while she smokes (this has "accidentally" happened on occasion) is almost too arousing, too intense for me to be a good partner I have never told a woman with whom I was in a relationship about this fetish, and I'd bet that many men have not. To most women, smoking is a neutral, albeit distasteful, habit. We are the ones who have sexualized it So if you're a woman who smokes, please quit. Until you do, however, you might be unknowingly wielding a power over men that you didn't even know you possessed. But I'd bet that you knew that already. Madeline Blanco comes home from work. She's a six-foot, big-boned black woman with dark brown skin and short hair bleached bright red. Although most people would describe her as plain, she did have many redeeming features. Her large breasts, large backside and plump butt did get her a lot of attention over the years. Heck, her special charms attracted her husband, a long time ago. And this sexy and unconventionally beautiful black woman still gets looked at by the young men she sees on the streets. It makes her smile. She know she's still got it going on. But it doesn't matter right now. Madeline just wants to go home and be with her family. After a hard day at the factory where she worked as a general manager, she wants to rest. Fortunately, while there's no peace for the wicked, there is for hard-working black people for that matter. Madeline's family had a surprise for her. The first one to greet her was her son Jamal. He was a tall, good-looking black man in his early twenties. A college football player who majored in Criminal Justice. He wanted to become a cop someday, just like his father James, a former state trooper. He greeted his mother by giving her a big hug and kiss. He was followed by his sister Megan. The tall, thick-bodied tomboy was an almost perfect replica of her mother. Twenty-year-old Megan studied Nursing at the local community college. Sitting in the living room was the man of the house, James. He smiled at his wife, and she blew him a kiss. Tonight was a special night for them. Tonight, James and the brats cleaned up the house and prepared a surprise for mom. They ate some delicious Chinese food which they ordered and discussed their lives. In a few months, Jamal would graduate from the state school with a bachelors of science degree in criminal justice. As a college-educated young man and the son of a police officer, he'd be practically drafted into the state police academy. His parents were very proud of him. Megan, his younger sister was also doing well. This year, she was getting her associate's degree in nursing. Someday, she'd get her mastery in it. James looked fondly at his daughter, and clapped his son on the back. Madeline looked at her husband and the two brats they adored. They were her family and she loved them more than anything in the world. They were quite unique. The Blanco family was doing well. They lived in a nice house not far from Boston's Back Bay. Jamal lived at U-Mass Amherst and played football for the school. James Blanco, father of the family and husband of Madeline Clay Blanco, was a captain with the state police. The media, and pop culture, often portray men and women, especially people of color, as being antagonistic towards one another. Black families are often portrayed in a negative way. The father is usually absent and the mother is bitter and resentful towards all men. Or the sons and daughters get involved in gangs, drugs or become parents before their time. Well, it's not always that way. Some families are quite happy. James Blanco and his wife Madeline loved each other. They raised two fine upstanding citizens together. They're not constantly at each other's throats. Madeline doesn't berate her husband behind his back. She doesn't attack him verbally or physically. James loves and respects his wife. He cares deeply for her and their family. That's just the way it is in their household. After they ate dinner, Megan and Jamal left the table and wished their parents goodnight. Jamal was driving his pickup truck back to Amherst. Megan was going out with her girlfriend Stacy. Doubtless the two of them would hit the clubs to meet some young men. James and Madeline Blanco suddenly had the house all to themselves. Madeline smiled naughtily at her husband. He winked at her, knowing her sexy intentions and naughty thoughts. Hastily, she left the table and ran. James sprang to his feet and ran after her. He caught up with her and tackled her. They fell onto the bed. Madeline laughed. Yeah, he caught her. It was a little game they played, to spice up their relationship every now and again. Madeline kissed her husband, and he embraced her passionately. She looked into the eyes of this man that she loved. Playfully, they wrestled on the bed. They were pretty evenly matched. When they met, James was a six-foot-two college football player majoring in Criminal Justice. Madeline was a business student who also played on the women's basketball team. They fell in love after being friends for years. The passion of their relationship had never gone out. Slowly, Madeline undressed, letting her husband see her in all of her naked glory. James admired his wife's voluptuous body. Damn, she was still hot after all these years. He kissed her again, and they began to make love. First, they caressed each other's body. Madeline loved James lovemaking. His was an expert touch who knew what the female body craved. He sucked on her breasts, kissed her neck, licked her lips and then made his way down to her groin. He began to eat her out, and Madeline gasped as his agile tongue wormed its way into her pussy. She closed her eyes and gently stroked his hair as he ate her out. Damn, after all these years, he was still good at this. He still knew her spot. The places inside her which ached to be touched. Licking, probing and sucking, using his fingers and tongue, James Blanco brought his wife a shuddering orgasm. Madeline Blanco screamed passionately. When the sensations subsided, she looked at her husband. Yes, this wonderful man had brought her to heaven. And she wanted nothing more than to pleasure him. She took his cock into her mouth, sucking on his member. James groaned in pleasure as his wife sucked him off. Damn, she still remembered what he liked. She still knew how to rock his world. Madeline continued to suck on his member, and gently flicked her tongue over his balls. She knew he would love that. When he finally came, she drank his seed. This was something she did only for him, the man she loved. She wouldn't do this for anyone else. A short while later, they lay in bed. Excited, thrilled, but not quite sated. James ran his hand over his wife's plump behind. He looked at her suggestively. A light seemed to shine in Madeline's eyes. Well, he was certainly feeling frisky tonight. Well, she was feeling down for whatever. Still, they had to get some things. Lube, for one thing. A short while later, they were ready. Madeline lay on her back, and lovingly spread her legs for her husband James, welcoming him into her. James grinned, and placed his cock against her back door. With a swift thrust, he entered his wife's sweet booty hole. Madeline lay on her back, fingering her pussy as her husband took her ass. His cock felt huge inside her tight back door, but thanks to the lube it didn't hurt much. He held her by the hips and thrust into her. Madeline loved a little butt action every now and then. And tonight was the night for it. James was the first, and indeed the only man she ever let into her back door. She remembered when he took her anal cherry. They were still in college back then and she visited him at the athletic dorm. It was his birthday and she wanted to do nothing more than to make him happy. He made an unusual request, one she granted, though she was a bit hesitant at first. The rest, as they say, was history. James continued to thrust into his wife's back door. Madeline closed her eyes and let go as James took her to heaven, through the back door of course. It hurt a bit at first but she had grown used to his girth over the years. They changed positions. Madeline got on all fours and James took her from behind. In this method, he had greater access and thus could have greater penetration. This time, Madeline urged him to go harder and faster, which he did. He thrust deeper into her, and she gasped at the intrusion. Damn, he was big! Now, he gave her all he had, slamming his cock into her ass, and she loved every minute of it. They went at it like this for some time, then he came. Madeline and James Blanco lay on the bed without moving. Neither of them said a word. Then, without warning, Madeline burst out laughing. She turned around and kissed her husband, who stared at her. She asked him if he was ready for round two. James grinned and got up to fetch the lube. When he came back, his wife had already assumed the position. She grinned at him, and wiggled her sexy bottom. What was he waiting for? James smiled from ear to ear. Damn, he loved this woman!

The torch in Cecilia's hand illuminated the dark corridor of the catacombs, as she carefully walked around the corner, sword in her other hand. She moved in such a way so as to minimize the noise of her plate armor, just in case something was waiting in ambush. As Cecilia rounded the corner, she peered into yet another dark and damp corridor. Her torch cast a warm light against the stone corridor before her, the walls made of stacked limestone and mortar keeping it all together. The walls met above her in a curved arch that continued down the corridor well past her torch's glow. The illuminated floor was covered in various debris, a slight shimmer from water pooling along the floor. The corridor itself, like the previous corridor, was in various states of disrepair and neglect. The walls were chipped and eroded, cracks in the ceiling gave way to the dripping of water coming from an unknown source, and the air hung stale with the smell of mildew and decomposing debris. After gaining her bearings, Cecilia once again got her shield at the ready in her right hand, and proceeded to carefully move forward with the torch outstretched in her left. If this corridor was anything like the last, she would encounter nothing more than small rodents and the sound of dripping water hitting the puddles formed below. However, she had been in the profession of adventurer for long enough to know that complacency came before peril, and these catacombs had been abandoned out in the wilderness long enough for any number of beings to call them home. As Cecilia began another march down this corridor, she began to think back a few days prior, when she first accepted this contract. "Name?" asked the large man behind the wooden counter, in a rather gruff voice. The board behind him was filled with a variety of notes and parchment pinned to wood via sharp implements, mostly small daggers. All around the room were various tables and chairs, with a variety of people gathered in groups discussing one thing or another. Cecilia stood before this man, in her platemail with her helmet under her arm, the light filtered through the windows shining and highlighting her strawberry blonde hair. As she cleared her throat and began to speak, she could feel this man's eyes looking up and down her body. Whether he was judging her prowess or lusting after her, she could not tell, but either way it sent shivers down her spine. "C... Cecelia," she quietly responded. She was starting to have second doubts about coming here for work, but she needed the money. Ever since she walked in, she felt like hostile eyes were leering at her. She had been at this life since she turned 18, and probably had more experience in this line of work than most of the people in this room. That didn't stop her from feeling like they were judging her as an inferior, and making her feel small, despite standing at over 6 feet. "Age and experience?" The man turned away from her and began taking down one of the notes off the board, before bringing it to the counter. "26, and I have experience fighting similar creatures. Just last year I took on a feral treant, and have taken many jobs in the town of Oakenwood dealing with their fungal creature infestation," Cecilia proudly declared, quickly finding her confidence again as she talked about her previous jobs. "Heh, well even with all that bragging, I doubt you've ever met a creature like an alraune before. Entrancing creatures, and many stronger than you have fallen under their thrall," the man replied as he put the contract down in front of Cecilia, "Still, if you want to throw yourself head first into this one, I can't stop you. Just let me know if you need anything else." The man returned to polishing the counter as Cecilia read over the details of the contract. As Cecilia continued down the corridor, she went over the contract in her head again. A few days prior to her arrival in the region, a local lord's daughter, Beatrice, had gone missing shortly after her 19th birthday. The only lead the local guards had was a maid who was found in a daze, and upon recovering had mentioned she saw creeping vines coming to the window, and the strong scent of blooming roses and nectar. After that all she remembered was the guards standing over her and interrogating her regarding the whereabouts of the lord's daughter. Local experts managed to connect these events with the behavior and actions of a possible alraune. At that point the lord put out word of a hefty reward for anyone who stops the beast and returns his daughter. It was then that Cecilia came into the town and looked into the contract. It took her four days of wandering the local forest, following a faint trail of footsteps, before she found strange and accelerated floral growth that was usually associated with alraune movements. She followed it to the entrance of ancient ruins that led down into abandoned catacombs, and it was here that she now found herself, wandering the dark and hoping for another lead soon. Cecilia soon came upon an intersection in the catacombs. The corridor she just left opened into a larger chamber, that itself branched off into three other passageways. Unable to determine which direction would be the right course of action, Cecilia decided to break and make camp in this chamber. As she rested and began making plans to explore each of these branches for any further tracks, Cecilia heard a noise down one of the paths. The sound of footsteps scraping and skin brushing against limestone echoed loudly from the dark. "Hello, who is there?" Cecilia called out, but nothing responded. Cecilia took a spare torch, lit it, and threw it down that corridor to see if it would illuminate any figures lying in the dark. The torch hit the floor and rolled, the sound of wood hitting stone reverberated throughout the catacombs. As Cecilia focused to see beyond the space the torch illuminated, she saw something humanoid in the dark, peering around a corner at the end of the hall, their outline barely visible but still present. As she tried to make out the figure, it noticed her then retreated back around the corner and further into the dark, the sound of feet rapidly scuffling against debris and stone floors slowly fading. Clearly, this was the direction Cecilia needed to be heading, or at least whatever this figure was could provide some answers as to if her target was within these ruins. Cecilia scooped up her torch and collected her equipment before pursuing the figure down the corridor. She began to move more briskly through the dark tunnel in hopes of catching up to whatever was watching her. While she recognized this meant she was more likely to risk being caught off guard, she didn't wish to lose the trail of this creature. As she moved, her torch illuminated spots on the ground that looked like they were disturbed by footsteps, meaning she could use these to track this creature through the catacombs should she come across another fork in the path. As she moved, Cecilia slowly began to lower her defensive stance and started to run as much as her armor would allow. The sound of the metal plates loudly giving away her position and any advantage she had, but at this point she didn't care, she needed to find whatever this thing was. And then she came across something that surprised her... The corridor of limestone gave way and opened up into a more natural cavern before her. It was a large and expansive cavern, with a massive opening above her filtering in sunlight. Since the torch was no longer needed, Cecilia extinguished it and began to explore this enormous chamber. What surprised her wasn't the size of it, but how much flora was thriving in the caverns. The sound of water running through a creek was the first immediate sound she noticed, but the sound of trees and grass rustling from cavern winds also fell upon her ears. The smells of sweet roses and nectar filled her nose, as well as fruits. As Cecilia looked around, she felt this place less like a cavern, and more like a large meadow or garden. If the cavern walls weren't all around her, she would never be able to tell that she was still underground. As Cecilia began to explore this large garden, taking in the sights, smells, and sounds, she felt herself getting warmer and warmer. Even the cool winds of the cavern did little to alleviate these sensations overcoming her body. As Cecilia began to feel uncomfortably warm, and the sun coming down from the opening doing little to help, she began to undo the fasteners and buckles on her armor, with her breast plate and her leggings dropping to the garden ground. Her shield also felt heavy on her arm, so she let it go as well as she continued exploring. The dull thud of the shield as it hit the ground did not cause Cecilia any concern. Even though now she was covered in just her wool shirt and her leggings, and the wool undergarments underneath, she still felt warm, but it felt more bearable. Cecilia continued to wander the garden, coming across a ring of trees before the warmth and softness of the ground finally took their toll on her. Her whole body began to feel weak and heavy. She tried to find her sword as a precaution, but it was nowhere on her anymore, clearly having been abandoned somewhere in the gardens. Cecilia looked back to where she came, where she swore she dropped all of her equipment, but none of it could be seen. As Cecilia collapsed to the ground in weakness, she saw that her shirt and leggings had also been removed from her body and discarded somewhere. "What is going on?" Cecilia weakly mumbled out, her own mouth failing her as all she wanted to do was relax in this meadow and give in. But it wasn't to last for long. As Cecilia continued to muster every ounce of her strength to even crawl, she peered into the gathering of trees, and at the center of them she saw the figure she assumed was watching her in the catacombs. It was a girl, her back turned to Cecilia, but matching the description of Beatrice. Her clothes were clearly ruined by the dirt and grime of the catacombs, but it was her nonetheless. Cecilia gathered a second wind within herself to stumble to her knees, then her feet, as she quickly clambered through the garden over to the girl in the clearing. "BEATRICE!" Cecilia called to her as she collapsed behind her, grabbing onto her shoulders and beginning to try and gently shake her to grab her attention. As the girl turned around, she stared back at Cecilia with an empty expression on her face, as if she wasn't aware of anything and not in control of her own body. She then slipped out from under Cecilia's grasp and collapsed onto the ground, her eyes closed and she fell asleep. Cecilia weakly fell onto her knees and braced herself on her hands on the ground before she heard a hypnotic voice come from behind her. "Oh dear, I guess she wasn't fully ready yet. But she did what I wanted her to do. Now, let's have a look at my catch," an unknown figure said in a calm, dominant manner. Whoever this figure was, Cecilia did not like that she was being spoken of as if she was the one who was being hunted the whole time. Soon, she felt this figure's hands grab her side. The strangest part of this is where her skin made contact with this person, Cecilia began to feel cooler and a sense of euphoria. Her body began to respond to this touch and this figure's statement by pulling itself towards the figure and turning around to face the figure, as if Cecilia was little more than a doll. As Cecilia got turned around, kneeling before the figure now in front of her, she got a good look at the creature she was supposed to be hunting, standing before her. The alraune towered above her kneeling figure, the skin of this creature a rich green, with the tone of it fading off into a yellow hue along her arms and her legs. Her lips were the richest red that Cecilia has ever seen, like a well kept rose. Her eyes were of a pinkish-red hue, matching her hair, which cascaded down around her face and the back of her head like long wilted flower petals and long, flat leaves. Vines wrapped around her body in various ways, with budding red flowers sprouting from her chest and a fig leaf falling over her crotch, covering any indecency she may have had. Sprouting from her wrists were more of the pinkish-red leaves, dangling down and off her hand like sleeves on a royal gown. Cecilia's gaze began to pan downward past the creature's thighs and her smooth legs, she saw that the alraune had bare feet, and behind the creature was a trail of vibrant flowers and vegetation. As Cecilia continued to look at the alraune before her, she noticed that this creature's figure is very alluring, with hips that seem to sway with the wind in the cavern, and very soft and toned skin. As Cecilia continued to study the alraune before her, the alraune spoke, the very tone of her voice lingered in Cecilia's ears like sweet nectar. "I think you'll do just fine," the Alraune said as she cupped Cecilia's chin in her hand, looking her over like a buyer looks over merchandise before purchasing it. "Forgive me, where are my manners though," she continued to speak, her voice further lulling Cecilia into a trance, "this is my home, and I've been living out here for a long time maintaining and growing my garden. But you see, the problem is that a garden like this is impossible to maintain on one's own, even for a being like me. So over the years I have... attracted many individuals to come live and tend to my garden, fulfilling various roles. In return, I take care of them and ensure they live free of any worries or concerns." As the Alraune spoke, from behind a boulder came two figures, one man and one woman, both clad in clothes made from fibers and various vegetation, with baskets under arm. They both approached the trees and began harvesting the fruits, collecting them in the baskets. The Alraune beckoned, and the man walked over to her, before standing at her side as she started to caress and pet him, taking a fruit out of the basket. "As many as I have taken care of, they each fill various roles. Some are good at tending to the garden. Some are good at tending to me. And some are good at attracting others into my home when I need more caretakers. However, what I have been looking for as of late has been something more. I have been looking for... well let's call it a personal pet to be by my side and to keep me company in bed at night," the Alraune's voice melted in Cecilia's ears as she continued to speak, "and after having a look at you, I think you will do nicely. Many people over the ages have called me Venus, but you... you can call me Mistress." Upon saying that, the Alraune began to take a bite of the fruit in her hand while staring down at Cecilia with a smirk on her face. Hearing the word Mistress stirred something inside Cecilia, and the thought of being this creature's pet brought a new fire within her. Cecilia managed to snap from the trance long enough to attempt to stand up and strike Venus. "I WILL NOT BE ANYONE'S PLAYTHING!" Cecilia screamed at this creature, but as soon as she began to rise, she found herself quickly brought back down by force. Cecilia looked and saw vines wrapping around her legs and thighs, binding them to the earth beneath her. She tried to bring her hands to tear away at them, but found more vines and vegetation binding her hands into fists, then wrapping around her arms and bringing them behind her, continuing to bind and wrap until her elbows very nearly touched. This is followed by the vines pulling her back so her back was slightly arched, and her chest brought forth towards Venus. All while this was happening, a large flower sprouted from behind Venus, and moved towards her, allowing her to sit upon one of its petals like a throne. She then moved the throne closer to Cecilia, and crossed one of her legs over the other, before planting a foot right between Cecilia's cleavage. As Venus brought her foot closer, Cecilia tried her best to fight and struggle with what little strength she had. Upon touching her chest, Cecilia felt another comforting and cooling feeling wash over her body, which up until this point she hadn't noticed was uncomfortably hot, causing her to start sweating. "Oh dear," Venus cooed softly, "it seems my pet doesn't appreciate what I have offered her. You seemed fine with everything else, so what happened?" Venus sat, pondering for a minute while Cecilia weakly struggled in her binds, before a thought entered her head, "OH! Perhaps you aren't ready for full submission yet. No matter, we have all the time in the world, and the pheromones and pollen that permeates this chamber will continue to work away at that strong will of yours. It seems your body is already warmed up from the pollen, and the only touch that will give it relief is from contact with my body. Don't worry, soon you will begin to feel other effects to as your body slowly succumbs to my will." Cecilia continued to fight and weakly struggled in her bonds. It felt like every attempt she made to break her bonds was met with more resistance. The vines pulled tighter, more wrapped around her, and the feeling of warmth and weakness started to wear away at what little strength she had. Cecilia looked up, still staring at Venus with a look of defiance in her eyes. Venus just stared down back at her, a curious glare in her eyes and a smirk on her lips. Venus leaned in closer, her foot in front of Cecilia's chest, and she brought a hand close to Cecilia's face, before stroking down her cheek to under her chin, the touch bringing cooling relief to Cecilia's body. "Awwww, such a strong will," Venus spoke in a dominant tone as she continued to stroke Cecilia's face, "those are my favorite ones, and they always make the best companions. I love watching the defiance slowly fade from your kind, as you begin to willingly submit to me." Those words lingered in Cecilia's ear and brought her mind into a short state of euphoria before she shook herself out of it. Cecilia's further struggles caused Venus to take her hand away and lean back in her seat, continuing to watch intently as the chamber continued to weaken Cecilia's resolve. "Noooo, I w-will noot givvee..." Cecilia's words fell past her lips in a slur, as if she was drunk on one too many ales. Venus put her finger to Cecilia's lips and made a shushing sound, before continuing to speak, "Save your strength, pet, you'll need it if you want to continue to fight me." Cecilia was losing track of time as she continued to struggle in her bindings. Her body barely responded to her commands anymore, and she could barely keep her head steady. She continued to glare defiantly up at Venus, and all Venus did in return was just stare back with an ever widening smirk over her juicy lips. Cecilia continued to study her foe, looking up and down her comforting looking body. Cecilia's eyes wandered down past her wide hips and over her tender looking thighs to her lower legs. "Wait," Cecilia then thought to herself, "these aren't my thoughts... I don't... But are they?" However, she continued to stare at her captor, her glares going from studying her foe to longing for her. Venus once again leaned forward in her chair, continuing to watch Cecilia. "Ah, ready to submit soon?" she asked with a playful sarcasm in her tone. Cecilia continued to stare at Venus' foot, almost ignoring the words that came out of her mouth. Just looking up and down her leg, over the sole of her foot, and watching her toes playfully wiggle in front of Cecilia. She couldn't do much more than gently nod her head in compliance with Venus' question as her mouth weakly drooped open, her mind going fuzzy and warm with the thought of submitting and serving her Mistress. "Good pet," Venus said with a pleased tone in her voice, "now, why don't you show me that you deserve to submit to me." Cecilia felt the vines pulling her body back loosen, allowing her to lean forward. Venus moved her seat closer to Cecilia, and brought her foot closer to Cecilia's face. As Cecilia brought her nose to brush against Venus' sole, her mind raced through a number of thoughts. This wasn't like her. Cecilia was a strong adventurer, and now here she was, her body betraying her, and her subconscious compelling her to give in and worship this being above her. As quickly as the thoughts came into Cecilia's mind, they vanished. The only thing that remained in her head is a voice compelling her to prove her submission to Venus wholeheartedly. Cecilia began to press her lips to the bottom of Venus' foot, her eyes locked against the smooth looking green soles, and her toes as they gently wiggle and flex just a hair's breadth away from Cecilia's eyes. As she began to kiss the bottom of Venus' foot, Cecilia felt a relieving and pleasing sensation pass over her face and start to travel down her body. As her lips brushed against the ball of the foot, Cecilia realized just how soft and pleasing Venus' skin was. It was as if her lips were pressed against a rose petal. As Cecilia breathed through her nose, she also noticed the aroma that was a mix of earth and fresh cut flowers, like she was bringing her nose down to take in a garden. "Good, show me how much you want to worship me pet," Venus said in a sultry tone, "I want to see how much you want to show your Mistress you will devote yourself to her." As Cecilia kept softly kissing Venus' feet, she started to feel a warm and powerful sensation wash over her, centering itself in her panties. As that feeling swelled, Cecilia felt herself let a gasp escape as she shuddered and squirmed in her bonds. Cecilia shifted her hips, feeling a dampness forming in her crotch. Whether from the sudden arousal or the sweat, she couldn't tell. The feelings continued to build, and Cecilia had a strong desire to be touched and heavily petted at that moment. As the feelings of arousal grew within Cecilia, she felt more compelled to worship Venus. Her kisses stopped being simple brushes of her lips against the sole of as she began to lick at Venus' feet like a pet would lick at its handler. As her tongue brushed against the soles, her mind was processing everything that was happening. She felt herself licking up the whole arch of the foot, from the heel to the ball, almost instinctively. This feeling was like it was second nature to her, and she knew the exact paths to trace along the foot to bring pleasure to her Mistress. She started to swirl her tongue along the ball of the foot, before delivering sensual and passionate kisses down the side as she returned to the heel, and started over. "Ohhhh, your tongue feels so good," Venus moaned out as she reclined into her seat, "I want you to start putting it to good use in other places." As Cecilia continued to lick her Mistress, she felt herself weakly nodding her head and moaning in agreement. As she did, she started to feel another vine wrap around her neck. However, this one felt less restricting and more comforting, as if she was meant to have it there. Cecilia looked and saw from Venus' arm a vine was growing from it and had trailed down to Cecilia, letting her know where the new vine was coming from. As the vine continued wrapping around her throat and securing itself, she felt the vines restricting her body recede and release her. "I figure this will be enough to remind you of your place," Venus said as she pulled on the vine, tugging at Cecilia's neck and causing her to move closer to Venus. As she does, she finds herself instinctively wrapping her arms limply around one of Venus' legs, before pressing her face against her Mistress' leg and worshipping it. Her tongue begins to trace up and down it as she continues kissing her Mistress' body. "Awww, I see my pet is desperate to please me, but that isn't what I meant," Venus spoke as she tugged on the leash, pulling Cecilia away from her leg, "I want you to use that tongue somewhere more personal." As her words fell on Cecilia's ears, she couldn't help but let out a gasp and feel flustered at this thought of that. At that moment Venus uncrossed her legs, and the fig leaf covering over her crotch began to wither and curl, Cecilia felt her body flush with pleasure at the sight beneath. In between Venus' legs, matching the greenish tone of the rest of her body, was a very phallic looking genitalia. Cecilia stared in awe at the member between Venus' legs, which looked considerably like a human beings and not one that she assumed would belong to a creature such as this. It had a considerably thick shaft, and what looked like groomed hair all across her nether regions. Cecilia felt herself aroused by the sight of Venus before her. As Venus started to motion Cecilia forward with a come hither motion, Cecilia felt herself compelled to move further in with her kisses, first up Venus' knee, then against her thigh, as Cecilia found herself moving closer to Venus' throbbing and excited member. Everywhere that she kissed, her lips felt a tingly pleasure and a sweet taste that lingered on them. This feeling compelled Cecilia to begin kissing Venus' skin more passionately, letting her tongue gently trace over her Mistress' flesh, every new kiss causing her lips to burn more and more with pleasure. Before she knew it, Cecilia found her lips wrapped around the tip of Venus' cock. Her eyes darted in surprise at what was about to happen and that she feels herself giving in to the pleasure, the taste, and the sensations of the moment. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she began tracing her tongue around the tip, before letting her lips gently wrap around the shaft. She thought she heard Venus gasp in response to her actions, which compelled her to start getting more into pleasing her new Mistress. She started pushing her head down, bringing more of Venus into her mouth, her tongue continuing to play with and taste the tip, before pulling her head back. As she pulled back, she felt the leash around her neck tighten, and looked up to see Venus shortening it so Cecilia's head couldn't pull fully away from her new place. Venus then reached her hand down to stroke Cecilia on the cheek, gently tugging on the leash as she did. Cecilia tried to moan out in response, but found herself drawn further down on Venus' cock, her taste flooding Cecilia's senses more and more. Finally, Venus gently moved her hand behind Cecilia's head, grabbing her hair, and pushing her down Venus' thick shaft while pulling the leash. The sensations all hit Cecilia at one - The sudden force of the pull, this thick invasive object going back and down her throat, and the yanking of the leash followed by it keeping Cecilia pinned in place. All of this together brought Cecilia's mind into a slight panic as she tried to grasp for air, finding that the phallic object in her mouth prevented any from reaching her lungs. Her gag reflex also started to kick in, causing her throat to tighten around Venus' firm length and Cecilia to start to gag and struggle against her captor's torment. Venus just kept staring down at her, stroking her hair and brushing it out of her face, seeming to mouth a silent countdown, before she finally loosened the leash, causing Cecilia to pull back as far as she could, breathing in fresh air through her nose as tears started to stream down her face. At that moment as Cecilia took in her first breath she took in an enticing aroma. The mixture of the taste of Venus in her mouth, with the smell of her Mistress's musk and pheromones, caused Cecilia's mind to start melting in a very hazy bliss. She felt her vision fading except for her new Mistress over her, the only thing in her focus, as she felt herself compelled to continue licking, sucking, and pleasing this creature above her. As Cecilia's tongue traced over the parts of Venus in her mouth, her lips drew in more of Venus for her to please. Her tongue massaged and circled around Venus, the feeling of her skin soft and velvety, like licking a rose petal. Cecilia's nostrils filled with the aroma of a fragrant floral bouquet, but a hint of musk and sweat lingering under it. The whole aroma enveloped her mind, making her crave more of it. She felt her body overflow with a warming pleasure the more she inhaled, like she was becoming intoxicated by it. Finally, her Mistress tasted slightly salty, but with a sweetness like a nectar. Cecilia continued to get more into worshipping Venus' cock, moaning and squirming as she coated every inch with her saliva, drool slowly forming over her lips and starting to trail down her chin. Cecilia continued to worship between Venus' legs, and as she did, she felt pleasure quickly building between her own. Every breath of her Mistress's aroma continued to build her arousal further and further, causing her to get more passionate about pleasing Venus with her mouth. Finally, Cecilia couldn't take it anymore. She started to struggle in her bonds, but this time not to escape, but in a desperate urge to free them so she could touch herself. Cecilia started to moan in pleasure as her eyes started to flutter. As if on command, a vine started to work its way up her legs and between her legs before continuing past her crotch, effectively causing her to straddle it. Cecilia didn't need to consider what was happening, she just began to grind and rub against the vine between her legs, and in return she felt it press more firmly against her crotch and start to shift and move on its own, adding to her pleasure. This, in turn, causes her to start moaning more and working more on Venus' own pleasure. Cecilia swears she could faintly hear Venus moaning as she continued to suck on her and pull her more into Cecilia's own mouth. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of writhing pleasure, Cecilia finally felt her own pleasure building towards a climax. She feels the warmth emanating from her crotch as well as slick moisture traveling down her thighs and coating the vine that continues to assault her. Her own panties have been thoroughly soaked at this point and only serve to add to the sensations and arousal. In a short amount of time, Cecilia finally felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over her body, starting from her waist and causing her whole body to quake as she reached a powerful orgasm, followed by her hearing Venus loudly moan before her mouth filled with a thick, sweet nectar. As Cecilia's orgasm washed over her and then started to die down, the vines picked up again, bringing her back to climax quickly before she had time to recover. Cecilia felt herself thrash and shudder before collapsing after another orgasm. Cecilia swallowed Venus's honey before trying to pull away, however her mind began to slowly melt and her thoughts escaped her own grasp, only for the vines to bring her to another earth shaking orgasm. She looked up to Venus and tried to moan out pleadings for it to stop as she felt another one. Her vision began to feel hazy and darken, except for Venus remaining in focus as she started down at Cecilia while smiling. Another orgasm, Cecilia couldn't focus on anything else. Thoughts gone, everything else felt dull. The only things in her mind was the the intoxicating aromas of her Mistress, the feeling of that vine, and Venus sitting before her. She felt another climax, and each one made her brain feel like it was more and more melting out of her skull. She couldn't focus anymore. Everything felt like it was going dark. Another orgasm... Venus was standing over her new pet like she had been for the past half hour, just watching her. After Venus came in this creature's mouth, she let it fall back onto the ground, and watched it writhe in ecstasy as it would occasionally shudder and moan in its own blissful trance. This one will suffice. Just a few days of it being trapped like this, its mind locked in perpetual orgasm, and it will be empty enough for her to work with. Venus clapped her hands, the sound echoing throughout the caverns. Suddenly, human figures started to wander out from behind the trees and rocks in the garden. Other people that Venus has ensnared over the years. Various individuals of all shapes and sizes, and even of other races. As they came out, some of them started to tend to the garden around her, and a few approached Venus herself. "Make sure to put this one away for a few days. She has some time before she will be ready," Venus commanded of her servants. Four of them surrounded Cecilia on the ground, her body shuddering from other mental orgasm, before they picked her up and started carrying her towards a nearby large flower in the flower garden. As they rested her in the center of the plant, various leaves and vines lurched forth and began wrapping around her body, slowly encasing her. Finally, after the flower has fully encased her in a mummified form, the petals of the flower begin closing around her writhing body, the result of another orgasm in her mental prison. As the flower finally completely closes around her, the servants return to tending to the rest of the garden. The cavern once more silent except for the water running through Venus' paradise. With Venus looking over the servants tending to the vegetables and pondering all of the fun she is going to have with her new pet. It has now been three weeks since Beatrice went missing when the town guard saw two figures approaching the gate. One was Beatrice, her uniform torn and dirt and grime caking her skin. The other was the adventurer Beatrice had been leaning on as they walked. Her armor no longer had a polish on it, and her sword and shield was nowhere on her person, and a few scrapes and marks on her body. One of the guards went to get the local lords as the other went to assist the adventurer and Beatrice. "Hold adventurer! Let me tend to your wounds before you come further," the guard ordered, fetching some bandages and herbs out of his pack. The adventurer slowly walked forward. "Thank you," she called out. She sounded exhausted with how her words came out. As the guard began to examine both her and Beatrice, he noted that they both smelled sweet. It was like a flower bed, but something else lingering under that. "Where was she found?" the guard asked. He started to feel slightly lightheaded. He continued to check for wounds while brushing off the dirt and grime coating the two. "A nearby cave, she was pl... playing in a garden in the cavern," the adventurer mentioned, her speech seemed slightly off, "perhaps once we return Beatrice, I can return with a few guards to explore it." "Maybe, but for now we do need to get her returned to her father," the guard walked to the other side of Beatrice and wrapped her other arm around his shoulder. As he went to stand with Cecilia, his knees felt slightly sluggish, but he chalked it up to being out at the gate for a while. Nothing a warm meal and a bath couldn't fix. He started helping the two back towards the town while a crowd of people gathered. His mind fixated on the aroma wafting from the two. Whatever it was must have come from the garden, and he wanted to experience the source directly.

Selma plopped down on her couch and twirled her signature black hair. She had just finished her biggest North American tour and finally had time for some rest and relaxation. Her social media was full of the usual videos and posts: cats doing funny things, wanna-be stars doing make-up tutorials, men injuring themselves for laughs. Advertisements were predominately layered in between every second post, but Selma paid no attention to them. She knew they were designed for the consumer mindset. As she scrolled, a mesmerizing video caught her attention. Become a back-up dancer for the hot new Pop Star Roland Hills. Roland Hills managed to shroud himself in secrecy while building a lucrative brand that was in-demand everywhere. His concerts sold out. His merchandise was selling like crazy and other artists were clamoring to work with him. She tried to reach out to him, but to no avail. To her, he was a total mystery. The advertisement went full screen. The moving pictures and flashy imagery captured her attention. She stared and stared, taking in the rare opportunity before her. Slightly amused at the thought of being someone else's back-up dancer, she checked the time. The auditions were at 5pm and she had a celebration party for her tour at 9pm. So much for resting, she thought. Selma wore jean shorts that barely covered her ass and a tight white t-shirt that propped up plenty of cleavage. She arrived and found a line-up of girls trailing out the building and around the corner. As she made her way to the registration table, she noticed everyone was wearing the same outfit and a sticker on their forehead. "Hi I'm Selma, I wanted to audition for Roland Hill's back-up dancer position." Selma said confidently. The lady wrote her name down and gave her a number. Selma put the sticker labeled 250 on her shirt. "It goes up here." The lady said pointing to her forehead. Selma didn't argue and put the sticker on her forehead. She knew there were rules for a reason and arguing only left a bad impression. "Listen, I have a party to go to tonight, so do you think I could audition right away? Tell Roland, Selma is here." Selma said with a smile. "You wait in line like everyone else. Next." The lady said ignoring her question. Selma's smile faded and she reluctantly walked to the back of the line. To pass the time, Selma took selfies of herself and posted them on her social media saying she was excited to potentially be a back-up dancer for Roland Hills. It was a humbling experience to be waiting in line with a flock of fans, as usually she was at the end of it. It started to plant the idea that Roland was better than her and it would be an honor and a privilege to be his back-up dancer. Once the line made it inside the building, everyone was told to hand over their phone for privacy reasons. Despite many concerning texts and ignored calls by her people, friends and fans, Selma gladly turned her phone off and handed it over. For the rest of the wait the participants stood single file, in their white shirts and jean shorts with stickers on their head with only one thought in mind, I need to become a back-up dancer for Roland Hills. Finally it was Selma's turn and she was brought into the small audition room which had various women posed in a sexual manner around the outside of the wall. She recognized a few as other contestants. She moved gracefully to the center of the room where all eyes were on her. "Hi, I'm Selma as you probably know. I thought it would be fun to try out as a back-up dancer." Selma said smiling. One of the producer put his hands up to signal her to stop talking. "First off, you are number 250. If we decide to pick you, we will give you a name. Second, do not speak unless we ask you a question. We are here to look at you, not hear you." The producer said in a stern voice. Selma understood the importance of following audition rules, so she did as she was told. "Now we are going to inspect what we're working with. Stand still and let our stagehands examine you," the producer instructed. Several stage hands began feeling Selma up. They groped her, felt her hair, played with her pussy and ass. Every area of her body was touched, rubbed or groped as she stood staring blankly ahead. She knew the importance of finding out the strengths and weaknesses of a potential dancer. They explored her body to ensured she had all the necessities to perform the physically demanding task of dancing. The stagehands were satisfied and gave the thumbs up. "Okay number 250, turn around and twerk" Selma turned around and spread her legs. She twerked and danced, impressing the judges with her control and tempo as her ass cheeks bounced in rhythm with the music. "Stop." The producer said. Selma stopped mid-twerk. The producers discussed, occasionally glancing at the frozen beauty. Selma didn't usually twerk as it wasn't a very energy efficient dance. However she did find time at home to practice in case she ever wanted to. She held her legs spread apart with her ass barely being contained by her jean shorts, giving the producers a wonderful view. There was silence at the producers table as they reached a consensus. "We will keep you for the next round," said the main producer. Selma wanted to ask when the next round was, but she knew the rules. "Number 250, please take a position around the room and let our stage hands pose you." Selma walked over to an empty spot next to a gorgeous blond posing like Wonder Woman. She stepped on her own platform and stood still. The stagehands played around until they settled on a hand on hip, hand on head pose with a sexual gaze. She held the pose as she was instructed. It was now 9:30pm and she knew she was going to miss her own party. That didn't matter. All that mattered was becoming a back-up dancer for Roland Hills. She made it pass the first round over hundreds of girls and wasn't going to quit now. She remained posed on display with the rest of the hopeful girls. The remainder of the audition went on for another two hours before the final spots were decided. The producers left the room to break for an hour leaving all the girls posed along the side. Despite being left alone, none of the girls moved. They had been instructed not to and they all knew how important audition rules were. For now, they were all just decorations inside the audition room frozen in various sexual poses and positions. The producers finally returned, this time with Roland Hills himself. Selma felt a surge of excitement as she saw Roland in person for the first time. He was everything she thought he would be. Roland was wearing a white suit, complete with white tie. His signature blond hair was gelled back, but left a wavy natural appearance instead of the usual slicked oil most guys end up with. He wore gold trimmed glasses which blended well with his tanned skin. Roland lead the producers around the room and gave the final say on each girl. His goal was 15 girls out of the 50 girls posed. If a girl was selected, he'd give them a new name and once they were all selected, they would be driven to the dance studio to start the process of officially becoming a back-up dancer for Roland Hills. If a girl wasn't selected, she was sent out of the room immediately. It felt like ages as Selma watched Roland make his way around the room. Despite already being at the audition for almost eight hours, waiting for Roland to make it to her seemed like an eternity. With three spots left, Roland stepped in front of Selma. She was nervous and held her pose as perfectly as she could, keeping her breathing to a minimum. Roland watched her in silence. He never thought the advertisements would work, but here was one of the biggest Pop Stars in the world trying to gain his approval. He recalled the memory of going to one of Selma's concerts with his sister and all the waiting they had to do before and after. It was satisfying knowing she went through the same ordeal. "All right she's in. We'll call her Diamond." Roland said casually, giving Selma the impression that she barely made the cut. Selma maintained her pose as Roland and the producers moved on. She was mentally screaming with joy having been chosen as a back-up dancer for Roland Hills. She couldn't understand why, but she felt more excitement now than when she released her first album. It was an absolute honor and she promised herself she would work her ass off to keep it. After all the girls were selected, they were driven by bus to the dance studio and ushered into a small auditorium for an introduction. Roland was noticeably absent. He probably has more important things to do, Selma thought. "Congratulations young ladies, you have all been selected as back-up dancers for Roland. This includes concert performances and music videos," the producer said proudly. The girls all smiled at the opportunity ahead. Selma still couldn't believe she had been chosen as she looked around at the other back-up dancers. She had worked with some of them before on her own videos and concerts. To be able to compete with them meant Roland saw something special in her. "Now here are the rules. First you will sign a contract indicating you are possessions of Roland Hills. Standard contract stuff. Since you're basically objects on the stage, we need to ensure we have ownership rights. By signing this, you and everything you own will become property of Roland Hills." The producer explained. Selma knew the hassles of ownership issues when it came to shows and videos. She understood the lengths the artist needed to go to protect themselves and their work. It made sense that Roland wanted ownership of his back-up dancers to ensure they couldn't sign with anyone else. "Second, we will tattoo Roland's Bitch on your ass cheeks as a sort of group unity. You're a family now and we want to mark that occasion." Selma smiled. She liked when cast members or band members did something to form a bond and have something to remember. "Third, you will all be living at Roland's house in a separate area. If you are not chosen for a particular project, you will remain at the house and practice dancing. Is everything clear?" The girls nodded and smiled. A wave of excitement washed over them. "Great lets get those contracts and asses signed," the producer yelled. Selma was fifth to go. She sat down across from the lawyer with the contract in front of her. "Okay Selma, this contract states that you, Selma Lopez, give Roland Hills all rights and legal ownership of your name and everything associated with your brand. You will then legally change your name to Diamond Bimbo, and by doing so become property of Roland Hills to do with as he sees fit. Is that understood?" the lawyer asked as he offered her his pen. Selma grabbed the pen and skimmed through the contract. She would be giving up everything she worked so hard to build. Her name, her brand, everything would belong to him. But she knew this was an opportunity of a life time. To back-up dance for Roland Hills, was a dream come true. She signed her name on the contract and handed it back. Selma waited lying down with the other girls as her tattoo dried. She pondered her new name Diamond and how she could stand out from the other girls. She knew she had to work hard at dancing, but most importantly she knew she must always follow the rules. Tomorrow her life would start as a back-up dancer for Rolland Hills. To be continued. _A short, hopefully sweet submission. Please, don't email me giving your views about the morality of the situation I describe here. There are hundreds and thousands of faithful wives out there who are paragons of virtue while their husband's are away serving in skirmishes around the globe. I speak from experience on that subject. Just enjoy the tale._ My Darling Husband Not long now until you come home. It's been so long now, almost six months. I can't believe that you've had to be celibate for all this time. I know it was a war and everything, and you've been so busy, but how can you manage without it for such a long time? Thank you for giving me the freedom to play whilst you've been away. You're such a kind, thoughtful husband, so understanding. I don't know of anyone else who would entrust such freedom to his wife, and for that, my darling, I thank you. You can rest easy at nights knowing that I love you. I loved you when you left for that horrible little war, and I love you still. When you come home to me I will have a nice surprise for you, I think you can guess. Can't you? I know you have always enjoyed Melissa's company when she visited, and that you would love to get into her pants. Well… let's wait and see. I had an adorable fuck last night. He came to the house at seven thirty. Freshly bathed, clean shaven and looking as foxy as ever. I met him at the door dressed like a total slut. You know how whorish I can be. Well, I was wearing those black stockings, you know, the hold ups, those wicked spike heeled black shoes, and not a stitch else. His face when I let him in… it was a picture. I turned away immediately, giving him a great view of my ass as I climbed the staircase. Of course I swayed my hips so my ass wiggled, just the way that gets you so excited, and when I got to the top stair I turned to see him staring up at me, all slack jawed and ogling. I sat on the top stair and spread my legs wide. 'Come on up, baby,' I said, come and taste me.' Well, he almost flew up the stairs, I mean, God, he was so excited. When he put his face down between my legs, and I felt his hot breath on my body… well, my clit was just buzzing, and I could feel my juice begin to slide out of my cunt. I used that word on purpose babe. I know how hard it makes you when I talk dirty. I can tell you, my cunt was so juicy… mmm, I love being such a BAD girl. He licked me and tickled my clit with his fingers and tongue for an age. When I came… wow! My nipples were so long and so hard; boy did they ache. I just had to pull his face up and have him share my juice with me. I couldn't believe how much cum I had pissed onto his face, but I do taste delicious, even if I say so myself! By the way, so does Melissa (wink). After that kiss we went to our bedroom. He stripped quickly and soon had his thick cock in front of my face. Well, what's a girl supposed to do when confronted like that? I put my lips around the big, purple dome of his cock head and just slurped on it like a big, fat lollipop. God, he just went wild. He grabbed a handful of my long hair and just started to stuff my mouth with cock. He was fucking my face, and I had to put my hand on his belly to stop him pushing too far down my throat. Well, I pulled his lovely fat cock out of my mouth and licked and licked at him. It was fantastic, the look on his face when I looked up at him. I was smearing his wet cock all over my cheeks and face, you know how I do that, and all the time I was talking so dirty to him. I was like - 'Come on baby, I want you to come all over my face. I want to see that hot stuff spitting from your cock. Come on! Splash your goo on my tits.' Then I took him back between my lips and sucked on him so hard. I was using my hands on the base of his stalk, and cupping his heavy balls in my palm too. I know you love that, so I was doing ALL my tricks. I hope this is turning you on where you are; it's certainly doing the trick for me. Baby, I wish you'd been there last night to see me sucking his big, fat cock. I can't wait till I see Melissa sucking on yours. Anyway, as I was sucking and wanking him, he was groaning and moaning so loud… He had hold of my hair so tight… Then, he caught me by surprise. His big cock gave a sort of pulse, and the next thing I knew, he'd shot a thick bolt of cream right into my mouth. I knew instantly that I would never be able to cope with the volume of the stuff he can cum, so I just pulled him from my mouth, and BOOM, I got a face full of the goo straight away. God, honey, it was like he hadn't come for a month! It just kept on spurting from the eye of his cock; hitting me on the face, hanging from my hair, dripping from my chin, God, I must have looked so slutty. It was fantastic; he didn't waste a second. No sooner had he finished spitting his jizz over me than he had lifted me up off the stairs, and was carrying me to the bedroom. He's so gorgeous; he kissed me when he laid me on the bed. I love that, having a man taste his own semen off my tongue… well – you knew that didn't you? I knew I was in for a good fucking, and he didn't disappoint me. His thick cock stayed so big and hard – Mmm. I spread my legs for him and just offered my cunt to his mercy. Did he show me any mercy? I'm pleased to say he didn't. He just pushed his big, blunt cock head against me and pushed. I was so wet and ready his thick dick just slid right into me. The things he was saying! Oh my, I'm getting all juicy now, just recalling… God, my clit is throbbing, and I can feel my nipples are aching too, pulsing in time with my heartbeat and my clit. I'm going to have to stop soon and get my toys out. He just filled me right up. I mean – I was so full of his meat that it literally took my breath away. He was so thick… I could only lay there, my thighs wide as I accommodated him, and he just looked down at me, staring right into my eyes, as though he was stripping my soul… What a sight I must have looked with his seed spattered across my face and my legs wide, but, God, I felt so fucking horny. He moved as he looked at me, he had that look in his eyes – almost contempt, as though he could control me, and to be honest my love, at that time he did control me. I don't know how you will feel about THAT, but I have to tell you how intense it was. His eyes bored into mine as he bored into my dripping cunt with his big tool, and all I could do was just lie there and take it. All of a sudden he just picked up a gear, and then slammed up several more in quick succession. Phew – he was soon slamming his cock in and out of me like a machine; like a relentless piston. Honey, it just felt so damn good. I remember looking down along the front of my body, my tits were swinging wildly and I could see the lips of my pussy clinging to the wet, shining shaft of his cock as he pumped at me. Of course I took the opportunity to take a little time on my clit with my fingers, and wow… I came almost straight away. You should have seen his face when I started to swear at him. You know how bad I am when I cum!! I could see he was shocked by the language, but I was actually quite restrained. I just told him I was coming, and how good his thick cock felt as it split my cunt. Nothing unusual about that, is there babe? Anyway, once I 'd calmed down a little he got a little confidence back; or the shock of my filthy talk wore off, and he pulled that hose of his out of me. I wasn't to be without his length for long however babe, 'cos soon after I found myself on my hands and knees with his fingers holding my ass cheeks wide. At first I thought he was going to try and stuff his big penis into my tight virgin ass, but he didn't. (maybe we could give that a try when you get home?) What he did do took my breath away! I felt his hot breath down there along my ass crack, and then I felt his wet tongue probing around my asshole. Honey, it felt dee-fucking-vine! It was so, so BAD! Having his tongue pushing into such a taboo place… God! He licked at my asshole for a few moments, and I could feel that my pussy was wide open and gaping - he was pulling my lips apart at the same time he was holding my ass cheeks wide. Suddenly, I felt his big helmet pushing against me again, and his hands were clasped tightly to my hips. I took his length with no problem at all, and very soon he was stretching my insides with that fat, knobbly cock once again. Damn it felt good to have him fucking me. He was holding me tight and slamming home roughly – just how I wanted him to! His hard stomach was slapping against my ass, and I could swear that the neighbours must have been able to hear the explosive sounds! My tits were swinging below me, and I was pushing my chest low so that I could feel my sensitive nipples brush against the sheets. It didn't take much of this rampant fucking before I could tell he was close to exploding. I did my usual little trick of talking dirty. I know it always works on you! I told him how good he felt inside me, and how I'd loved his tongue deep in my ass. I asked him to fuck me… hard, and then harder still. I said I wanted to feel his big cock pulse inside me, and to feel his seed gush into my cunt. I think it was that, that did it, for indeed, I did begin to feel him pumping his second load into me. Fuck, babe. It was so hot. His cum was jetting into me, and it was like lava bubbling inside me. Of course, feeling him pumping into me, and hearing him groan and moan – well, that just sent me off the deep end too. Eventually, when he stopped gushing what felt like pints of spunk into me, I just collapsed in a sweat soaked heap on the bed. He just got off me without a word, and as his cum was dribbling out of my sopping cunt, he got dressed and left. Well, honey. I hope this little tale has turned you on. I can't wait till you get home and we can be so filthy together. You must tell me how you want Melissa, and when. I think that a threesum with me and my best friend is the least I can offer you for being so understanding. You truly are a husband in a million, and I do appreciate you. Well, babe. I'm going to sign off. He's due back here again tonight, and so I need to get ready and make sure I'm dressed (or undressed) for him when he gets here. Your brother is such a dirty bastard, maybe I should fuck you both together when you get back too. How does that sound to you? Your loving wife, Abi. *disclaimer fiction and etc." It was my first year of college, and I was a virgin at the time. I had finally scored my first job, at a small office a 30 minute bike ride away, and the boss who interviewed me, let's name her Katie, seemed very friendly and accommodating with the fact I needed to take off every Friday for lawn-mowing work I had taken up. Katie was a single mom in her 40's. She had two kids who were themselves off to college. It was a fun and adventurous time for me. I had just gone out on my first real date ever with a girl from class. I was getting to like her a lot. She was 18 years old, just like me and very sweet. We made out a few times and I was feeling for the first time ever very secure and confident about myself. The work turned out to be pretty easy but tedious in that I was not used to working 8 hour shifts in offices. I was the only guy working there. Every now and then I would start getting really draggy and run out of patience and asked Katie if I could take off early. Most of the time she agreed, but she also made it a big deal, because about half of those days I was supposed to close. I just got too bored and couldn't do it.. my mind could not do it. One day I was alone in the store, and thinking of that girl in my class, I pulled out a pic of her on my phone and started getting really worked up. I looked around, made sure the office was empty, and I unzipped and pulled my dick out just a little bit to tease/play with it while looking at my phone at my desk. Problem is, the office wasn't empty. I didn't check thoroughly enough and Katie, who was in the small storage room rummaging around, came walking out right to the sight of me tugging at my little cock. The second I saw her in the corner of my eyes, I very discreetly put my dick away and pretended i was just.. scratching my groin, I don't know... just hoping she didn't actually see what i was doing. "Chris", she said. "Follow me to my office. We have to talk", she went on to say. I followed her to her office, where she closed the door behind me and told me to sit down on the low chair. Once I sat down, she nonchalantly reached under her skirt, lowered her panties a little bit, and lowered her pussy right onto my face. I was so shocked, but so horny at the same time, I thought "Fuck it", and just went ahead and slipped my tongue just slightly inside her pussy lips. Her pussy lips were swollen from anticipation and in my surprise she was DRIPPING WET. I was so turned on that I just went to town on it, kissed, tongued, licked, teased, nibbled, and went all crazy on her pussy, my nose and forehead covered in her juices while trying to steady her as her whole body quivered on top of me, nothing but moaning and pleasure noises coming from above. She had one last intense orgasm, nearly screamed so loud, it made the gods drop their glasses, and finally collapsed on top of me, wet pussy all up in my face, my entire face soaked. As she recovered, the first words she could mutter was "thank you." "Chris. You can go home. Every time you do this, i'll let you go home early." she explained. And off I went, partially in shock of what just happened, and partially intensely satisfied and happy about the whole situation. I suddenly felt like a real hair-on-the-chest, bearded man... that I had conquered the peaks of all mountains... HEAR ME ROAR! Suddenly I remembered, after coming down from my idiotic ego trip, that I needed to rush home, take a shower, and scrub all this delicious milf juice off me for my date with the class girl later that night. I ended up hooking up with class girl, but after I told her about my relationship with a "unnamed coworker", she broke things up with me. But I get to taste a ton of sexy, rich, and classy executive pussy every couple days and all I was thinking was that life could never get any better than that :)

Betty Rubble sat in the window watching her son Bam Bam playing in the garden. Barney was at work as usual and Betty was bored. She thought about going next door and seeing what Wilma was up to. If nothing else, the kids could always play in Pebbles room while the adults got busy. Betty and Wilma had been friends for years and lovers for almost as long. It had started out as innocent play one day and became a weekly occurrence over the years when the men were at work. Betty ran her hands down over her dress as she thought about Wilma's tongue slithering deep inside her pussy. She felt a shiver as she thought about it. Barney hadn't been really big on the whole sex thing lately and Betty had to admit that she was horny as hell. Going to the mirror in the dining room, she checked her jet black hair that as always was pulled up off of her neck. She smoothed her dress down over her slender body then headed towards the door. Opening the door, she gasped. "Fred, what are you doing here?" She asked looking at Wilma's husband. She had to admit that she had always thought Fred was a handsome man. About 5'9" and 160lbs, with short black hair and brown eyes. Just seeing him standing in her doorway made her pussy tingle. "Um...that is..." Fred stammered as he looked at her. Fred was unsure if he was doing the right thing. He knew that if Wilma found out what he planned to do, she would leave him right away. Plus add to that that Barney was his best friend. But Fred had wanted Betty for a long time and since Mr. Slate had told him that Barney was going to be working late today because of a big shipment coming in, he figured this was his only chance. "Fred, are you okay?" Betty asked reaching up and running her hand over his cheek. Fred closed his eyes as he felt her soft hand touch him. "Betty, feel free to slap me if you want to, but I really want to have sex with you." he said staring into her blue eyes. Betty looked at him in shock, and then slowly lowered her hand. "You, you want to fuck me?" She asked stunned. Fred stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. "Yes, I know Wilma will probably leave me and Barney will probably kill me, but I can't seem to help myself." He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close as he brought his lips to hers. Betty stood limply in his arms for a minute. She still didn't believe that her best friend's husband was actually standing in her living room kissing her. She knew she should push him away, but the thought of having a hard cock slithering in and out of her hot snatch was making her pussy throb with need. She moaned low when she felt Fred's hand cup her breast through her dress. "Fred, I..." "Please Betty. I need you so bad." Fred murmured against her lips. He moved his lips to her neck as he moved his hand up under her dress. Betty gasped when his hand slithered up between her legs and touched her swollen pussy. "Fred, oh god." She panted as she clung to him. "You are so hot aren't you?" He asked lifting his eyes to hers as he let his fingers drift over her swollen flesh. Betty stared at him in shock as his fingers moved over her. She knew she had to push him away, but she couldn't seem to get her body to obey her mind. When Fred suddenly lifted her up in his arms and carried her towards the bedroom, her arms went up around his neck. "Fred, I really don't think we should be doing this, but I'm so hot." She protested weakly as he laid her back on her bed. "It will be our secret Betty." Fred said softly as he kissed her once again. This time he pressed his tongue against her lips and Betty moaned as she opened to him. She sucked at his tongue as she felt his fingers working at the strap of her dress. She gasped when she felt the cool air in the room brush against her bare breasts. "Oh Fred." She moaned closing her eyes as she rested back against the pillow. Fred looked at her for a minute. "You are so beautiful Betty." He said softly running his finger lightly over one nipple and watching it harden. "I need you so bad." He lowered his head until he was able to take her nipple between his lips, sucking gently at it. "Fred, oh god Fred." Betty gasped as she bucked up against him. She felt his hand on her other breast and moaned as he gently squeezed it. Fred sucked harder at her nipple as he caressed her other breast with his hand. When his fingers found her nipple, he took it between two fingers and gently squeezed it making Betty mewl in pleasure. "I need you so bad." He said against her skin as he slowly lowered her dress until he was able to pull it off her legs. Betty laid there naked watching him through closed eyes as he looked over her naked body. She knew she had a good body but wondered if it was as good as Wilma's. When he suddenly very slowly spread her legs open, she didn't care. "Touch me Fred, I'm so hot." She begged when she felt his hand once again work its way between her legs. Fred brought his eyes to hers. "I can see how hot you are." he panted as he felt his cock hardening under his shirt. He knew if he didn't get inside her pretty soon, he was going to make a mess all over the bed. But ass he looked at his finger moving slowly between her closed pussy lips, he knew he had to taste her first. Lying down on his stomach, he moved down on the bed until his face was even with her hot snatch. "Oh Fred." Betty mewled when she felt him spread her open and his tongue touch her in a long taste. "Yes, that's it, eat me." She lifted her hips against him and cried out when his tongue darted over her clit. "Fuck, eat me." She begged humping against his mouth. Fred moaned against her as he locked his lips around her clit and slipped two fingers into her sopping hole. "Oh, you are so wet." He moaned lifting his eyes to hers. Betty's breath became labored as she wrapped her legs around his neck. "Eat me; I need to cum so bad." She panted. Her hips moved furiously against him as she humped her body. She could feel his fingers sliding deep inside her and cried out in pleasure. Fred moved his fingers fast and hard inside her as he sucked greedily at her clit. He could feel her shivering beneath him and knew he wanted to make her cum with his mouth before he fucked her. "Cum for Me." he chanted over and over in his head as he attacked her sensitive flesh with his mouth and fingers. "Oh god, eat me, Make me cum." Betty begged digging her fingers into her breasts and squeezing them painfully, as she humped her body against his mouth. "Don't stop, it feels so good." Her legs tightened around his head as his tongue whipped over her swollen clit. She knew this was wrong, this wasn't her husband, but she was so hot, she didn't care. "Eat meeeeee..." She screamed as she suddenly convulsed in release. Fred growled against her as he continued to whip his tongue against her clit and slammed his fingers deep into her slit. He could feel his fingers squishing around in her juices and knew he had to have her. He pulled away while she was still convulsing and quickly pulled up his shirt, showing her his hard cock. "Mmmmm, nice." Betty purred seeing him fully enlarged. She spread her legs wide and held her arms out to him as he laid over her. "Fuck me Fred." She purred. Fred rubbed his cock against her and moaned loudly. "Oh Betty." He moaned as he found her entrance and pushed forward burying himself inside her. "Oh yes." "Fuck me," Betty cried lifting her hips as he slowly withdrew then came back into her. "It feels so good. Fred wrapped his arms around her holding her close to him as he slowly thrust into her. "Oh, you feel as good as I knew you would." he moaned against her neck. He felt her pulling him deep inside her and couldn't hold back the moans. "Oh Fred, yes, Fuck me." She cried wrapping her legs tightly around his waist as she met him thrust for thrust. "Betty, oh god, ugh...yes." Fred panted as he started plowing deep inside her faster. "Your pussy feels so good." He locked his lips on hers as he hammered into her. He could hear her juices squishing between their moving bodies and it pushed him to new heights. "I love fucking you. You are so hot." He panted against her neck as he felt her muscles tighten and loosen around him. "Fuck me Fred, oh fuck me." Betty cried digging her nails into his back as he rode her. "Make me cum again." Fred slammed faster and harder into her making her squeals in pleasure. "Yes, oh god yes." She screamed as she felt her orgasm start to rise over her. "Fuck me, oh god fuck me." She slammed her body forcefully against his each time he slammed into her making his cock drive further inside her hot snatch with each stroke. "Betty, fuck, oh, ugh..." Fred panted as he felt her body tightening around him. "Cum for me. I need you to cum for me." He pistoned his cock even faster and heard her cries of pleasure. "Fred, fuck, I'm cummmmiinnngggggg..." She screamed as she once again convulsed around him. "Betttttttttttttttttttttttttyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..." Fred cried as he buried himself completely inside her. Betty screamed as she felt him coat her insides. *** While Fred and Betty were having their little sex fest, Wilma was having fun of her own. She had dropped Pebbles off at her mothers and decided to take a trip down to the quarry. Mr. Slate had told her earlier that he was letting Fred off early today if she wanted to come by. As much as she loved her husband, Wilma had to admit that he was nothing compared to Fred's boss. That man really knew how to fuck a pussy. At the time Fred had been knocking on Betty's door, Wilma was kneeling in front of Mr. Slate's desk with his cock buried in her mouth. "Wilma, ugh, oh god." Mr. Slate moaned as he felt her tongue move over him. "Yes, suck my cock." "Mmmmmmm..." Wilma moaned around the hard flesh in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down over him as she worked her fingers in and out of her sopping hole. She knew that Mr. Slate would fuck her and she needed it really bad. Mr. Slate slowly fucked his cock in and out of Wilma's hungry mouth and moaned loudly as she went to town on him. Reaching down, he grasped her bare breasts, squeezing them roughly in his hands. As soon as she had come into the office, she had stripped out of her dress and dropped to her knees before him. Now as he watched his cock being devoured between her soft lips, he knew he wanted to fuck her. "Lean across the desk my dear." He said hoarsely as he reluctantly pulled his cock out of her mouth. Wilma smiled up at him, and moved quickly to her feet. She turned so she had her back to him and leaned over his desk so her pussy was open to his gaze. Mr. Slate moved to stand up and sink into her, but at the first gaze of her tender flesh, he couldn't resist a taste. He moved out of his chair and onto his knees before her. Wilma turned to look over her shoulder, wondering what was taking him so long when she felt his tongue touch her. "Oh Mr. Slate, yes, eat my hot pussy." She cried pushing back with her hips as she felt his tongue move over her. Mr. Slate spread open her lips and dove onto her flesh. Wilma squealed in pleasure as he ran his tongue and teeth against her tender clit. "Ugh, oh god, eat me." She cried digging her nails into the side of the desk. Wilma was so engrossed in the tongue lashing that Mr. Slate was giving her, she didn't noticed the office door open or Barney, her neighbor walk in. "Mr. Slate, I'm done for the..." Barney stopped speaking as he saw Wilma leaning over Mr. Slate's desk. "What is going on?" He asked even as his cock started to rise. Wilma was close to cumming and was thrusting her body back against Mr. Slate's mouth when she heard Barney's words. "Oh god, no not now." She cried looking at him even as her orgasm washed over her. "I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm cummmmmmiinnnnnnngggggg..." She slammed her body back against Mr. Slate's mouth as her body convulsed. Mr. Slate not realizing that Barney was in the room, moaned loudly as he drank up her juices. He grasped her quivering legs as he pulled himself to his feet and immediately drove his cock deep into her waiting well. "Ugh...Oh Yesssssssssss..." Wilma cried out momentarily forgetting that Barney was in the room at the sudden thrust into her pussy. "What the hell?" Barney cried as he watched Mr. Slate slamming forcefully into Wilma from behind. Mr. Slate and Wilma looked at him but Mr. Slate didn't stop his forceful thrusts. "You will have to wait in line Mr. Rubble." He panted as he reached around Wilma and grasped her breasts even as he continued to slam into her. "Barney...Ugh...Please, ugh, don't tell Fred." She panted slamming back against Mr. Slate as she felt her orgasm start to rise once again. Barney watched the action in front of him for a minute. He knew he should tell Fred that his wife was cheating on him with his boss, but watching Wilma being impaled by his boss and the way she was screaming in pleasure was driving him crazy. "I won't tell him, but you have to suck me off." He said pulling his shirt up over his head until his cock was sticking out away from his body. Wilma was panting from the pounding Mr. Slate was giving her, but when she saw Barney's hard cock, her mouth watered. "Deal." She panted. Barney moved a chair over to the desk so he could climb up onto it, then grabbed the back of Wilma's hair and pulled her down over his hard cock. "Oh yes." he moaned as he felt her lips envelop him. Mr. Slate watched the action going on in front of him and moaned loudly. "That's it Mrs. Flintstone, suck his hard cock while I fuck you." he growled mauling her breasts while he tore into her furiously from behind. Wilma moaned loudly as her pussy was filled repeatedly by Mr. Slate's hard cock. She could feel her orgasm rising furiously and knew she wanted the men to cum with her. She tightened her pussy muscles making Mr. Slate moan and sucked furiously at Barney making him cry out. "Suck me Wilma, fuck suck Me." he cried yanking on her head and forcing her down over him. "Fuck, I'm cummmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggg..." Between the mouth on his cock and watching Mr. Slate fuck her from behind, it wasn't surprising when Barney suddenly slammed deep into Wilma's mouth and emptied himself down her throat. Feeling Barney cum in her mouth send Wilma over the edge. She tried to scream in pleasure and almost choked on the cum sliding down into her stomach. Feeling her cum around him sent Mr. Slate over the edge and he buried himself to the hilt inside her as he let go. "AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH..." He cried as he released his balls deep inside her. Well I guess we can say dear reader, it's just another normal day in Bedrock... Her Note: Well, I missed not having you and being here alone! Oh the wonderful things I could have done with you! I could have awakened you finding you disheveled, hair matted, laying in my scent having been marked as my bitch. Me delighted by your look, smell and the knowledge that you are MY bitch. My senses ignited again merely by looking at you. I quickly slide my panties down from beneath my skirt and sliding in next to you with my backside to your face...I tug your leg and whisper "Good Morning baby." " Breakfast" wiggling my fleshy cheeks against your lips and nose. Wanting so to feel your loving tongue on the rim of my ass sending me to heights I've come to need from you. My hand reaching back pulling myself open for you to gain access. Your eyes barely open but your breath warm and your tongue hot with saliva dances around in the tight circle of my bud. You say nothing as you give me what I want, filling my crack with your saliva and letting your tongue slide in my crevice now back and forth letting it briefly stop over my hole and flick. Your hands now spreading my cheeks as you lick me with the flat of your tongue. I feel you moving and getting yourself into a better position to lick me. I look over my shoulder and see you........eyes closed mouth working purposefully for me... so much my baby bitch. The softness of your attentions, the loving care you are giving me.....the site of you sends me over. My hand on my pussy as I cum.....your magic tongue in my ass...me holding my skirt in my other hand my moaning steady and low my mouth drops open but nothing comes out..my eyes bulging as the intensity of my climax washes through me. Finally I gasp, trying to take in enough air to breathe normally again. My head lays down across my arm. I rest and say nothing, completely immersed in the pleasure just received. As I regain my bearings I look at you....your eyes once again closed, your face as sweet to me as ever...more so in fact...lips red and slightly puffy from their morning exercise. I quietly slide off of the bed...your eyes shut and your breathing shallow...asleep again. I step into my panties, tug them up and with a shimmy of my hips adjust them before pulling down my skirt and smoothing it. Slipping on my shoes and walking to the mirror for a quick run of the brush through my hair. Replacing the brush in my bag I tip toe to the side of the bed and kiss your cheek...wishing I could stay and fuck you all day long. My response: Feeling the bed shift as you move onto it, I start to climb out of my dream. I had been reliving the night before with every tender caress, vicious slap, eager probe, and wanton action recalled in equal measure and delight. I smell you on me. Feel you on me and in me. The bed sheets twisted and rumpled about me. Damp with our shared cum and your piss. The warmth of your body in my dream is now replaced with the actual warmth as you press your ass to my face. My tongue moves as if on its own, and the tip finds your rosebud. Tasting you, wanting you, I rim you before wiggling it into your ass. I can tell you want this as your ring is loose and my tongue gains entrance to your depths. As you spread yourself for me, I move my tongue in and out. Fucking your sweet ass, your flavor filling my mouth and senses. I pull out and lick up and down your crack, finding your puckered bud in the midst of each swath of my tongue. Flicking at it now, I rearrange myself under you for a better angle of attack. Wanting you to cum and to be close and ready and able to drink from you when you do. Oh how I love your ass! How could I not? It is part of you. As I focus on your tight hole again, I hear you moaning. Hips swaying slightly as you seek more of my tongue. I hear the soft, wet movement of your fingers rubbing your pussy and I know you are on the brink. Tirelessly, my tongue explores the hot, smooth, tight inner space of you. I do not hear you, but I know you have peaked. My tongue almost tore from my mouth as you contract and squirm. I want to move it to your pussy but it is trapped so I suck softly, enjoying the bitter musk instead. My chin and lower jaw coated with your climax. You remain rigid but shortly after I feel your body relax and your weight holds me under you. By your breathing, I sense that you have fallen asleep, sated for now. With reluctance, my tongue leaves you. I take long breathes, luxuriating in the press and aromas of your body. Soon I drift back to sleep, my contentment cresting, never wanting this moment to end. I wake later to find you gone. Eyes search the room for you in vain. Finally seeing the message left in my lipstick on the mirror. "Shower and change the sheets on the bed. Make yourself pretty for me. When I return I will fuck you that much harder to return you to the state you are now in." Below the writing on the mirror I see the rest of your message. This part not in words but rather in the form of a display. The dildo pointing to the ceiling with the harness at its base, a large tube of lube beside it and the clear glass rod. The rod composed of a series of balls, each larger than the preceding, with short spaces between each one. The smallest the diameter of a dime, the largest the size of a small fist. Lips forming a smile, I gather the sheets into a pile under me. Using them for friction, I hump on the bed. Legs spread, hands joining with the soiled fabric, I move frantically. Imagining what you will do with those items. My asshole puckering and my pussy so wet, already feeling you entering me, filling me...and I cum... I guess you could say that I've always had a crush on my neighbor Mike. Well, to be honest it was a bit more than a crush but who could blame me? Mike was the kind of guy that women wanted to be with. To put it simply, he was a man's man. The kind of guy who was not only strong and successful, but also outgoing and charismatic. I loved his athletic build and the strong features that told everyone around him that he was the "alpha" dog in the pack. It took me a while to admit that I had a crush on my neighbor, mostly because I was married and there was a strong part of me that felt guilty about having an interest like that outside of my husband. When Mike moved in, he also had an incredibly beautiful girlfriend and it was a bit intimidating to have a certain interest in someone who was part of such an amazing couple. Quite honestly, I was a bit jealous of what they had because my own husband lacked many of the qualities that stood out with Mike, and I sometimes wondered what I was missing. My husband and I were too young when we got married and as we grew into adults, we both realized that we had different goals and ambitions in life. Luckily, we discovered that relatively quickly, and we both agreed to separate amicably. It was a bit scary to be looking at building a new life, but there was quite a bit of excitement about the future. Honestly, one of the biggest holes was the lack of a male companion and to be blunt, having a hot guy right next door left me a bit horny! I had always been friendly with Mike and I might have taken a little extra care to make sure I looked good when I knew he would see me. We became friendly over time, as neighbors do, and I always looked forward to running into him in front of the house so that we could chat. Quite often, I would catch him checking me out and it gave me a boost that I could catch his eye. It never went further than that but a big part of me was growing incredibly curious about him. I kept my crush a secret for over a year and I think it lasted that long in me because my own marriage was having growing troubles. It wasn't until after the divorce that I realized how my secret neighbor crush would take me. It all started for me late one night when I went down to my living room to get my phone off the table. It was completely dark when I went into the room and as I made my way, I saw some movement in the window. That part of the house faces part of Mike's living room and I'd see him there watching television on some nights. This time, in the glow of the television, I saw a completely naked Mike, sitting on the edge of the couch. His girlfriend was kneeling on the floor with her head in his lap. Startled by the surprise, my first instinct was to rush away, fearing that they could catch me watching. That was quickly overcome by a sensation that made me want to stay and see everything. My room was dark and they would have no way to know I was there. The voyeur in me was just too curious and I have to admit that being a little naughty was just too much to pass up. I was staying! Mike was reclined on the couch and it appeared that he was totally lost in an amazing blow job. She slowly took him completely into her mouth along the full length of his shaft. She was also completely naked and I could see that she was playing with herself as she sucked on him. I had watched porn before, but I was surprised by how erotic it was to see something like that in real life. Watching a beautiful girl pleasing her man like that put butterflies in my stomach and I felt my whole body getting warmer as I watched. I slid down into my own couch so that I could get a better view. I could see Mike's pleasure as she slowly took him in and out of her mouth and as his pleasure grew, my own desires began to take hold of me. It was almost an unconscious reaction that my hand began to rub my nipples through my shirt. My shorts slid off easily and my moist panties proved that I was more excited that I expected. Mikes cock slowly slid in and out of her mouth as her fingers rubbed a little faster. My own hand moved under my panties and two fingers slid easily into me. The sensation was like a burning fire erupted in me and I spread my legs apart to let my fingers do their work. Mike then stopped his girlfriend and they both stood up. His full erect cock glowed in the low light and seeing him fully for the first time sent another jolt of lust into my system. I watched as he pushed her face down over the arm of the couch and lined himself up behind her. With a quick move, he slid into her and slowly began thrusting in and out. My fingers were completely wet and waves of pleasure starting building up in me as he took her. He quickly began to pusher harder and faster as he held her down. I was witnessing everything that I desired and it was bringing me closer to the edge of my own climax. My ex had always been a very loving sexual partner, but he was not really on the aggressive side. I think that both of us were not very confident in that area, but as time when on, I began to understand that sometimes a woman just wants her man to take her and ravage her. I had always wanted to trust a guy so much sexually that he could take me however he wanted and that my pleasure would come from the carnal animal experience of being dominated by a powerful man. This was what I was seeing. I watched the muscles in his legs tense with each powerful thrust and I could see how much his girl was being overwhelmed with pleasure. He was taking her completely and the intense power of his pleasure was driving her wild. She gripped the couch cushion with both hands as his cock pounded into her and I could hear her screams of ecstasy as he pounded away. My own shirt was pulled up now so that I could play with my nipples and my other fingers slid in and out of wet lips as I matched what I was seeing. I wanted to be bent over that couch so badly! I wanted to feel Mike fucking my pussy until I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to be ravished completely by a powerful man who found that incredible pleasure in being with me. The waves had built up to an impossible level inside of me and I exploded with a climax that I had never felt before. It overwhelmed my whole body and I had to keep from screaming out with uncontrolled passion. Mike pulled out of and he spun his girlfriend fast enough to explode in his own orgasm. Ropes of cum spurt out all over his girlfriend's amazing breasts and she rubbed it over her nipples as she looked up at him with a smile. The aftershocks of my own orgasm began to fade as I realized the power of witnessing something that I had always wanted. It was the sexual experience that had been missing in my life. I was overwhelmed with all the thoughts and emotions that were flowing through me. I was shocked by how much I enjoyed being a voyeur and I was jealous of the girl who had just been ravaged by my hot neighbor. I was a bit guilty that I had let myself enjoy everything so much, but I quickly put that aside. I hadn't done anything sexual since the divorce, so this amazing awakening was much appreciated. That night in the living room was just a hint of a sexual awakening that I had been longing for and I was surprised by how far my secret crush on my neighbor would end up taking me. Watching my hot neighbor Mike having incredible sex with his girlfriend brought out a very lustful side in me. I had hoped that I would be able to see more of the same, but even though I checked the window quite often, I was not rewarded with another show. It had actually been a few months since I had seen her car in front of the house, so I didn't have many opportunities for another show. Instead, I had developed a new hobby, and it more than made up for my missing voyeur opportunities. Simply put, I was pretty horny and to solve that problem, I was masturbating almost every day. Fantasies of Mike taking me filled my mind and it became kind of a fixation as I pleasured myself. It was obvious that I enjoyed being naughty when it came to Mike and I caught myself planning to run into him "by accident" as he worked in the yard or got something out of his car. After the divorce, I was still a bit hesitant to be doing anything with anyone, so enjoying my crush was enough excitement for me. Even with that, I did manage the courage to ask Mike if her would help to fix the door on my dishwasher. I know, it was such a corny stereotype, but that didn't keep my panties from getting completely soaked while he worked away in my kitchen. In my mind, he had me bent over the kitchen island with my panties pulled down to my knees. If I only had the courage... But that slowly changed one day when I got a knock on the door. I opened the door, expecting a package, but was surprised by Mike instead. "Hey there neighbor!" he greeted me as I opened the door. "Oh, I was expecting someone else," was my startled reply. I had been caught by surprise and although I wasn't expecting to see him there, I felt an instant flush in my skin when I realized it was him. Mike feigned a look of rejection on his face replying, "Ah, so I'm not the guy you wanted to have knocking on your door?" "What? No! I mean, you can come over anytime you want! I mean, you can come here... You're always welcome." I was making a fool of myself. He was obviously playing with me and I was blowing it. Mike grinned and said, "Well, you probably have a bunch of guys who want to be here, so I guess I get to be the lucky one who's actually talking to you." He was definitely smooth, and I appreciated his ability to charm. "Actually, I am glad that you are home, because I wanted to ask a favor of you. I'm going to be out of town for a few days and I wanted to see if you could feed the cat while I'm gone. "Oh, great," I thought to myself. I get stuck feeding the cat while Mike's off with the girlfriend. My jealousy was instant. I faked a smile and replied, "Oh, are you heading somewhere with your girlfriend? Of course I'd be happy to take care of the kitty while you're gone." He wrinkled his nose slightly and laughed. "Well, Sarah and I are actually not together, so that's kind of why I was checking to see if you could help me out. It hit me with a jolt. Not together anymore! She's out of the picture??? The impulse to jump him right on the spot was almost impossible to resist. Instead a quick grin washed over my face before I could hide it. Did he notice? I could feel my skin beginning to blush. "Oh no. That's terrible news. Of course I can help you out," I lied as the blush continued to warm my face. "Great, I really appreciate it. Here's the key and I'll leave a note with the instructions on the kitchen table along with everything you need. It won't be much work, so I hope it's not a hassle or anything. I'll be gone on Friday and back on Monday, so I really do appreciate it!" He reached out and dropped the key in my hand and while I think he thanked me again, it was completely missed on my end as I was lost in his smile of appreciation. I didn't even try to not picture him naked as he turned to head back to his house. I looked at the key in my hand and smiled slightly, knowing that after doing him this favor, Mike was going to owe ME! How could he re-pay me? My naughty imagination would probably cover that when I had some alone time later that day. Yes, thoughts of Mike were becoming a habit for sure! Of course, I had no idea that the key in my hand would lead to much more than I ever expected!

Hi, ice baby here. Yes that's me; or so everyone thinks but inside this cold exterior is a hot blooded woman, waiting for someone to defrost her, could you be the one? I think you might well be but you need to see into my mind, share my thoughts to see if you really are the one. So welcome my love, let me begin. My aim is to bring you complete fulfillment Do you know that the eyes are the windows to the soul? Look deep into mine; is your soul reflecting back at you? I hope it is very much. Our two souls need to be one for us to complete our journey to the summit of total love and satisfaction. I see you are looking at my mouth. Are you enjoying the way I run my tongue over my lips, parting them, inviting you in? Give me your hand. Does it feel good as I trace your finger my lips, licking it and sucking it deep into my mouth, in and out? Feel the warmth, the wetness? No, you are not allowed to touch me, soon, but not yet. The journey is long but the rewards are great if you are the one! Do you like the way I am stroking the outline of your mouth, with my tongue forcing it through your lips, sliding it in and out, our tongues entwined? I need to taste you, feel you, and smell the passion in your body. Touch alone can not tell me if you are the one. I have to have control of your mind, body and soul. Hear my breathing as I blow softly into your ear, nibbling at the lobe. Oh you taste so good! You feel hot? Maybe I should remove your shirt for you, my fingers lightly touching your chest as they unbutton it. That's better, you really do have a nice body but maybe it needs a thorough wash – with my tongue. Pretend that I am a cat and you are my kitten and I will lick you clean. Your nipples like being washed, don't they? Does my tongue feel nice as it flicks lightly over them, moving down, licking kissing, sucking? I'm licking your stomach, pushing the tip of my tongue under your waistband, fingers running over the growing hardness hidden beneath, my teeth pulling down the zipper. You lift your hips so I can remove your trousers; I need to see what you hide in them. Oh! You like the feel of a gentle touch on your balls, a tongue running up and down, round and around your throbbing cock, my mouth moving down your leg, kissing, licking back up the inside. I hear your moans as my tongue passes over your balls on its journey to the other side, back down your other leg; and then moving slowly up again, licking your balls drawing them into the warmth of my mouth. You want release? NO, not yet! Moving away from you, I unbutton my blouse and you watch as it falls to the floor. Do you like my breasts; see my nipples straining against the sheerness of my black lacy bra? Do you want to suck them like a hungry baby? Soon, my love, soon! My skirt slowly slides down my legs. Now I am sitting in a chair. Are you watching? See my nipples growing under the touch of my fingers. Parting my legs, I give you a small glance of the pleasures between. My hands move over my stomach, down between my legs; my fingers stroke the creamy whiteness between my stocking tops and my womanhood, up and down, massaging the hidden place. Can you see the wetness forming on my panties? Do you want to bury your face in there and drink the juice of my love? Your cock is throbbing, your whole mind and body screaming for release, is it? My hand is wrapped around your cock, moving up and down. I can feel it pulsating as your orgasm builds, smell the lust oozing from your body. You need release; your body's ready but have I reached your soul, have I took control of your mind? NOT YET MY LOVE, NOT YET! I am no longer touching you but now you may kiss me. That's right, push your tongue in and let me suck on it. Take my bra off, that's it. Now play with my breasts; use your hands, use your mouth, move your mouth down my body licking and sucking as you go, massage my cunt. No, don't put your hand inside my panties, do it over them. Rub my clit with your thumb. Oh baby, that feels real good. Can you feel the heat, feel the wetness leaking through to your fingers, do you want to smell it, taste it and bury your mouth into it? I take my panties off. Now you can see your reward! I leave the stockings on and you run your hands up them. Do you like the silky smoothness? Put your finger in me, that's it, move it in and out. Is it hot in there? I want more in me! That's it, finger fuck me good baby. Push them in harder babe. Good, now the juices are flowing, take them out. I want to feel your mouth on me, feel my clit growing under your tongue. Lick it; put your tongue inside me. That's it, love me with your tongue; suck my clit. My legs are wrapped around your neck, forcing your mouth into my cunt. Lick it, suck it, fuck it babe, you cannot escape till you finish the job. My cunt is throbbing, oh God, I am Cumming! Did you enjoy your drink from the fountain of love? Do you want your release? Your balls are so full, do they need emptying now? Are you ready for the final stage of our journey? Lay on the bed, my love, so my mouth can do its work. My tongue is flicking over the head, licking down your shaft. Do you like that? Sucking your balls into my mouth, licking them over and over, my tongue moving up the shaft sucking; licking around the ridge, licking away the first droplets of your cum. I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand and your balls contracting in the other one. My mouth closes over your cock, sucking it deep into my throat, my head moving up and down, up and down, sucking and licking. You are thrusting into my mouth - your breathing gets heavier and I can feel your cock pulsating. Do you want your release? Have I got your soul yet, my love, have I taken over your mind? Are you begging for release, do you want to love me, are you ready to plant your seed into my body to allow your life giving juices to mix with mine? Can your body stand anymore - can your mind? Have I got you yet, my love? Do my kisses excite you, is my love warming you, is my mouth teasing you, do you want me, do you need me? YES, I think now we are ready to carry on with this journey. I'm lowering my body on to you. Your cock is probing the entrance to happiness. Feel the heat as it finds its way home. Take it baby, it belongs to you. I'm riding you now, up and down, round and round, forcing you in deep. I move backwards and forwards, on your cock, rubbing my clit against your body. Hold back, my love, it is not your time yet. Now you are on top of me, my legs wrapped around your body, pulling you in. My body rises up to meet yours; feel me grinding against you, mouth on mouth, tongue on tongue, two bodies, one heart, one soul, riding the waves of passion. Can you feel my insides throbbing? The heat and the wetness of volcanic juices flows as you slide in and out. Hear the breathing, the moans of pleasure as you drive your cock home. Harder baby, faster, fuck me, hurt me, with all you got. I want you, need you. I am cumming over and over. It feels so good. Cum with me, my love, cum with me. I can feel your cock pulsating, your breathing deepening, your thrusts getting harder, faster, pushing deeper into me. Feel me babe, love me. OH GOD! I feel the eruptions as two volcanoes explode together, the hot creamy juices hitting each other. Feel the tremors rushing through our bodies, can you feel my love nest gripping and releasing your cock, milking every last drop of your seed? So, tell me have I stolen your heart? Gained control of your mind? Has the power of my love reached out to touch you, are you ready to join soul to soul, mind to mind, body to body, for all eternity? Do I lay down with you or do I walk away and never look back? Do I complete this journey with you or with another? Have you took my thoughts, used my emotions, shattered my dreams? Have I smothered the flames of your passions or did I light the fire in the man? SO, PLEASE TELL ME - ARE YOU THE ONE, ARE YOU THE KEEPER OF MY HEART? * * * * * My name is Ashlee and I didn't know what to expect when I answered the ad. It seemed like a good idea at the time. A bit of money. But the closer the day came the more nervous I got. All my friends started to ask if I was OK. I was just scared. Terrified more like it. But I said nothing. My secret. They worried about me. I worried about me. On the day of the interview, I sat down with the agent, my throat tight and my stomach churning. Churning on nothing, I couldn't even eat. He sat behind a wooden desk. Large and strong and something from another time. Before phones. Before computers. It filled the space between us. A barrier, making me feel small. I sat on the chair opposite and shivered. Terrified. Why was I here. I told myself it was just for the money. But why was I so nervous. Was it the need to be accepted. And why was I so aroused. The interview started off nice enough but then the agent asked to see me naked. I shook so much that, as I stood, I knocked the chair over. But he stayed calm, asked me to take my time. And I did. My shirt took forever to unbutton, my quivering fingers struggling with the delicate operation to slide each button through its hole. He watched. I let my shirt drop to the floor. Messy. Unprofessional even. I didn't know. I'd never stripped in front of a man before. I was only 18. I bent to pick it up. "Leave it," he said. I had a choice, jeans or bra. I turned my body away and reached up behind, unclasping my bra. I snapped my eyes shut at the sudden release of pressure on my breasts. The straps slid down my arms and I let it flutter to the floor by my crumpled shirt. My breasts are small. Bigger than a cup but nothing impressive. I was terrified. Would they be enough? I didn't want him to see. I remained with my back to him. He watched. I kicked off my shoes. My jeans were next. Still half turned away, I hitched my thumbs into the waistband and slid them down my thighs. I bent over at the waist to push them to my ankles. My ass pushed out. On display. Like a stripper. He watched. I stood. I turned side on and then, slowly, tugged my panties down. The fabric stuck to my wetness. The gusset stuck to my wetness and they turned inside as I. I slipped them down and off my legs, the white of my wetness stark against the black fabric. Oh God. What have I done? He watched. I stood. My arms shielding my breasts, legs slightly crossed to shield my wet slit. "Arms by your side," he said. I obeyed. He stood and came around the desk. Walked around me. Then, stopping in front of me, he reached out and pinched my nipple. I flinched. He lifted the corner of his mouth at my reaction, rolling my now erect nipple between his fingers. I stood stock still as he played with it. The touch was electric. And shocking. A violation. Giving it a final tug he released it and cupped my breast with his hand, warm against my smooth skin. "You have great tits," he said. My heart skipped a beat. I was so afraid of not being good enough, of being wrong in some way that his remark made me a little giddy. A smile flickered across my face. The agent's dark eyebrows flashed up and I lowered my head, looking down. But he was still there watching. His gaze like a physical thing that ran over my body making me shiver. His hand left my breast, the warmth replaced by the sudden coldness of the room. He slid the hand down, over my side and onto my ass. He cupped it, just above the crease. I sighed. "And a great body," he added. I smiled and blushed. Embarrassed, but elated at the same time. If he liked it. Perhaps it would be used. Where rejection terrified me, now acceptance did. Could I go back after this? He reached out and tugged at my chin, rasing my head so I looked into his dark eyes. "You know it's not a photoshoot, don't you?" I bit my lip and stared at him, silent. What did that mean not a photoshoot? I knew it wasn't a photoshoot. I'd tried modelling. Too short. No. This wasn't a photoshoot. I knew that. Why did he ask? He voiced deepened. "You do know this isn't a photoshoot." This? Oh God. Now? Here? What if I say no? Will he reject me? I bit my lip again and nodded. "Are you ready to do this?" I lowered my head, swallowed and nodded. Oh fuck. I wasn't ready. But I needed to do it. I didn't want to be rejected. He liked my tits. He liked my body. I couldn't quit now. "I need to hear it from you," he said. "Look at me and tell me you're prepared for this." I looked up into his narrowed eyes. My throat was dry and, when I spoke, it was a hoarse whisper. "I'm ready." "Are you?" He reached down. The sound of a zip was followed by the creak of a belt. My eyes widened in shock. "Does it have to be now?" It just came out. It was little more than a whisper. He paused. My heart hammered. Was this it? "Yes now," he said. "Either you're ready or you're not." That was a threat. Do it or get out. Fuck. Trapped. I swallowed. "If you say you're up to doing this, you need to prove it," he said. "It's my word. I can't send girls that aren't ready." A breath shuddered out of me as I struggled with the implications. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. When I opened them, he was still there. Waiting. "I'm ready," I gasped. I heard the buckle of the belt hit the floor. I flinched. My head spun. My stomach churned so much it's like it was trying to escape up through my throat. This was it. Could I do it? "Ready?" "Yes..." He reached out and placed his hand on the top of my head. With gentle pressure, he pushed me down. Inexorable. Guided by his touch, I lowered myself onto my knees and there, directly in front of me was his erect cock. A thick shaft with an angry purple head and a single clear drop of precum dripping down. I looked up. He nodded. I reached out and grabbed the warm shaft in my fingers. I started to stroke him slowly, as I leaned back. I looked up. He shook his head. Reaching out, he cupped my cheek then slipped his hand around the back of my head. He pulled me in. Towards the smooth head of his cock. I had a choice. I opened my mouth, letting him in. Inside my body. My mouth. The cock of a man I'd only just met. Whose name to me was 'agent'. He slid in me, hot, hard with the dribble of precum landing salty on my tongue. I wondered if I would get paid for this. How I could ask. I couldn't. Not with his cock in my mouth and his hand on my head. I wrapped my lips around him and rocked my head forward taking the full length in. He released my head and I looked up. He watched. Impassive. Evaluating. Deciding. Now wasn't the time to wonder. Now was the time to suck his cock. I slid my head back and a loud, wet slurp filled the room. So loud, so clear it startled me. I reached up and rested my palms on his thighs. "Put you hands down. People won't be able to see," he explained. I dropped them into my lap. Without anything to steady me, I rocked at the hips and craned my neck to get a sucking rhythm going, my now useless hands resting awkwardly in my lap. I moved them to my sides. That didn't help. I put them on my knees. "Cross your wrists behind your back if you don't know what to do with your hands." I didn't know what to do with them so I brought them behind my back and crossed one wrist over the other. Without my arms to guide me, my motions became clusmy. Awkward as I struggled to maintain a seal around his cock with my lips. Loud sucking and slurping filled the room. I imagined that everyone in the building could hear it. My eyes looked up into his. He watched. I continued to suck and he got harder and harder in my mouth. Hot, soft skin over a hard core, his tangy precum sharp upon my tongue. I closed my eyes as I rocked back and forth. A hand on my head stopped me. He pushed back gently and his shaft popped out of my mouth. I knelt, staring up, breathing heavily. Was it finished? Did I pass? It wasn't finished. In a single smooth motion, he reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair. Forcefully, he pulled me up and I scrambled to my feet. He guided me towards the desk. The front of my thighs slammed into it as he pushed me and I flopped down on the surface, bent at the waist. I waited, wondering how many hopeful teenage tits had slammed into the surface of that desk before mine. I waited and wondered about the fee. Would I get one? Now wasn't a good time to ask about the fee either. His fingers reached down between my legs and brushed my soaked cunt. I shivered. They pressed against my lips and slid easily inside. I closed my eyes as spasms of pleasure shot through me. Oh fuck, it's going to happen. I was fucking terrified but I wanted him to like me. I wanted him to know I could do it. I wanted him to tell me I was good. Good enough for him. I wiggled my ass trying to coax his fingers in deeper. But they withdrew. I felt so empty. I whimpered. But he returned pressing against my cunt lips. A pressure. A parting. Something inside. That stretched me. Wide. Wider than the dildo I had at home. Wider than the boy after prom night when my parents were away. A man's cock. Inside me. Inside my cunt. I moaned. He slid in deeper. It seemed to go on forever. Further and further inside. Warm flesh pressed against my back as his hips slammed into my ass. All the way in. Fuck Fuuccckkk So deep. Then, he thrust. Hard. Slamming me into the side of the desk. My thighs hurt. I'm full, stretched like I've never been stretched before. And trapped. His weight pressing down on me. I'm a fragile thing being used by this man. The agent. Taker of women. Judging them. He judges if we are worth it. If we are worth fucking. Judging me. He's judging if I am worth it. If I'm worth being fucked. On camera. I only write stories when something happens. I actually did try and write some that were my idea of erotic but somehow they always sounded fake to me. Well, something happened, although there was nothing erotic about it at all, really. At least not as I write this. For those who haven't read my stories, I will try my best to make this stand alone. I am a Doctor, some have commented that they think I am not but the truth is I did go to nursing school, then on to pre-med, and finally became a GP. My initial plan was to just become a registered nurse, the simple fact is that back then the money just was not available to go on to finish the schooling. But I also bought a home, and opportunity came along and I bought another. Real estate exploded, I sold one and took financing on the other, then found myself at age 32 with a document. Just seven short years later I lost my friend Lee, for some reason I still do not understand she named me as her heir. It was a lot of capital, more than I could even really use to be honest. So much that every year I just donate large amounts of it, perhaps some deep down feeling of guilt at not having earned it? Actually I also went to secretarial school early on, but I hated that, even though that part added to the whole and caused me to end up where I am now. A friend, a man who was also a client over time suggested that I apply for the job of directing a new clinic 50 miles away. I had directed a wellness clinic in Portland before with about a dozen people under me, but now I was working as just another physician on staff. A marriage best described as turbulent, combined with a major move meant I quit the one job. Then when that ended, I returned to Portland and ended up back where I started, just another wellness clinic worker. That is all take the blood pressure, read the blood work results, turn your head and cough, bend over please. We look around for growths that are suspicious, and other than that we mostly ask questions. I actually like the work, it is fun. With a very few patients I just might tend to be a little bit naughty, I know we are supposed to keep that bedside manner when faced with nudity. But things happen, some are more enjoyable than others. I have a tendency to be a bit of an exhibitionist, also. Usually nothing blatant but since my body is now in what I think is very nice shape, I often get a tingling thrill if someone sees a bit more than they should. The new position was a major move upwards, much more pay, huge responsibility, oversight of a large staff as the new clinic serves a very large area. I would never have dreamed that I could possibly be considered for a position like this, but I applied and almost fell out of my chair when they told me they were pleased to have me aboard. Just imagine? Me, 230 employees, options, a huge office with a secretary and staff, the kind of thing that never once even crossed my mind. I had also learned to handle driving the Corvette that I had inherited from my friend Lee when she passed away. At first it had frightened me since it had too much power but I learned to be gentle with it and it's actually fun to drive that way. It felt good to drift down the freeway, the engine seems to loaf along at 65 MPH, and I find I get looked at a lot. I left work early on a Friday afternoon, the plan was to beat the traffic mess coming into Portland in the afternoons. It was hot, so I slipped on some shorts and grabbed one of the loose smocks we have at the clinic. I was driving along in the center lane at about 60 when a large group of motorcycles passed me on the left. They were very noisy, with handlebars sticking way up in the air. I paid little attention to that, though, as they proceeded on up the highway. We had just crested a small rise when I saw a cloud of smoke and everyone was slamming on the brakes. I saw one of the bikes go sailing, then another and then it was a balled up mess. I jammed hard on the brakes, glancing up in the mirror to see the car behind me was struggling to stop. I thought it was going to hit me in the rear so I let off the brakes, then a car in the lane next to me swerved my way. There was a gap to the right, I turned that way and floored the throttle, jerking the gearshift lever down from 5th gear that I normally run in. I missed and hit second gear I think. The engine suddenly howled and I was slammed back into the seat as the rear tires broke loose but then grabbed. The Corvette shot through the gap and then was headed off the highway. I slammed on the brakes again, turned slightly to miss another car and managed to get stopped off the roadway. I sat there shaking for a second. Getting out, there were people on the pavement everywhere. It was a tangled up mess of people and machines, smoke was pouring out of some of them. I could hear the scream of tires on down the highway as others tried to stop to keep from ramming the cars in front of them. The vehicles closer were stopped, some were getting out of their machines. I looked around, spotted one man that was obviously very badly hurt, he was bleeding heavily. Way too much blood, I knew. I opened my trunk, I keep a first aid kit there, grabbed that and hurried to his side. There were moans all around, it sounded like a battlefield might. I went to the man that was bleeding, spotting several broken bones right off. I began to quickly try to seal up the wounds, noting his breathing was ragged and spotting the bloody froth on his lips. I carefully turned his head and used my fingers to clear his mouth, that seemed to help his breathing. I didn't want to really since there could have been spinal problems but he was sure to die if he could not breath. Someone came up and handed me a blanket, I placed it over him. It wasn't cold out at all, but his face had already gone white with shock. I was hoping that rescue was quick. As soon as I had him as best as I could I went to another, he was also badly hurt. A very large man came up to me, yelled at me. He was huge with a mass of hair and whiskers. "What are you doing, rescue is on the way!" He yelled. I realized he was one of the members of the motorcycle group. "I am a Doctor." I told him, he looked at me in suspicion but walked away. I looked down at my meager first aid kit and knew I needed far more than I had with me. I quickly stabilized the second man as best as I could, he wasn't as badly hurt as far as torn up but he complained he could not feel his legs. I could already hear sirens in the background, still far away. I knew with all of the traffic now stopped in both directions that getting here would be a problem. "You will be fine." I told him, as his eyes closed. I wasn't sure of that. I went from person to person, wetting compresses to have them hold to their worst wounds. Glancing around, I saw several people but they were all just standing there looking at everything. I called over to one young man to come and help me, he hesitated but came over as I reached another large man that had some bad rips in his legs, he had been wearing what looked like just blue jeans. The pavement had shredded the cloth. "Hold this closed!" I ordered. The young man reached down and held the gash on the man's leg shut, I pulled out a small bag of swaths and taped it down firmly as he slid his hand back. I noticed the young man looked down at his bloody hand in disgust. I had blood all over my front by then myself, the first man was really hurt badly. There was nothing else to do, I did not have any latex gloves with me. I made a mental note to add them to my stores I carry with me. I went from one person to another, doing what little I could with what I had. Just then an emergency vehicle arrived, several people got out, looked around almost in shock. Then they ran to the rear and began pulling out equipment. "That one!" I called out, pointing, one of them looked at me and nodded, then went to the first man I had assisted. They had him covered quickly, moved to the second man as I went to another one with an obvious broken arm. I dared not try to set it from the looks of things, instead I wrapped it and put it in a sling. His face grimaced but he held still. Looking up at the man's bearded face, I saw him look right back at me, his face a mask of blood. He grinned. He actually grinned at me. "Hey, you are cute!" He said. I almost laughed, then I realized that with the smock I was wearing he could see right down my top. It was a hot day, I didn't have on a bra. How he could show interest in something like that at a time like this I didn't know. I didn't have time to be worried about it, I poured some water from my water bottle, concerned about it being sterile as I did so. Then I decided I didn't have time to worry. I washed his face, found the source of blood was from his nostrils and some cuts on his face. That was already easing. "You will be fine." I told him. "Just relax here until they can transport you." "I have hurt myself worse shaving." He joked. I gave him a smile and patted his arm, hoping it would keep him relaxed although he really didn't seem to be very upset. "If I am dead and you are here, I won't mind one bit!" He grinned again. I managed to not laugh. "Tough man!", I decided. I was working on another man when a second emergency vehicle arrived, then a police officer showed up. He got out and ordered me to get out of the way. He sounded oddly angry. "I am a Doctor!" I protested. He told me to let the EMT's handle things and his attitude was serious, so I did as he told me to. I looked around, every instinct in my body told me to pitch right back in and help but more and more people were arriving. I went back to my car, got another bottle of water out of the small cooler I keep in my truck. "Can I talk to you?" Someone asked. I looked around, a man stood there with a microphone, a cameraman was behind him with a huge camera. I had no clue where they came from, then I realized it was perhaps from a helicopter I noticed sitting way over to the side of the freeway, it's engine running. I hadn't even heard it. "Yes. Sure, I don't mind, I guess." I was suddenly conscious of my smock again, now bloody. "Were you in the accident?" The man asked. "No, I was behind a ways, I missed it." "Oh. How did you get the blood on you?" "I was helping some of the people that got hurt." "Are you a nurse?" "No, I am a Doctor." He looked at me in surprise, I suppose the shorts and light blue smock didn't make me look very much like a doctor. He asked a series of rapid fire questions, I answered with as much as I knew. I wanted to change into my clean smock I keep in the trunk but there was no place to do it. Finally they thanked me and went to talk to some of the others, I got out my other smock, then got into the front seat. Glancing around, I saw that no one was paying any attention to me so I tugged the old one off and quickly pulled the other one on, barely making it before another police officer came up to the window. "Move this rig, lady!" He ordered. I started the engine and pulled out on the freeway, slipping into the far right hand lane at 55 miles per hour. Traffic was very light all the way home. I got home 45 minutes later. I went in and took a shower, then sat down to rest. The news came on at 5 PM, the big wreck was the lead story. Then the screen flashed to the accident, and suddenly there I was, my head tipped back taking a drink of water as my name flashed onto the screen. I sat there and watched myself answer several questions, that was a strange feeling. The next morning, I again watched the news, everyone seemed to have survived although they mentioned two that were critical. I knew which two. I also knew one might well have died right there, except for me. It's not a bad feeling, not a bad feeling at all. There really wasn't much more here to write about except that late Saturday afternoon my phone rang. "Are you Mrs. Deniro?" A male voice asked. "It's Miss, yes I am." "Oh. OK. Hey, this is Darin, I was one of the men you helped out on the freeway." I was surprised. "How did you get my number?" "I saw your name on TV, I just wanted to say thank you, and that I still think you are cute." My mind flashed back to the man with the bloody grin. "You are welcome, but it's just my job." "Well, still that was pretty good. Everyone will make it OK, it looks like." "That's good, I am glad. How are you doing?" "Just some cracked ribs and scratches, and I have to wear this silly cast. I have hurt myself worse shaving." That was what he said out on the freeway, I couldn't help but giggle. "Say, I was thinking? How's about I take you out to dinner, pay you back?" He asked. That caught me by surprise. "You don't..owe me anything." I said. "Well, how's about I take you out to dinner because you are cute then? Besides, I want you to sign my cast." His voice had a hint of laughter in it, it interested me. "I suppose you will show up with that great big motorcycle?" I joked. "No, I have a car. It's going to be awhile before I do any riding anyway." "I ride a bike too, but mine has pedals." I joked. "I have one of those myself, saves on gas." He laughed. A vision of this huge man bent over a set of handlebars pedaling a bike flashed into my mind, that was funny. I would have thought that none of them would be caught dead on a bicycle. I only thought about it for a few seconds. Carlton, the man I had been dating off and on and I were really not going anywhere, I knew. "OK. Dinner sounds nice. When?" "Great! Friday night, will that work?" "Sure." I gave him my address, he thanked me and we hung up. "Outlaw motorcycle gang." The news had said. They had just looked like people to me. I sat down today and wrote this, I am not even sure why. Next Friday I am going to go out with a very large man, my vision of him is a grinning but bloody face. 40ish, bearded and scruffy looking was what I saw, yet somewhere in there was a sense of humor. Somewhere in there is a man. What kind of man, I am not sure. That interested me. Maybe, just maybe, I am out of my mind? We shall see.

Reading Arianna Huffington's most recent book, "On Becoming Fearless," a book specifically oriented toward helping we women overcome our fears, led me to write a column about fears specific to men. It has also led me to recall the first volume the prolific Huffington ever penned, "The Female Woman." She was Arianna Stassinopoulos then, a Greek expatriate living in London who had become the first woman to serve as president of the Cambridge Union debating society. "The Female Woman's" title was a pointed rejoinder to Germaine Greer's famous "The Female Eunuch." In concise, logical, hard-hitting and often spicily phrased arguments, Huffington (I'll call her by her present name) effectively demolished both Greer's book and Kate Millett's best-selling "Sexual Politics" as well as other excesses of what was then known as "Women's Lib." "The Female Woman" completely supported efforts to expand work opportunities and roles for women and win equal treatment of females in the workplace. It strongly opposed what Huffington saw as attempts to pit men and women against each other as "bitter enemies," to "introduce the language of politics into intimate relationships," to deny the reality of biologically based psychic differences between the sexes, and to denigrate motherhood and homemaking. "The Female Woman" is full of astute observations as when Huffington notes that, "the basic difference between men's and women's sexuality is that men have greater drive and women have greater capacity." Men's greater drive explains why they are the ones generally seeking and often paying for partners. Women's greater capacity explains why we are able to masturbate for much longer periods and enjoy both more intense and more frequent orgasms. Huffington did a very good job in showing how those she called "women's libbers" (she never called them "feminists") were wrong-headed in glorifying paid work and downgrading work in the home. Germaine Greer wrote that housework cannot be satisfying since "it just has to be done over again." Huffington pointed out that virtually all work requires repetition. Factory jobs are perhaps the most repetitive jobs of all and are done by men as well as women. As for Greer's contention that raising children is not fulfilling since "children come up anyway," Huffington rightly retorted that a child brought up in a healthy, loving, attentive environment will grow up far differently than a neglected or persecuted child. One of the primary points of The Female Woman is that "man's fate is more extreme" than woman's. Yes, she acknowledged, in some areas there is favoritism for men but in others they are at a disadvantage. She wrote, "While there may be a limit to how far society will let a woman rise, there is also a limit to how far it will let her sink" and went on to point out that the denizens of skid row are overwhelmingly male. She also noted that, "A man who tries to force upon a woman her primary biological function of reproduction risks prosecution for rape while the law is very hard on draft dodgers." She correctly continued that the majority of men are not artists and high-powered professionals but work in jobs that they may find distasteful, boring, and that are even dangerous. Perhaps her most important observation was that the fact that women in most countries enjoy greater longevity than men indicates (unless it is biologically based) that in at least some major respects our lives are easier. Some of those reading this column may have read The Female Woman many moons ago. Others may be reading about this work for the first time. In either case, those who are conservatives may find her defection to liberalism puzzling. They may even feel a sense of betrayal and think she has gone back on the principles of "The Female Woman." I do not. One of the reasons Huffington's first book opposed "Women's Lib" was that she felt "altruism was quickly dispensed with" by it. She quoted Germaine Greer as saying that "perhaps the best public service a woman can do for her community is to be happy" and added sarcastically that "we are back to Adam Smith and his butcher." "The Female Woman" led Huffington into conservatism. But there she found the same anti-altruism that she had seen as a flaw in "Women's Lib." While she flirted with "compassionate conservatism," she later decided that the aid of the government was necessary if the worst off of our citizens are to be helped. The importance of altruism is a continuing and unifying thread in the work of this most interesting and provocative thinker. God, I hated the draft. I loved coaching baseball – showing young men how to play the game, watching as they grasped the concepts, and seeing the joy on their faces as the incomprehensible becomes known. Watching boys transition to young men, both in terms of baseball and life brought indescribable joy to this lowly coach. Each year, these young men became MY boys if only for the summer. But for the summer they were mine as surely as if I had sired each and every one of them. But before we bonded, before we learned together, before we played the game – there was the draft. In coaching youth baseball, you come into the season with a nucleus of returning ball players. However, having lost some from the previous season due to age restrictions and family moves, each team must replenish and refill their roster. This is accomplished through a long day of tryouts followed by a draft. Each year we had thirty to forty 13 year old boys who had 3 hours to get the attention of the coaches. Each young man got to demonstrate his skills: each got to shag fly balls in the outfield, field ground balls in the infield and demonstrate his ability to throw and catch by playing catch. Finally, each ballplayer got three swings, THREE, to show off his hitting ability! Oh, by the way, all these demonstration stations were happening at the same time! Needless to say, tryouts were frustrating for all involved. The players knew they didn't have the time to show what they could do. The coaches couldn't keep up with what was going on all around them and the parents felt their sons were getting shortchanged. After a break for lunch, the coaches reconvened for the draft. Drafting was as follows: the order of the draft was simple - the last place team from the previous year drafted first, the second to last picked next, and so on until last year's champion drafted, completing the first round. This was repeated in each subsequent round until a team announced that they had a full roster of 13 ballplayers. The draft would then continue without the team that was full. As each team's roster was filled out, the number of teams still drafting became less and less until we run out of ballplayers to draft or each team was filled out. If there were undrafted players left over after all the rosters were full, we would go back to the original draft order until all players were drafted. Simple, huh? This particular year we needed 5 players to fill out our roster, which happened to be one more than any other team needed. That meant that after every other team had fulfilled their roster requirements, we were still one short. Coincidentally, there was still one undrafted player. That's how we came to draft Tim Conrad. We had a good bunch of returning ball players. We had four 15 year old's and four 14 year old's. Additionally, we had a secret weapon in the draft. My assistant coach's brother-in-law had coached the 11/12 year old's last year and had provided us with profiles on all the kids moving up this year. Because of this we felt that we had had a very good draft. We coaches really believed that we had a team that could compete for the championship that year. On top of that we were very comfortable that we had a quality bunch of young men. We coaches firmly believed that the lessons learned from playing baseball would carry over to life. We were steadfast in our belief that helping to mold our boys into honorable young men was more important than winning, although we would always strive to win each and every game – just not at the expense of our honor and integrity. That leads into the first official act of our season. Each year, after the draft but before our first practice, we coaches hosted a "Meet and Greet" for the parents. This was an opportunity for we coaches to meet the parents of our boys. The parents got to meet the men that would be center of their boy's life for the next couple of months and we coaches were able to let the parents know what we expected from the boys, as well as what we expected from the parents. This second set of expectations sometimes surprised the parents because they never thought that we coaches would make demands on their time and behavior the way we did. The first and foremost thing we expect from the parents was their support of what and how we taught our ballplayers. One of the hardest things to overcome as a coach is a parent telling his or her son that the coach is wrong and that their son should disregard what his coach says. We have always said that if the parent has a question or concern, the issue should be discussed with the coaches first. The second major requirement we demanded of the parents was that they should always root for our team but NEVER root against our opposition. I always made the point that if a parent on an opposing team ever tried to harass or bully one of my boys, I would have the parent removed from the park. I wouldn't allow my kids to be harassed and I won't permit our parents to harass players on other teams. With very few exceptions, over the years I never had a problem with the parents. Similarly, we had a few requirements for our players. For one, we would not tolerate teasing, harassing or otherwise making life uncomfortable for their teammates. We are a team, and we coaches expect our players to rally together and offer encouragement rather than criticize. We expect our team to root for each other, support each other and stick up for one another. Another hard and fast rule that we had was that if one came to practice he played in the games. In our league it was not mandatory that every player on the roster play in each game. However, we coaches felt strongly that if the players made the effort to come to practice, that they should be rewarded by playing. This team rule sometime caused some grumbling from a few (a very few) parents that thought that we might have risked losing some of our games by playing someone they thought shouldn't have been played in a close or important game. However, I was firm in my belief that if someone made the commitment to come to all the practices and worked hard to be a part of the team, then that individual was going to play. All in all, our parent get-togethers were a good way to kick off the season; both parents and coaches began the season on the same page and lines of communication were established to move into the season. We were well into this season's Meet and Greet when a mother introduced herself to me as the mother of Tim Conrad. To be honest, I remembered that Tim had been the last boy selected by us simply because he was the last player available, but for the life of me I couldn't remember him or anything about him. We hadn't met as a team and Tim, to that point was just a name on our roster. Tim's mother, whose name was Sherry, wanted to talk to me about Tim but felt that this was not the time or place. As the next day was Saturday I suggested that we meet at IHOP for breakfast. Sherry indicated that this was OK and so the next morning at 9am I was sitting across from Ms. Sherry Conrad. Sherry proceeded to tell me about her son, Tim and what her hopes were for her son for the upcoming season. Tim lived at home with his mother and younger sister. It turns out that Tim was a very talented violinist – to the point of being considered a child prodigy. Even at the age of 13, Tim was being closely watched and even recruited by several music conservatories throughout the country. Sherry was a single mom having divorced Tim's father several years before. Tim's Dad played no part in Tim's life. Sherry was concerned that Tim had no male influence in his life. Furthermore, because of the time involved with violin practice he didn't have many friends. He was, what might be called today, a geek. A violin geek, but a geek nonetheless. It was Sherry's hope that by playing baseball, Tim might make some friends heading into high school and maybe develop some interests outside the world of music. Sherry was working two jobs to support herself and her children, so her time was very restricted. She expressed to me her worry over getting Tim to practice two evenings a week. Picking him up after practice was no problem as she was off work by then and getting to games was no issue as Sherry had committed to being at his games even if she had to take off work. I liked her commitment to her family and asked her where she lived. When she told me I realized her house was somewhat on my way, so I told her I could pick Tim up my way to practice. Sherry was thankful and told me that would work out great. She also told me that she would bring juice and fruit for the team for after practice. I told her I thought that was a great trade. We parted as friends. Practice started and it became apparent that our initial assessment was correct. We had the makings of very good team. Of our eight returning players, we had two pitchers and five returning starting-position players. We had openings at second and third base and could use another pitcher. After the first week of practice we felt that we had found our second and third basemen from among our 13yr olds. Further-more, we felt we had found our third pitcher as well as someone who could compete for an outfield position. We felt everyone on the team could play and contribute – with the exception of Tim. Tim had never played ball. It appeared that Tim had never thrown a ball or swung a bat, much less ever hit a baseball. Tim showed up for practice with the only baseball glove that the family owned, a relic from Sherry's Dad's playing days in the 1940's. The glove had big fat fingers and no webbing. You caught the ball in the palm of the glove or you didn't catch it – period. I gave Tim my glove to practice with until his mom could get him an acceptable baseball glove. Sherry was embarrassed for Tim and expressed to me that she didn't know what kind of glove to get. Would I help? So I bought Tim a glove for which Sherry reimbursed me. For the time being, we didn't worry about a position for Tim. We concentrated on the basics of learning to throw, catch and hit. Much of the time while the rest of the team was running drills, Tim was playing catch with one or the other of our pitchers. He took batting practice with the rest of the team, but the learning curve was steep. Tim was frustrated and embarrassed, but with some pride, I never heard any negative words from his teammates. I would work with Tim before practice, but the team demanded my time during practice. He was improving but it was a slow process. One of our coaches expressed his concern for Tim's safety in the field. After watching Tim miss yet another thrown ball, this one hitting him in the face, I had to agree. As the first game approached, I had a conversation with our centerfielder and second baseman about Tim. I told them that I was going to honor my commitment to Tim, as well as all the team, to play Tim because he had been at all our practices and had worked hard. I told Rocky, our centerfielder, to shade toward Tim in right field when Tim was in the game and for Jack, our second baseman to be sure to run way out into right field for any relay. I told them to be sure they were there to help Tim but not to do his job for him. Nothing would be more devastating to Tim, not even getting hit by a fly ball, than for one of his teammates to push him out of the way to make a play. I was happy to see that they understood what I was talking about. The season started out a little slow for us. We split our first four games mainly because we were still learning to play as a team. After a close win in our fifth game, I called the team together after the game for a short meeting. I asked them what was wrong; we had won but they were all acting like someone had run over their dog. Rocky stood up, and speaking for the team said, "Coach the team we beat was a really bad team and we just barely beat them. What's wrong with us? I know we're better than how we've played up 'till now." I crossed my arms and looked into the eyes of each of my boys. Each boy, without exception, looked back at me with eyes that expressed hope and confidence that I, the Great Coach Anders, had the answer to all their problems. Boy, they were in for a surprise! After several moments of studying my boys, I waved out at the field and asked, "Tell me something; are you having fun out there? Because baseball is a game and games should be fun. Make no mistake, until you start getting paid to play ball, it's just a game. Once you start getting paid it becomes a business and you should take it serious. Until then it's just a game; enjoy it!" Their looks of admiration and confidence in their coach changed dramatically to ones that universally expressed the opinion that their coach had lost his mind. "Of course," I added with a twinkle in my eyes "it's always more fun when you win." The team visibly relaxed and a few even chucked at my joke. "Listen, you are great ballplayers and are coming together as a team. Lighten up and do the things you all know how to do. Have fun and play the game! Ok, Practice on Tuesday, see you then." With that we broke up and each boy ran to meet his parents. I smiled because while each of my boys was struggling to become a man, watching each run into the arms of their respective mother, made me realize that they were all still boys. I don't know what happened; I believe it was my speech, but after that day something happened. We started winning and winning and winning. The whole team came together and you could feel the joy and intensity with which they played. They became so close that each player knew instinctively what the other was going to do before he did it. All except Tim. Tim played one inning in the field and came to the plate once each game. Through the first eight games Tim struck out six times and walked twice. He hadn't even hit a foul ball. In the field, Tim had five errors in the same eight games. However, I was starting to notice improvement. At bat, Tim was starting to swing the bat with some sense of purpose. He hadn't made contact yet but I was starting to believe that the moment was coming. In the field, Tim was doing something that I wish some of his teammates would do. While he still had trouble catching the ball, Tim made sure to get in front of the ball not letting it get past him. He may not catch the ball, but he did knock it down preventing runners from getting extra bases. Some of his teammates still played "'ole ball". You know, they would stand to the side, wave their glove at the ball as it went by and yell "'Ole!" It was in our ninth game that it happened. Tim was at the plate. Their pitcher, a right hander, wound up and threw a belt high fast-ball right down the middle of the plate. Tim took a big swing and made absolutely perfect contact. Unfortunately, his swing was a little late and his hot line drive came directly at me in the coach's box at first base. I made the catch barehanded more out of self-preservation than anything else, but I did manage to make it look routine. Simultaneously, as I made the catch, I heard a scream from the stands "MY GOD HE HIT IT! GREAT HIT TIMMY!" You can guess who was responsible for that outburst. Tim had taken a couple of steps down the first base line and was looking at me when he heard his Mom. I'm not sure I've ever seen a face turn as red as Tim's was at that moment. I came down the line and while putting my arm around his shoulders told him, "Don't let it bother you; that's what mothers do. Hell, my mother still does it to me. Start worrying when they stop embarrassing you. Now go back and straighten that hit out." On the very next pitch, Tim took another big swing. This time he was on time, but instead of making solid contact, he topped the ball. It was perfect. Their pitcher naturally fell off toward first base with his follow-through. The shortstop and third-baseman, knowing who was up and knowing Tim always swung late were playing well back and not really paying attention. What Tim hit was a slow roller toward shortstop that died just past the pitcher's mound. Tim was standing on first base before anyone even picked up the ball. Sherry screamed again, "MY GOD HE GOT A HIT! WAY TO GO TIMMY!" I walked up to Tim and remarked, "That had to be the sorriest excuse for a hit I have ever seen. Way to go Son." Tim looked at me with the most innocent face I have ever seen and replied, "That was just as I planned it Coach." The season went on. With three games left we were in first place by two games with a record of 11 and 2. That's right, since game four we hadn't lost. Game fourteen was against one of the poorer teams but going into the bottom of the eighth we were only ahead by a score of 3 to 1. Tim was in right field for the eighth. Our pitcher, Greg, was having a poor day. He had already walked 3 men through the first seven innings and proceeded to walk the leadoff hitter in the eighth. The next man up hit a long fly ball to the right field and Tim was not able to catch up to it. Rocky, backing up his teammate, managed to hold the hitter to a double but the runner on base scored. 3 to 2. The next hitter hit a long home run deep over the left field fence, setting off an alarm as the ball bounced off someone's car hood. Oops! We were now down 4 to 3 with only our ninth inning to go. We went quietly 1, 2, 3, and lost for the first time in eight games. More importantly, we were now in first place by only one game with two games to play. As we were leaving the field, Rocky Morrison's dad corralled me complaining bitterly about my decision to play Tim in such a close and important game. I listened to him vent for a few minutes, absently watching his son talking intently to a despondent Tim. As Mr. Morrison wound down, it was now my turn to talk. "Mr. Morrison, I need to tell you a few things. First of all, on this team we win as a team and we lose as a team. There is no one individual on the team, or on any other baseball team that can win or lose all by himself. Yes, Tim misplayed that flyball and it cost us run. But I ask you, 'Why were we in the position, against a poorer team, that one play would have made a difference?' That was just one play in a nine-inning game. "Secondly, there is no one who works harder day in and day out than Tim Conrad. That includes your son Rocky who may be the best natural talent I have ever seen. Tim has the respect of his teammates and deserves to play, and By God, he will play! "Look at your son. Do you know what he is doing? While we have been talking, Rocky has been talking to Tim, reassuring him of what I just told you. He's telling him that we win as a team and we lose as a team. Mr. Morrison, you would do well to pay attention to your son; he knows this game better than you ever will. If you ever do anything right during the rest of your life, make sure that you tell Rocky how much you love him and how proud of him you are. "See you at our next game." We won our next game which set up our final game against, coincidentally, the team with the second best record. If we win, we win the championship. If we lose, we have to play a one game playoff to determine the season champ. The game was close all the way. They took the lead early on a walk, a stolen base and a single to left field. The one to nothing lead held to the sixth inning when Les, our leftfielder singled and Rocky followed with the longest home run I have ever seen. It was still going up as it went over the left- center field wall. It even went over the cars parked beyond the fence! We were up two to one. The score held until their half of the ninth inning. With one out, they coaxed a walk and the runner immediately stole second base. One out and a man on second. At bat was a right-hand hitter who was known for diving at the ball and hitting it to right field. Tim was in right field. I looked out to right field and saw that Tim knew who was at bat and was playing only twenty to twenty-five steps from the right field line. Rocky was also positioned way into right centerfield. Without being told my team had positioned themselves exactly where I wanted them. Sure enough, on the second pitch the hitter dove in to a pitch and hit a line drive curving toward the right field foul line. Tim took off at a dead run to his left. At the same time the runner broke for third. The other team's third base coach, anticipating the ball falling was waving the runner home. I watched helplessly as Tim closed on the falling drive. At the last minute, Tim seemed to lurch forward. I hesitated to call it a dive, but the result was the same. Tim was laid out parallel to the ground, his glove stretched out as wide as he could get it. The ball hit in his glove inches above the ground and stuck! Tim had caught the ball. Tim came back to earth landing face first. As he quickly came to his knees facing the foul line, I could see his nose bleeding and his mouth full of sod. Spinning counter clockwise, Tim came around to throw a perfect strike to Jack who made a perfect hop/skip relay to second base completing the double play. Game Over! We Win! I never saw that though. I was transfixed by the play Tim had just made. As he completed his turn to throw the ball in, all I could see was blood and snot flying as he spun. That and the big mouthful of green grass hanging out his mouth. This was maybe the most spectacular play I had ever witnessed. As I continued to watch, I saw Rocky come charging in from center field. He immediately positioned his six foot 180 lb. frame in front of Tim, a move I realized was made to clean up Tim's face and to give Tim a few moments to compose himself. In case you've never been hit hard in the nose, let me tell you, there will be tears – either from the pain or from the damage to the sinuses. Rocky, God bless him, was giving Tim a moment so he could face his teammates and the rest of the crowd with pride and dignity. After a moment, Rocky and Tim were jumping up and down like they had just won a championship. Wait a minute – they had! Jack and Robert, our first baseman, reached them first, but the rest of the team was not far behind. I turned to look at the stands and saw Sherry and three other moms trying to climb the fence. They were definitely in "Mommy mode." I smiled, shook my head "no" and indicated the gate six feet away. They abandoned the imposing four foot chain link fence and rushed through the gate. They were only the first as the stands quickly emptied onto the field. Looking to the top row I saw Mr. Morrison standing, and hollering at the top of his lungs. He saw me and gave me a thumbs up. After checking to be sure Tim was OK, Sherry came up to me and gave me a big hug, whispering in my ear "Thank you." Her tears were bigger than Tim's. God, I love this game. A couple of weeks later, we had our awards banquet. This was an opportunity for all the players and their families to get together one last time before the season was officially over. Every player got introduced by his coach and given a framed certificate of appreciation. The top two teams got trophies. We didn't normally give out individual awards, but this year, my team led by Rocky insisted we present Tim an award for the "Most Improved". Unbeknownst to me, someone had saved the bloodstained baseball from the final play of the season. Each of Tim's teammates had signed the ball leaving space for the coaches to sign. Rocky came up to me and asked that I say a few words as I presented the ball to Tim. So, after recognizing all my young men and giving them their individual trophies, I began: "My boys, and make no mistake, they are MY boys, asked me to make this presentation to one of their own. While I don't normally like to give individual awards to players in a team sport, this one time I agree. Baseball is a team sport and I've said many times – you win as a team, and you lose as a team." As I uttered that phrase, my boys loudly joined in. I couldn't be more proud. Funny, I must have gotten something in my eye. I had to stop and rub it for a second. After a moment I continued, "Everyone has something at which they are especially good. In Rocky's case, I fully expect him to accomplish great things in the world of sports. Jack has a great analytical mind and Robert has a special gift when it comes to interacting with people. As they say, he could sell ice cream to Eskimos. "Tim Conrad is a wonderful violinist, maybe the best I've ever heard. Of course, that's probably not saying much, because until I heard Tim play I thought the best violinist I had ever heard was the guy who played "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". I've since been told that's not violin, that's fiddle playing." Once the laughter at my expense died down, I went on. "Tim has the ability to make his violin talk to you. It can weep, express indescribable joy or relieve all the tension in your body better than any massage. The first time I heard Tim play, I stood in the wings transfixed. I never knew music could be so riveting." Looking down at my boys, I saw surprise that I had heard Tim play. "Don't look so surprised, I snuck into orchestra practice, just as I keep in touch with all of you and your activities. You make me proud, each and every one of you. Anyway, Tim's talent is his ability with the violin." "This year, Tim came out to play baseball, a game to which he had never been exposed. It was a difficult time as he had to learn a new game from scratch, a game that all of you had been playing for years. In addition, he had to meet what was to be his new teammates. He was the outsider trying to prove that he belonged on this team and was deserving of the respect of his teammates. He accomplished that by working hard, never complaining or making excuses. "Tim, your teammates recognize your efforts and in an effort to show you how much they think of you, they have put together this award which they aptly named "The Award for Most Improved". This is the ball you caught to secure our championship. You can still see your blood on it. It has been signed by the whole team – coaches and teammates." As Tim came up and accepted his award, I said, "Tim, thank you for being our friend, teammate and of course, my son. We are all very proud of you." I looked out into the crowd and saw Sherry silently weeping. I was happy for her. **Epilogue** It's now twenty years later. All my boys from that team are now in their early to mid-thirties. Somehow, a bond was formed by the members of that team; a bond that is just as strong today as it was twenty years ago. Individually, they get together several times a year for birthdays, weddings, even a funeral or two. But for the last several years, since Rocky retired (yes, Rocky went on to play pro ball until a knee injury forced him to retire), we all met at his place for a Fourth of July celebration. It is always fun to see each of my boys and catch up on what's going on in their lives. All my boys have been successful. Included in the group are 2 lawyers, a judge, a doctor, a dentist and a teacher. Three military officers (a colonel, master sergeant and gunnery sergeant), a chief of police, a builder and an owner of a furniture store completed the mix. Oh yeah, we also have the most sought-after violinist in the country. This year, as the celebration for the Fourth of July approached, I received an invitation from Tim to come to Boston for the Fourth of July performance of the Boston Pops featuring none other than Tim Conrad. Tim had reserved a block of fifty and wanted his whole extended family to be there for him. Needless to say, the whole team was there. What a gathering. The years seemed to roll away as we caught up and reminisced in the lobby before the performance. I was introduced to new wives and cuddled new babies. I was with my boys and it felt great. Sherry Conrad came up to me, kissed me on the cheek and told me I would be sitting with her. Finally, we were ushered into the hall and shown our seats. We settled in for what we were sure would be a fantastic performance. We weren't disappointed. They put on a rousing show featuring all the patriotic songs one would expect from a July Fourth show. Just as we thought we were coming to the end of the show, Tim stepped up to the microphone to thank everyone for coming, especially his family, gesturing toward us with his bow. He said they had two more songs they wanted to perform and would segue from one into the other. With that Tim went back to his place in front of the orchestra, rosined up his bow and dove right into "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". When Tim recited the line, "My name is Timmy, and I know it may be a sin, but I'll take your bet you son of a bitch because I'm the best there's ever been", our whole group went wild. The emotion spread throughout the whole concert hall. Everyone was out of their seats, waving their arms and singing along. It was a real hoot to see the Boston Pops orchestra in their penguin suits hamming it up as the devil's band. True to his word, just as the last echoes of the song died down, Tim, alone, began playing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game". As the song came hauntingly off the strings of his violin, everyone in the hall began singing the words to the greatest song in sports. However, I've got to say the people in Boston don't know the right words to the song. Everyone knows the proper wording is "root, root, root for the Cubbies..." not "root, root, root for the home team" as they sang it. Oh well, maybe they'll learn when the Cubs win the World Series!

I met Carl online. He was an accountant and seemed to be nice enough. I was attempting to find someone I could settle down with at this point in my life. Carl was a safe bet. We decided to meet up at the mall. When I first saw him, he was undoubtedly an accountant... his pants were too short, he wore glasses, and had on a button- up. Nonetheless, he was an attractive black man. We had a great time talking and when he walked me to my car, he grazed my lower back with his hand. He gave me a quick kiss and we text later that night that we'd see each other again soon. I had hopes for Carl in the relationship department, but knew there was no way he would be exciting in bed. I had accepted that if things moved forward with him, I'd have a stale sex life. After meeting up a handful of times, I quickly found out that I was wrong. Carl liked it rough. He fantasized about sharing me with another man. He wanted to discuss my fantasies, wanted to make those fantasies come true, and brought up coming over the next evening. Carl text me with instructions the next night. "Be in lingerie, blindfolded. Beads in." I had recently purchased a vibrator and massaging beads. I was anxious. I paced around the apartment, wondering how quickly he'd be there. I text back and told him the door was open and that I'd be waiting for him in my bed. I changed into a thong and black nightie. I inserted the massaging beads, feeling how wet I already was. I was so excited to live out a fantasy... giving someone else control. Grabbing a few scarves, I tied the black scarf around my head. The other scarves were placed next to my vibrator. I laid on the bed, breathed slowly, and waited. It felt like an hour, but probably only lasted a few minutes. I heard the front door open. I patiently waited, listening for him to come into my bedroom. I heard him inhale when he entered the room, making me smile. I felt my pulse race, excited for him to come over to me. I hated not being able to see him, not knowing where he was standing, not knowing what he was doing. The mystery of it all only made me wetter. Then he was next to me, bending over and kissing me. I felt a scarf wrap around my wrist tightly, then the other. When he was finished binding my wrists, I felt him pull my top down. He immediately began sucking my nipples into his mouth, biting on the first one, then the other. I tried moving my hands to hold on to him, feel him. I grabbed onto his cock through his jeans. He pushed my hands away and I could hear him removing his clothes. Then I felt his hands on my hips, pulling down my black, drenched thong. He moaned as he touched my lips, feeling how wet I was. I felt him pull at the string attached to the beads. His finger briefly rubbed against my clit, making me lift off of the bed. I wanted him to be touching me. I wanted him to please me, make me cum. Slowly he pulled the beads out of me. He whispered, "You're so wet!" Then I was being pulled off of the bed by my wrists. I was being shoved to the floor and felt his cock at my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head at my lips. I sucked the tip in, hearing him moan. I moved my hands down, rubbing my fingers over my clit. I moaned as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, slapping it against my cheek. His hand was in my hair, pulling me up by my hair and shoving me face down onto the bed He slapped my ass again and again until I cried out. He told me to get on all fours. With my hands tied, I slowly made my way so that my ass was in the air, presented to him. I felt more slaps across my ass, knowing it had to be red by now. I heard the vibrator turn on, my pussy clenching as I waited to feel it press against me. I felt the length rub up and down my slit, then settle on my clit. Feeling the pulsing I moaned, pushing up to him. I wanted to feel his cock in me. I wanted to feel him push his cock in and out, stretching me. He kept teasing me with the vibrator, moving it up and down my slit, up near my ass, then back down. I felt myself open as he shoved the vibrator in me, slapping my ass as he did it. He began slapping me, alternating between my cheeks, occasionally making contact with my clit. I began calling out, begging him to fuck me. The vibrator turned off and I felt it get pulled out of me. Carl grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head back near his mouth. "You want me to fuck you? Fuck your wet cunt?" I was so turned on, I whimpered, "Yes!" He wrapped his hand around my throat from behind as he shoved his cock in me. I threw my head back, screaming out as he began to fuck me. He let go of my throat, holding onto my hips and began pushing his cock rapidly into me. Holding my hips, only to let go and occasionally slap my ass. I could hear him as he moved in and out of me, his thighs hitting against my ass; feel my juices rolling down my legs. I felt it coming and then it hit, I came all over him, moaning as I collapsed into the bed. Carl mounted me from behind at this point, me laying flat on the bed. He wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling my head up and he began punishing my pussy. Punishing me for cumming before him. I felt a final slap across my ass and then felt him pull off. A few seconds later I felt his cum coat my back as he moaned out loud, letting my head drop to the bed. *** Author's note: This is the first piece I've posted here! It's not kinky, it's not sexy, it's maybe even a little sad... But it's real. I don't know if it'll be enjoyable for others to read or not, but I feel like it's a good first step to get my writing juices flowing. Sexy, kinky stories are on the way ;) ***** July 23, 2018 My Master is a swinger. The way we met was through a threesome with his ex- girlfriend (I was a "unicorn", a single girl who wants to try a threesome with a couple), and so it is completely reasonable that He expects our relationship to have, at the very least, some elements of the swinger lifestyle in it. But I'm not a swinger. I'm just not. The threesome with Master and his girlfriend were curiosity and recent heartache-induced recklessness that I no longer feel encumbered by. At Master's request I've tried swinging with Him multiple times, with multiple different couples (and singles) and every single time I've not only not enjoyed myself, I've actually felt awful and depressed after the occasions. The only times I've enjoyed were with Master and His ex, and I firmly believe those occurrences were only enjoyable because, even back then, Master and I have always had such a strong, undeniable bond. I was going through a phase of bi-curiosity back then, and I didn't even enjoy (or, ultimately, feel attraction to) His girlfriend in the slightest. It's always just been Him for me. I've never felt physical or even mental attraction to anyone we've played with. They've all just been random people who respond to listings Master makes online, searching for people to play with. There, maybe, lies one of my issues with swinging: It's not that I don't want to fuck other people, I'm just not really attracted to anyone because I'm so absolutely enamored with my Master, and also I feel like I'm usually out of the leagues of anyone we find to play with. I'm not trying any swinger stuff again unless I find people that I'm so incredibly attracted to that I can't stand it, and I doubt that will happen. But I'm a very attractive young woman! I deserve better than being expected to serve people who I don't know and I'm not attracted to. I crave monogamy. I crave being protected. I want to be taken and loved and satisfied completely by one man only, and I just want to be enough for him. I want that man to be very possessive of me, not whoring me out like a piece of garbage. I want that man to be Master. I want Him to cherish me so completely that He won't let just anybody touch me. Anybody that He lets touch me should be rare, infrequent and special, someone who drives me mad and will ravish and adore me the way I deserve, because I am a rare treasure, and not everybody should have me. But Master wants me to serve the world, He wants me to be the ultimate service fucktoy, He wants me treated like shit and for me to thank everyone for it. I can appreciate that in its own way (I mean, it IS a hot fantasy, but for me it's JUST a fantasy, and Master wants to make it a reality... More on that in a minute) but if I ever try swinging again it's going to have to be more of what I want from it. Otherwise I'm setting myself up for failure, yet again. I've always had a fantasy of being in the center of a gangbang. I love the idea of lots of men taking me and using me for their own pleasure. That is still there, despite my uneasiness about swinging. I think I'm afraid of the pressure of serving and pleasing lots of people at once though. Master is very demanding of me and I worry that I'll get overwhelmed with lots of guys barking orders at me. Maybe that's another one of my issues with swinging: performance anxiety. The idea of sharing Him makes me feel a little nauseated. Because of the way we came together (He and His ex split after having a few threesomes with me because she was very jealous of the obvious connection that He and I had from the start, and then He and I decided to see what happens with us as a couple), I feel very insecure that He'll meet another, prettier, more submissive and kinky girl when we're swinging and leave me for her. He knows I feel this way, and He understands. It's completely reasonable. Had our relationship started any other way, I might not have this feeling and I might be a little more comfortable with giving Him girls. But that's just not how it is, and I believe that's another issue I have with swinging: it's not that I don't trust Him, but I'm very insecure and afraid of losing Him. Master, bless Him, has been so patient and understanding and really has been doing His best to comfort and encourage me through all of my fears and stress about this kind of thing. He really is such a gentleman and wonderful person. But swinging is important to Him and if I can't give Him what He needs... He isn't stupid. He won't stick around. It's terrifying to imagine being without Him but I have to be good to myself too, and I just don't think swinging is good for me. I have no self-control. Absolutely none. Thinking about his dark eyes, I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. I know the reason why. It's because his eyes command submission, much like his voice. When he told me to sit and called me a good girl at the restaurant, I obeyed like the good little bitch I am. The absolute dominance his aura gives off, just thinking about it is making my pussy throb. I don't even know the man's name and am already fantasizing about him. I shake the thought away, unashamed in this moment. I finally give in and slip one and then another finger inside me. I pump them in and out a few times, wetting my fingers, and then slide them up my slit and around my clit. No, this isn't going to be enough. I decide then that I'm going to need more than my fingers tonight. I need something inside of me. I quickly strip off my pajamas, they'll only get in the way and take up space. Reaching over to my nightstand, I grab my pink rabbit vibrator. The shaft is thicker at the top, with a few ridges along it. It tapers down a bit to the base and has a cute, little bunny above the grip. The bunny's ears are there to vibrate against the sides of my clit. White the nose vibrates the front. I know I'm in for a good time when I get it out, because if I ever need more, there are twelve speeds- I'll never be wanting for something extra. I slide my vibrator all around my slit, getting it nice an lubed up. Finally, I open my lips with my fingers on one hand and slowly push the vibe into me with the other. When it's about an inch in, I hold down the middle button to turn it on. Instantly, I'm soaked and can push the rest of it inside of me. Letting out a moan, I firmly push the rabbit to the back of my pussy, effectively pleasuring inside me and outside as the bunny ears and nose are flicking my clit with blurring intensity. Time to do what my imagination does best. It isn't surprising, the kind of scenario my mind immediately jumps to. I start rewriting our encounter at the restaurant in my head. Instead of letting me leave when I tell him I need to help my coworker close the restaurant, he stops me. "You think you can just leave?" "I, uh, I have to. I don't want my boss to get upset." "The only boss you should worry about getting upset, is me." "I don't even know you." "You're about to. I always get what I want, and, right now, I want your panties." "Wha-at?" "If your panties aren't wet, I'll let you leave. If they are, if your pussy is getting wet right now, I'm going to fuck you in this restaurant like a whore. I'll bend you over this table right now, in front of your coworkers and the few patrons here, and pound your pussy. You can't say no, because sluts deserved to be fucked like that, and only a slut would be getting wet while I'm talking about shoving my dick inside your cunt in front of everybody. Now. Take. Off. Your. Panties." I freeze for a moment, because my panties ARE wet. I know they shouldn't be right now, but his dirty talking is getting to me. He has to be bluffing. He wouldn't really fuck me in public, right? Then again, he is demanding my give him my panties. Letting out a huff, I decide I can't disobey him. I nervously look around, trying to see if anyone is looking. Satisfied that everyone is busy, I lift my ass off the booth seat and discreetly pull my panties down my legs and over my heels. For a brief moment, I hold them in my hand. They're soaked, and I'm not sure how he's going to react. Maybe he'll take me back to his place? Is that even a good idea? "I'm waiting." With my eyes glued to the table, I hand my panties over to him. "These are soaked. I bet your getting pussy juice on the seat now, you're so wet. Look at me!" With more effort than you can imagine, I look him in the eye. "What did I say I would do if your panties were wet?" "You said... You said that you would... You said that you would have sex with me," It takes me a while to get the words out. By the look he is giving me, though, this isn't the answer he's looking for. "No, I fucking didn't. Tell me. Tell me what I said." "You said... that you would... fuck me like a whore in front of everyone here." "Now, I told you that you were going to get to know me. Here's another tidbit, when I say something, I mean it." My eyes widen. There's no way he's saying what I think he's saying. He isn't really going to do this. "But, you can't mean-" I get cut off mid-sentence, because I see a strange look on his face that shuts me up. "Don't you ever tell me what I can and cannot do. I do what I want. Now, you know what you have to do." What's wrong with me? Why do I want to obey him? He's establishing his dominance over me, and my submissive ass is struggling to defy him. My mind doesn't even comprehend what I'm doing, until I'm out of my seat, standing next to the table. He gets up with me, and I think he is actually serious. "Bend over the table." I swallow hard and bend over the table, putting my hands together and laying my forearms in front of me. "Time to show everyone who you really are." He pushes my skirt up to my hips, putting my ass on display. "Spread you legs some." Again, I obey. Now people are looking over and whispering to each other, and my new stance is giving them all a good view of my wet pussy. I blush, insanely embarrassed that I'm behaving like this. I expect people to rush out, especially the older people, disgusted by the sight in front of them. However, everyone stays seated, watching. "Take your top off. Whores aren't modest." Again, I obey. I hear a zipper and know what is coming next. I feel something warm prodding my entrance and wiggle my ass a little, willing it to go inside of me. "No, you do not get this cock until you tell everyone what you are." My pussy is quivering and leaking down my thighs. There's no turning back now. "I'm a dirty whore, who wants you to fuck me." He smacks my ass, hard, surely leaving a handprint. "I said, tell everyone. And really? Is that the best you can do? You better tell them the truth and tell it good. Or else I'll walk out of here. You'll know that you got bent over like a slut in front of people and didn't even get fucked. Now, do a good job." "I'm a dirty whore! I begging you. Please just fuck me. I need your cock in my pussy. I'm soaked. Please! I need it so badly! I need it because I'm a nasty slut. Please! Please just fuck me!" I practically sob in front of everyone. I make sure all attendees can hear me beg. There's no doubt that everyone can hear me clearly. As a reward, I finally feel him shove his cock inside me. I let out a scream. Though I'm soaked, my pussy wasn't prepared for something so thick to be shoved inside me all at once. He repeatedly smacks my ass, just as hard as the first time. Instead of punishing me, though, it makes my pussy tingle even more. He quickly begins ramming into me, not working me up to it at all. Suddenly, he pulls out of me, making me whimper. "Please. Please don't stop." I push the button to increase the vibrations on my rabbit, the fantasy is driving me insane. "I'm not, whore. We are going to the table in the middle of the restaurant so everyone can have a front row show." He grabs my arm, pulls me to the middle of the restaurant, and pushes me over the table. My eyes begin watering with humiliation, but I'm as turned on as ever. Not a second goes by, and then he's ramming my pussy again. Some patrons move tables to get even closer. Jackson McJames, an old man that goes to my church, unashamedly pulls a chair up right in front of me, seemingly mesmerized by my titts going back and forth as I'm railed from behind. In minutes, four other men are standing or sitting right next to us. All other patrons and coworkers are staying where they are, but never looking away. "God, I can hear her pussy getting rammed it's so wet!" A man calls out. There a rumble of agreeance between customers, and tears are welling up in my eyes. I feel him quicken his pace even more, signaling that he's chasing his orgasm. Then he asks me something that makes my heart stop. "Are you on birth control?" "No. Oh my god. Please! Please pull out!" He grips my hair and pulls me back against him, oddly the pain turns me on even more. "I told you not to tell me what to do. I do what I want, and right now, I want to fill your cunt with cum." I can't even pull away from him. I know it's because, secretly, I love the idea of getting defiled in such a way. No part of me can claim I don't want this, and he knows it. I feel his cock throb inside of me, and I can almost cum from the feeling. It's when I feel a gush of hot liquid pulsing in my cunt that I am pushed over the edge. "Take it all! Take it all, bitch." And I do. I'm moaning and crying as I orgasm harder than I ever have in my entire life. I slump over the table, completely spent after such a mind blowing orgasm. He pulls out of me, and I hear a zipper. Whispering in my ear, he says, "I'll be back tomorrow." I hear the bell, signaling that he has left the restaurant, leaving me bent over a table, dripping cum. Finally, I'm cumming harder than ever. The orgasm wracks through me and the vibrations become to much. I quickly pull the rabbit out of me, too sensitive to take any more. Turning it off, I decide to clean it up by putting it in my mouth and sucking the juices off of it. Now clean, I set it in the nightstand, and sleep finally finds me. For Evanna First, her face. The most fine, pale skin you can imagine. Not quite translucent, but you can see the veins playing along the insides of her forearms, and trace them all the way back to her heart. Huge eyes; some might say too big, but so very reflective. I swear I can see my soul in those eyes sometimes. Blue, but dark. Not sky blue or gumboot blue. Not even grey or forgetmenot blue. Just inbetween. Your jaw is subtle. I know that sounds odd, but that is perhaps the only way I can describe it. It isn't jutting, nor weak. It makes the perfect frame for your mouth; not really very full lips, which is odd again. I normally like full lips on a woman, but yours aren't. Ironic dimples at the corner, and while they aren't full they are the most delectable shape. I wanted to kiss them the second I saw them. The most cute nose I have ever seen. Most people don't think a nose can be attractive, let alone sexy, but I think yours is. Almost nonexistent eyebrows, but that's just because your hair is so pale that you can't see them. I think you use peroxide, but I'm not game to ask. Long, flowing pale blonde hair. Almost the longest I have ever seen. I love long hair on a girl; just warms the cockles of my heart. It waves just slightly, and completes the shape of your face; a heart. I told you her jaw was subtle; I suppose her entire face is, really. And I kind of hope you never read this, because I'm making you sound unattractive, but your face is completely and utterly adorable, beautiful in the most unconventional way. I can close my eyes, drown everything else out, and I can hear your voice. Irish, high pitched. Not shrill, by any means; okay, maybe sometimes. Dreamy; I find myself getting lost in your words instead of actually listening, which usually leads to the shrill part. If I had to describe your body, I would use the word slight, I think. You're so small, you make me look a bit bigger. And you never impose yourself on anyone. Your beauty is such that women with a fuller figure will always be envious. Ethereal. You are like a spirit, blown down the wind, pale as moonlight. Sometimes, if you wear nothing, you look like something out of a black and white film. I can picture you, walking down a sidewalk in late summer. You've got your white trash shirt on, and a rockerslut skirt- you know the one I mean. You look so sexy; a naughty schoolgirl. You turn, and you beckon me into an alley. You push me hard against a wall; your lips collide with mine. I lose myself, as you force your tongue into my mouth. You moan into me, as you feel my hands against your thighs, pulling you closer. I can think of that night. You know the one; I seduced you for once, and you let me get away with thinking that I was in control. You let me pull your leggings off, and I kissed along the expanse of your beautiful flawless skin, softer along the inside of your thigh. I can still taste you, feel the sweet tang of your flavour against my tongue. That is the only time I'm actually in control of you, and I relish it. However, while I'm in control, I still can't control myself. I run my tongue around the edges of you, bringing you to the boil. You spread your legs for me, willingly, wonderfully. I cup you softly, feeling your mound in my hands; letting your moistness collect. I'm kissing you, and then I pull away, looking straight into your eyes, teasing you with my intent. I place your hands on my head, and move down your body slowly. I replace my hand with my mouth, and I close it on you. You arch your back. I am careful, making sure to explore first, feeling your shape, leaving your nub and your slit for now. I then begin to tease you, running my tongue around your clit, making sure not to touch. I move lower, to your slit. You taste so good, I have to force myself to slow down. I push myself into you slightly, not exerting myself. I have a very long tongue; you know that. I move within you deeper now, dipping inside, before moving upwards, stroking the hood of your nub at the apex. You begin to writhe; you didn't like receiving until you met me. I love the daylight. I can see your face contort, alternating between cries and biting your lips. I move faster; I know you're close. I probe deeper and faster, still flicking upwards. You buck your hips; you know what's coming. I take your clit between my lips, and flick my tongue over it- hard. You once told me this was too intense, but then you begged me to do it again, only at the end. You scream, and your thighs lock me in place. I savour you, drinking you in, filling myself with you- and, by the way, I love the fact that you have some hair down there. It just makes me want you more. You're far away now. But I can still picture you in my mind, still feel you next to me, remember the softness of your skin, the taste of your lips on mine. I wish you were here.

In case you have not read any of my previous stories, let me bring you up to date. I am a white male in my early 40’s living in the largest city in the southeast United States, Hotlanta. I work for the Postal Service as a letter carrier and the majority of my co-workers are African-American. This is great for me because I love African-American women. Through work I hooked up with Gloria who is a very nice looking African-American woman about 5’6 with nice pecan colored skin, a nice set of 40C breasts and the typical black woman’s ass; nice big and round. Her mouth looked like it was made for sucking cock. I got excited just thinking about that mouth being around my hard cock. After Gloria had told a few other female co-workers I hooked up with Janet. Janet could be considered an ‘Amazon.’ She is 6 feet tall and I guess she weighs a little over 200 lbs, but she wears it well. Her skin tone is pecan and I would say that her measurements are 40C-40-54. That is right she had a big ole ass and wore the tightest fitting pants she could. It seemed every time she bent over, her pants seams would split open. She also had some big thighs that if she got your head between them she could probably smother you with them if she closed them tightly. Janet had made Gloria her sex slave and the 3 of us met regularly to have some fun. It had been awhile since getting to know Gloria and Janet really well and I was looking to get into the pants of another co-worker. I set my sights on Yvette, a very good-looking African-American woman about 5’ 6 with dark colored skin. It was hard to tell what her body looked like because she always wore a very loose fitting uniform. The one time I had seen her in “civilian clothes” it seemed as though she had a nice set of breasts, probably about a 44D. Her waist was probably about 40 and like a typical African-American woman a nice size ass, I would guess about 46. It would be hard to get into Yvette’s pants I thought because she is deeply religious. I decided to go ahead with my plan. Fortunately for me, I was working next to Yvette today. “Good morning, Yvette,” I said. “You are looking good this morning. Have you lost some weight?” “Hey there Zeke, Why yes I have lost some weight. I didn’t think anyone would notice.” She said. “I always notice good-looking woman.” I said. “If you weren’t married I would definitely be asking you out. I tell you what if you ever aren’t happily married, give me a call.” “OK, Zeke I will remember that.” We started to work just having some normal day-to-day chit chat. I happen to notice Janet and Gloria go into the women’s restroom, each of them with a smile on their face. Yvette also noticed and waited a few minutes and went into the restroom. A couple of minutes went by and Yvette came out, but Janet and Gloria still had not. As Yvette walked past me, I heard her mutter under her breath, “I don’t believe it, that they would be doing that in there.” “Doing what?” I asked. “OH, I didn’t think anyone had heard me.” Yvette said as she walked over to me. “Janet and Gloria were in a stall together and Gloria was on her knees kissing Janet between the thighs. And Janet had her pant and panties dropped down, so I think Gloria was doing more than just kissing.” She whispered to me. “What!!! I don’t believe it. How do you know that?” I asked. “Well I heard funny noises coming from the stall and looked through the between the door and wall of the stall and saw that.” Yvette told me. “You were in there for awhile, I bet you liked what you saw.” I said. “Well it was interesting, I have always wondered what it would be like to have a woman kiss me down there. My husband does that, but not as often as I like.” Yvette said. “What if I could set it up for you to watch Janet and Gloria do it some more and maybe even one or both of them kiss you down there? I asked. Yvette blushed and said, “I will have to think about that.” With that she returned to her work area and I started formulating a plan. I went over to Janet and told her what Yvette had saw and said about getting ate out by her or Gloria. Janet licked her lips and was ready to go forward with the plan I had thought out. Janet walked over to Yvette and leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I know you saw Gloria and me, and you liked what you saw. I can’t wait to get between your thighs and eat that sweet pussy of yours.” Janet then gave her a quick kiss on the ear. My cock was getting hard just thinking about fucking Yvette and watching Janet and Gloria eat her out. Lucky for me Gloria was working the route near mine and I could get a blowjob for lunch. I went over to Gloria and told her about Yvette and she was ready for that. I also told her to meet for lunch so I could get a blowjob. Gloria licked her lips and said OK. I went out on the street to start delivering the mail. Along the way I was planning out how to get Yvette over to Janet’s house so I could fuck her and Janet and Gloria could eat her out. It was getting time for lunch, so I headed to my lunch point and Gloria was waiting there already. I hopped out my truck and headed over to Gloria’s. We both got in the back and I dropped my pants and underwear and my cock sprang out at attention. Gloria immediately sucked it down. I watch her head bob up and down on my cock just thinking how nice it would feel in Yvette’s mouth. I pulled Gloria’s head up and told her to drop her pants and panties and spread her legs. I took my rock hard cock and drove into Gloria’s pussy. I continued to fuck her until I came. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and Gloria sucked it down, cleaning it off with her mouth and tongue. I hopped out of her truck and got back into mine and finished delivering the mail. By this time I knew how to get into Yvette’s pants. I got back to the office and told Janet of my plan. She agreed with me and said to bring Yvette over on Friday night. I went over to Yvette and asked her to join me Friday night for some fun. “What sort of fun?” she asked. “The type you saw in the restroom this morning. You don’t have to participate, you can just watch.” I said. “OK, as long as I can just watch. I will tell my husband that something is going on with the woman’s church group. He won’t ask any questions.” “OK, I will meet you at the bowling alley and you can follow me over to Janet’s house.” I couldn’t wait for Friday to come. It seemed as though is would take forever. Finally Friday arrived and I asked Yvette if she was still on for tonight. She said sure. I let Janet and Gloria know everything was a go. That night about 8, I meet Yvette at the bowling alley. She was dressed very conservatively. Had on a loose fitting pair of black slacks and a loose fitting red blouse. “Are you ready?” I asked. “Yes” Yvette said somewhat hesitantly. “OK follow me.” I drove to Janet’s house and Yvette followed. I was worried that Yvette might lose her nerve and take off, but she stayed right behind me all the way. When we arrived at Janet’s house, we went to the front door and knocked. Gloria answered the door, wearing a pair of white short-shorts, a white see-thru blouse and a pair of white fuck-me stiletto heels. Gloria turned around and we could see her beautiful ass cheeks sway as she lead us into the house. Janet met us in the living room wearing a pair of red short-shorts, a red see thru blouse and a pair of red fuck-me stiletto heels. My cock was rock hard. Janet gave Yvette a quick kiss on the check and then forced her tongue down my throat and gave me a passionate kiss. “Yvette you look nice tonight.” Janet said. “Thank-you. You look different, but very sexy Janet and so do you Gloria.” Yvette said. “Sit down, relax.” Janet said as her and Gloria sat down on the floor. Yvette and I sat on the couch. We all began to have small talk, discussing work, co-workers and other nonsense topics. All the while, Janet and Gloria were touching each other and rubbing their hands all over each other backs and legs. Yvette never took her eyes off of them. I slid over close to Yvette. Yvette kept her eyes glued on Janet and Gloria as they started to kiss passionately and unbutton each other’s blouse. Yvette was squirming on the couch as she watched as Gloria bent down and started to kiss, lick and nibble on Janet’s tits. As Gloria continued to pay a lot of attention to Janet’s tits, Yvette took a deep breath and casually brushed her hand across her clothed breast. Gloria began to kiss down Janet’s chest toward her stomach and the top of her short-shorts. Janet laid back and removed Yvette’s shoes and began to caress her feet. Gloria unzipped Janet’s short-shorts and started to remove them. Janet lifted her hips to allow short-shorts to be removed. Yvette continued to stare at Janet and Gloria, as Gloria placed her head between Janet’s thighs and started to lick and suck on Janet’s clit. Janet continued to caress Yvette’s feet and slide her hand up Yvette’s pants leg, caressing Yvette’s calves. Yvette continued to watch Gloria lick, suck and kiss Janet’s clit and cunt, watching Gloria slid her tongue deep into Janet’s cunt. I watched Yvette unconsciously rub her clothed breasts and spread her legs and rub her hand between her clothed thighs. Janet began to moan as Gloria’s tongue was fucking her pussy. Yvette had not taken her eyes off of Janet and Gloria. Janet began to shake and scream out “I’m CUMMING!” Gloria raised up her cunt juice soaked face and turned toward Yvette. Yvette looked at Gloria and licked her lips. Janet rose up and pushed Gloria to the floor and ripped off her blouse and short-shorts and forced her legs apart. Janet reached under the couch and pulled out a strap-on. Janet put the strap-on around her waist and buckled it on. Janet places the head of the strap-on at the entrance to Gloria’s pussy and with one long, hard, deep thrust buries it deep into Gloria’s pussy. Gloria screams out in pleasure “OH YES!” Yvette is enthralled watching Janet fuck Gloria with the strap on, she has spread her legs a little wider and her hand is busy between her clothed thighs. Janet pulls the strap-on out of Gloria’s pussy and has Gloria get in the doggy position with her upper body resting on the couch right next to Yvette. Janet slams the strap-on deep into Gloria’s pussy and begins to fuck her from the rear. Yvette can’t take her eyes off of the strap-on slamming in and out of Gloria’s pussy. Gloria reaches up and starts to caress Yvette’s tits through her clothing. Yvette jumps back a bit startled, but moves back to allow Gloria to continue to caress her clothing covered tits. Gloria begins to unbutton Yvette’s blouse and Yvette offers no resistance. As Yvette’s blouse opens I noticed that her dark tits are encased in a white lace bra with a lot of cleavage. I help Yvette remove her blouse as Gloria continues to caress her tits through the bra. Yvette leans her head back enjoying the feeling of Gloria’s hands on her tits. I reach behind Yvette and unhook her bra, so it is able to fall free. Gloria moves Yvette bra out of the way and begins to pinch and tug on Yvette’s nipples. Janet continues to fuck Gloria with the strap-on. Janet leans forward and takes Yvette’s face in her hands and gives her a deep passionate kiss as Gloria continues to play with Yvette’s tits. Janet pulls the strap-on out of Gloria’s pussy and moves over to the other side of Yvette. Janet and Gloria both lean over together and take one of Yvette’s tits in their mouths. I am sitting there watching these three African-American women play together and my cock is rock hard. I take it out and start to stroke it. By now Janet and Gloria has gotten Yvette off the couch and lying on the floor. Gloria continues to lick, suck and nibble on Yvette’s tits. Janet is unzipping Yvette’s pants. Yvette puts up a little fight then lifts her thighs to allow Janet to remove her pants. I looked and saw that Yvette had on a pair a sheer white bikini panties and the crotch was damp. Janet buried her face between Yvette’s thighs and began to kiss and lick her through the panties. Yvette is lying there enjoying the attention she is getting from Janet and Gloria. Janet removes Yvette’s panties and spreads her legs. Janet buries her face between Yvette’s thighs and shoves her tongue deep into Yvette’s pussy. Yvette arches her back in surprise. Janet begins to fuck Yvette’s pussy with her tongue and Yvette is moaning in pleasure. Gloria is still licking, kissing and sucking on Yvette’s tits. As I sit there and watch the three women play with each other, my cock is rock hard. I undress and stand up and start to walk around watching the women and stroking my cock. Yvette looks so good lying there, enjoying Janet and Gloria using their mouths on her. Both Janet’s and Gloria’s assess are up in the air looking so good and ready to be fucked. I grab Gloria and have her lie down next to Yvette. Janet continues to fuck Yvette’s pussy with her tongue. Gloria spreads her legs and I place the head of my cock at the entrance to Gloria’s pussy. I begin to slowly slide my cock into Gloria’s pussy. Yvette is watching in amazement as my hard white cock is sliding into Gloria’s mocha colored pussy. Once my cock is fully buried in Gloria’s pussy I begin to slam it in and out of Gloria’s pussy. Yvette is watching me fuck Gloria and it seems as though her hips are moving in rhythm with us. Janet moves up between Yvette’s thighs and places the head of the strap-on at the entrance to Yvette’s pussy. Without notice Janet slams the strap-on deep into Yvette’s pussy and begins to fuck her. Yvette is moaning with pleasure and screaming out “FUCK ME, FUCK ME.” Janet and I are pounding away at the pussy we are in and both Gloria and Yvette are moaning with pleasure. Yvette looks over at me and says, “This feels wonderful. I want you to fuck me. I have never been fucked by a white man.” I pull my cock out of Gloria’s and Janet pulls the strap-on out of Yvette’s pussy. I move between Yvette’s spread thighs and place my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I slam my cock deep into Yvette’s pussy and she arches her back to take all of it in. I begin to slam my cock in and out of Yvette’s pussy. Janet moves up to Yvette’s head and lets Yvette suck on the strap-on while my cock pounds in and out of Yvette’s pussy. I grab Yvette’s feet and place them over my shoulders so I can bury my cock deeper into her pussy. I continue to fuck Yvette, ramming my cock deep into her pussy and my balls slapping against her ass. “I think it is about time for Yvette to eat some pussy,” Janet says and with that she lies down on the floor with her legs spread. I pull my cock out of Yvette’s pussy and Yvette gets on all fours and crawls over to Janet. Yvette buries her head between Janet’s thighs and begins to lick, kiss and suck on Janet’s pussy and clit. I get behind Yvette and begin to fuck her from the rear. As I slam my cock deep into Yvette’s pussy, her tongue is forced deeper into Janet’s pussy. As I continue to fuck Yvette from the rear, Gloria straddles Janet’s face and rubs her pussy all over Janet’s face as Janet fucks her with her tongue. Yvette is still fucking Janet with her tongue as my cock slams in and out of her pussy. We all start to shudder at the same time and cum together. As my cum shoots into Yvette’s pussy I pull my cock out and let cum shoot onto Janet’s chest. Yvette and Gloria both lick it up. Janet moves between Yvette thighs and licks up my and Yvette’s cum. I get between Gloria’s thighs and lick up her cum juices. Then I move over to Janet and lick up her cum juices. We all lay back gathering strength for round two.

**Author's Note:** _Following is the first chapter of a new chain story which I hope many of you will enjoy. This idea came to me from an Avatar that a poster in Literotica's forum uses. The image is of a painting titled The Slave Market. The artist, Jean-Leon Gerome has many works of art that are quite lovely. This particular one made me wonder what kind of story the writers, here at Literotica, could create for her. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the upcoming ones that will include works from both experienced and new writers. A heartfelt thanks to LoquaciousLady for editing. Comments are very much appreciated. Thank you and enjoy. ~ RedHairedandFriendly_ Hera stared at the woman displayed before the men of the village. Tears fell down her face as she watched strangers paw at her. They ran their hands down her figure, squeezed her breasts, forced her legs apart, and invaded her privates with thick fingers. Yet, she knew in her heart that none invaded her too deeply, fearing the wrath of whomever won the right to possess her. Hera's gaze shifted to Mada, a woman she'd considered her friend; a woman she'd visited once a year for the past eighteen years. This year however, Hera knew would be the last. She would never see Mada again, nor would she ever return to her homeland. Mada had plans for her; she would not grace the market place stage, nor would she have to witness the disgrace of her daughter. For that Hera was thankful. Shouts brought Hera back to the trembling, yet proud form of her daughter. Her black hair had been freed of its bonds; it flowed down her back, over her shoulders and caressed the round cheeks of her ass. Her hair, Hera had told her often was her crowning glory. Yet here in Azerbaidistan, it was not only her hair that drove the bidding up, but her skin as well. The creamy white flesh bore no flaws; her emerald eyes made many stop and stare in awe. Afsoon was unique to the people of Azerbaidistan and her uniqueness, as well as her untouched maidenhead would make many envious. Hera closed her eyes as a shout of victory came from the one man she had prayed would not win her daughter. Risay smirked. His dark gray eyes connected with Mada's silver ones. He bowed his head slightly, then glanced at the battered woman that stood unwillingly beside the Sultan's wife. Her lips were swollen; her eyes blackened, presumably by the beefy hands that now gripped her arms to her side. One of her wrist looked to be cocked at an odd angle. Risay wondered if her legs, hidden behind the thick skirt she wore, bore similar damage. Obviously Mada had no use for the woman she'd once called friend. Risay knew why too. Mada had shared with him the story of Hera after they had spent hours exploring each one's flesh. __ "The bitch was my friend," Mada muttered as her naked and well used body lay atop Risay's, "she came here every year. We walked through the village. We shopped. We danced for Azlan. We laughed like children. She dined at my table!" "Yet, she hid this secret from you?" Risay asked, his fingers toyed with the sweaty locks of Mada's hair. "For eighteen years she kept this secret." Risay kissed the Sultan's wife's head and then trailed a finger down her jaw, before rolling her to her back. "She only told me now because she feels she has no choice. Her husband has died and all his goods are left to Afsoon. But Afsoon is not his! She is Azlan's! If the men in her country discover her lies, then she will lose all." "So why come here? Why confess all to you and not Azlan?" Risay asked just before his mouth moved to nibble on Mada's neck. Mada moaned softly, tilting her head to give her lover easier access to her delicate flesh. She wanted him to be more vigorous in their love-making, but knew this was something she could not have. If she were marked by any other than Azlan she would not live another hour longer. "Because I am her friend," Mada sneered, "she came to me in hopes I would appeal to Azlan and convince him to take Afsoon and her into his world. She loves him!" Mada shouted, pushing her lover away and rolling to her stomach. Her hands moved under her chin and she propped herself up, pouting like a child. "And you do not want her here?" "I was fooled Risay. I did not know she was bedding the Sultan, my Azlan. I share him with so many women. I wanted one to be just my friend, to not look upon the Sultan and desire to pleasure him. I wanted someone that was not out to gain something for themselves, but to..." she sighed and licked her lips, opening her legs when she felt Risay's hands nudging them apart, "...just be my confidant. I thought Hera was that." "But she was fucking your mate." Risay's cock slipped easily into the slick opening of Mada's pussy. He grinned as her muscles clenched around his shaft. As he pumped in and out of her, she explained that Hera had been fucking the Sultan from the first visit she and her husband had made to Azerbaidistan. She had fallen in love, Hera had told her, but because she was already wed, she had to stay with her husband. Her husband had been a great business man and every year they came to the country to trade with the people, staying as honored guests in the houses of Azlan. That first month Hera had gotten pregnant; she had no doubts that the child was Azlan's because her husband was aged and they had never consummated their marriage vows. The marriage had been a business arrangement. Hera would be the hostess of great parties and run the nobleman's house and he would provide for her and her family, a family that was not financially secure and needed dowries for their other daughters. Risay had listened as his cock had found release once again in Mada's sex. He knew she would not birth his children, nor any man's. Her last child, a son, had almost killed her upon his arrival into the world and the result had left her barren. He pulled from her, flopped onto the bed and closed his eyes. Mada rolled back over, cuddled up to him and continued to pout, then later as she readied herself to leave Risay's bed, she began to plot. "Azlan will return in a week," she said as she fastened a gold belt to her waist, "I need you to arrange an auction." Risay frowned. "Azlan will not be happy to have missed one and if you are thinking to sell Hera..." "No. I will not sell Hera. I do not want her anywhere near Azlan and selling her would not keep her out of our lives...my life. Her daughter though," Hera sneered, "she is beautiful. She has her father's face, stern and proud. I want that pride wiped from her ivory features. I want her mother to see her daughter in the hands of a madman. I want her to go to her death knowing that Afsoon suffers." "And who is this man?" Hera laughed. "You, my dear." Risay's brows rose. "Me?" "Yes, I do not love you like I do Azlan. You know this. I do however know how you treat your slaves. I have seen the bruises. I know the stories of how they are abused if they make the slightest mistake, if they do not pleasure you the way you wish to be pleasured. Make her suffer Risay... for me." "Then why not give her to me? Why an auction?" "Because I want Hera to watch her daughter be humiliated. There is no reason other than that. I have been humiliated for eighteen years! That I did not see the truth infuriates me! I have been fooled. I have been laughed at and now... Hera can watch the one thing she loves more than life fall to the hands of you, a well known abuser of women." Risay's laughter echoed through his bed chambers as Hera slipped out a hidden door and made her way home. Armed guards, paid handsomely for their silence, remained at her side until she reached the harem courtyard. The skin on the inner side of Afsoon's cheek was sore and bleeding. The metallic taste of blood did little to aid her in focusing on something other than the hands that pawed at her. Her gaze had held that of her mother's for as long as possible. The welts and cuts that littered the once beautiful face would forever be etched in Afsoon's mind. The woman that stood next to her held an air of grace and her beauty was apparent. The colors she wore were ones that Afsoon knew to be the colors of Azerbaidistan. She also knew by the stories her mother had told her while growing up, that the woman was her father's wife. Afsoon had no qualms calling another man her father, though she had never met him. The man whom she had lived with, the man that had given her his name because he'd wed her mother shortly before she'd gotten pregnant, was not someone she ever loved. Nor was he someone she would miss as she heard the final bid being held and confirmed. Her green eyes flew to those of the _winner_. Fear shot through her as she saw the sneer on his face directed toward her mother and a look of satisfaction when he looked at Mada. Mada...how had her mother been so wrong about her long time friend? Afsoon had been told that the Sultan's wife was a remarkable creature. Kind. Considerate. Compassionate to the plight of the poor. Yet when Mada had heard the story surrounding Afsoon's birth and her sudden appearance at Azerbaidistan, Mada had struck Hera, ordered guards to take her and Afsoon away and for two days her mother was beaten in front of Afsoon, repeatedly violated by the guards. Afsoon was threatened the same treatment if she breathed a word to any of her true paternity. She would have screamed the truth had it not been for the threat to her mother's life. Afsoon had lived for only one person... her mother. Her life with her foster father, as she referred to him, was not one she had cared for. She was no more than a servant to him. Lord Byran had been a cruel man. Cruel to her. Cruel to her mother; even more so, Hera confessed, after learning of her affair with Azlan. Yet, he had continued to visit Azerbaidistan fully knowing his wife was bedding the Sultan. Afsoon however had never been allowed to travel with her mother. At home she'd remained until Byran's untimely death; her mother immediately packed their belongings and sought passage on one of Lord Byran's ships before all learned of Afsoon's true heritage. Byran had left everything to his daughter; why? Hera's opinion had been that in time all would be revealed to their more notable friends and humiliation like none other would fall down on her and her family. They would be financially destroyed, so what better way to avoid the potential downfall than to hide from it? Afsoon begged her mother to not flee, but to stay and fight. Hera refused. Now Afsoon stood, no longer a free woman, but one that would be used just like her mother had been used the nights prior to the auction. Renewed excitement from the crowd made Afsoon's attention return to the present. She was pulled off the stage and another woman, equally bare of all clothing took her place. Two men, both elegantly dressed in long tunics moved to either side of her. One took a firm hold on the silver chain that had been attached to a collar on her neck. He tugged it, spoke harshly to her and pointed toward a group of servants as well as horses. A house seal bearing a black rose sat snuggly on the shoulder of each man. Afsoon's gaze ran quickly over their figures, noting a blade attached to each hip. For a brief moment she thought of escaping, grabbing a blade and thrusting it into its owner. Yet the words of Mada echoed in her ear. She was too remain passive on the auction stage. She was to submit to the wills of all the men that touched her. She was to go willingly to her Master or...her mother would suffer even more. Afsoon was taken away. A cry of anguish echoed through the market place. Afsoon knew it to be the cry of a mother losing her only child. Risay remained in the village. He had no doubt that the woman he'd just purchased would be cared for. The men he'd entrusted her to were loyal servants. They knew their place and would take Afsoon to his home where she would be treated like a goddess. Mada was convinced she was a virgin, a treat that Risay's men knew he would enjoy deflowering. When the physicians in the market had confirmed her innocence still existed, he had paid handsomely for it. He snickered to himself as he entered one business after another, conducting transactions that he normally would have handled during a scheduled trip. He found himself looking forward to breaking in the young woman. ***** Afsoon had not fought the guards; the looming voice of Mada accompanied her throughout the trip to what she knew was to be her _home_. Her eyes had remained on her clenched fists. Her naked body had remained viewable to the guards that had taken her from the market place. They'd placed her in the back of a wagon; a pale white canvas shielded her from the sun and other prying eyes, yet the men had climbed in behind her. She had remained impassive as they spoke candidly about what their Master would do to her. Heat flooded her features as they described the man whom she would serve. She learned his name and was soon rewarded with the stories of how he liked to have his women pleasure him. By the time they reached their destination Afsoon was shaking. She wanted to flee, yet knew in this country she was nothing more than a piece of property. What freedom she had held in her world was no longer available to her. She had no voice and if one felt she did not exist, then exist she did not. One of the guards bellowed loudly once the group had exited the wagon. A woman appeared, her features showed her age as did the silver of her hair. Afsoon looked imploring at her, hoping to find some shimmer of compassion and friendship. A sliver of humanity existed no where in the woman's hard stare and the hope Afsoon held within her chest melted away. There would be no freedom from this place. With a deep sigh, she squared her shoulders and followed the old woman down a rocky path. Trees and various flowers grew along side the worn walkway. The fragrant blooms went ignored by Afsoon. Each step she took brought her closer to what she knew, from her mother's stories, to be the harem of her Master. She swallowed nervously; when she entered a courtyard of giggling and chattering females all noises ceased. The old woman clapped her hands, gathering the attention of all the females. "This is Afsoon. She is to be bathed and readied for Master Risay." Soft mumblings came from various groups. Afsoon tried to remain impassive as dozens of eyes stared at her. She could feel various degrees of curiosity as well as hostility. Her mother had tried to prepare her during the short times they were allowed to speak with each other. She had told her how the men of Azerbaidistan would wed one or two women, but keep dozens, sometimes hundreds or thousands in their own mini-community. These women were part of the _Master's_ harem. Once Afsoon had agreed to the terms Mada had set forth, the stories of her childhood became more real. A movement to her left brought Afsoon's attention to a woman who looked to be a few years older than her eighteen. She tried to divert her gaze from the thin veiled figure as she closed the distance between them. The woman was beautiful, Afsoon quickly saw. Her hair was black. Her skin bronze. Her eyes were almost as dark as coal. Immediately Afsoon felt a connection and once again hope sprung anew. "Afsoon, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Malay." Malay took Afsoon's hand and tugged on it gently. The old woman nodded then walked away. Malay shot a look to several of the other women and most all turned away. "I am sure Master paid dearly for you. I shall prepare you myself, for I wish to please him." Afsoon went with the other woman. They left the harem courtyard, crossed a threshold that opened into a great hall. Down the hall Malay led Afsoon; they passed intricately carved statues of various gods and goddesses. Paintings. Tapestries. Artifacts that Afsoon had never seen or known existed had been placed on tables of what Afsoon thought was marble. Risay had paid handsomely and it seemed that he could have gone higher if the need had presented itself. This knowledge did not sit easily on her shoulders. A wealthy man was a man that took great means to protect what was his. Afsoon was now his. "Here we are." Malay's voice brought Afsoon out of her musings. She stared at a large pool of water. Steam rose from the rippling surface. Several servants, dressed in less finery that the veils of Malay stood ready to serve. Malay clapped her hands and the servants acted quickly. One woman approached Afsoon, the collar and it's matching chain were removed. Another slave disappeared, only to return a few minutes later with a pile of what Afsoon would later learn to be the clothes she would be expected to wear. "A bath," Malay whispered, motioning to the pool. Afsoon stepped forward, timidly at first and then more boldly as the servants chuckled behind their upraised hands. Malay shot them a knowing look and their giggles ceased. Afsoon gave a grateful smile to the woman as she slipped into the water. She breathed deep, recognized the scent of roses and remembered the symbol that the guards wore on their person and the etchings on their swords. "Why roses?" she suddenly asked. Malay smiled softly, disrobed and slipped into the water with Afsoon. She patted the girl's arm, when she saw the shock of sharing a bath ride over her features. "I am only here to wash you, prepare you for our Master. I am pleased you speak our language. The black rose is what Risay's name stands for, it is his family symbol and though it is a flower, one should fear the thorns." "Black roses mean death where I come from." "Risay brings death too," Malay answered back. Her voice had been easy to read. It was the voice of reason, a voice that spoke of certainty and acceptance of fate. "Go under the water and wet your hair. I will wash it." Afsoon did as she was told, dipping her entire body under the steamy surface. While she stayed submerged the thought of never rising bubbled to the forefront of her mind. She could stay under the water, breathe it in and end this life another had forced upon her. Another face suddenly appeared, it was the face of a battered woman. A woman that had crossed an ocean hoping to save herself and the life of her daughter. Afsoon rose from the water. She would not take the easy way out. Somehow she would make Mada pay for the crimes against her and her mother. It would take time and right now time was quite plentiful. Malay's hands worked scented soap into Afsoon's long locks. She massaged her scalp, caressed her neck and twisted the soapy suds several times before having the slave girl submerge herself again. When Afsoon rose up a second time Malay was there with a pumice stone in her hand. "Sit on the edge and give me your foot," she softly demanded. Afsoon watched as if in a trance as the harem slave worked the stone over her legs. She scrubbed softly at her thigh muscles, caressed her knees and calf muscles with care. Her feet were treated with a more vigorous washing and then Malay touched her sex. "You will need to be prepared," she whispered softly as her fingers brushed across the thick black curls of Afsoon's pussy. "Please don't," Afsoon begged. Her hands came up to cover her exposed sex. Malay frowned and pushed her fingers away. "It will not hurt," she told her. Malay snapped her fingers. A servant appeared and Afsoon watched as a sharp blade caught the light and its steel glinted threateningly in the slave woman's hand. Afsoon acted on instinct, grabbing Malay's hand and reaching out to grip the knife. It cut into her skin, causing her to cry out. Malay released it, not willing to fight the young woman. Instead she watched Afsoon rise from the water and search for an exit. She took two steps before four guards appeared. Their arms were thick like trees, their hands beefy and strong. Each one held a blade longer than any Afsoon had seen before. They stepped toward her. Malay watched with interest as the dark-haired Afsoon tried to take stock of her situation. "Afsoon, you are only going to force them to hurt you. Come back to the pool. There is no way to escape this life." She turned and looked at Malay. Her lips trembled and the tears she'd been trying to hold back fell from her thick lashes. They splashed on her cheeks, slipped down the curve of her jaw, only to become lost in the deep cleavage of her breasts. Afsoon crumbled to the floor. Her hands moved to hide her blotchy features as her body became wracked in sobs that were pulled from her chest. Malay climbed from the pool, dismissed the guards with a quick wave and wrapped the trembling woman within her warm embrace. The two women held each other for a long time. Afsoon's sobs soon turned to hiccups and Malay's soothing words soon quieted to a soft hum. Eventually she pulled away from Afsoon and motioned back to the pool of water. Steam still rose from its surface. "It is time," she whispered, moving her hand to the knife that Afsoon had discarded, "lay down and be still." Afsoon's body trembled as she lay on the hard surface next to the pool. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something other than the soft touch of Malay's hands moving across her downy sex. A warm sensation floated through her, bringing a moan of pleasure from her lips. Afsoon looked down and saw that Malay had massaged soap and oil into the thick curls. She watched, now transfixed with curiosity as the woman scrapped away the hairs of her sex. Each touch was done swiftly and with great skill. When it was over, her pussy was bare. A soft pink rose up from her ivory skin; Malay reassured her that before she saw Risay the flesh would be the creamy color it had been before. Afsoon sneered, muttering low that she cared not for how Risay saw her and prayed that he would die before he reached her side. The swift slap that landed on Afsoon's cheek caught the dark-haired beauty off guard. She shrieked, scrambled back from Malay and stared at her. "You are not to speak of Master in that way!" Malay shouted, then closed her eyes. Afsoon watched her, wondering what this woman saw in the man that held her life in his hands. "Get back in the pool. I will finish preparing you and..." "I'm sorry I upset you," Afsoon admitted, interrupting Malay's words, "I do not want to be here though. I do not belong here. I am..." "You are Afsoon, the daughter of Hera and Azlan." "You know who I am?" "Yes. I am the only one that does. My Master... our Master beds all of us, but only shares his darkest secrets with me. I know what he has planned for you. It will not be easy for you, but because he desires you, this pleases me. I love him and if preparing you makes him happy... then the rewards will be mine to reap." Afsoon could not help but notice the sound of both admiration and desire in Malay's voice. "But why accept this life?" Malay smiled as she washed Afsoon. "It is the only life I know. The only one I wish to know." "Not I. I will live another..." Afsoon did not know if her words were a promise to herself or a statement to simply reassure herself that all was not lost. **** Risay sipped at his wine. His eyes had never strayed too far from the trembling girl who sat on a cushion to the left of him. She'd been prepared by his most trusted woman. Malay sat to his right. A bracelet encrusted with rubies adorned her wrist. The bauble had been presented to her when she had presented him with Afsoon, scrubbed clean and free of all hair but the glorious strands that tumbled from her head to curl down her back. He reached out and cupped the slave girl's pussy. His fingers invaded the space that no other man had touched since he'd purchased her. She tried to clamp her muscles closed and scramble away from his touch. She failed, and Risay's laughter echoed through the room. He had waited most of the day to sample the dark-haired wench. Now she sat next to him, shaking as if she were cold, when he knew it was the fear in her chest that caused her to tremble. Yes, he told himself, she should fear him. Malay had shared with him how she'd tried to run away, explaining the small cut on Afsoon's palm. He found the attempt at escape thrilling. The woman he'd purchased had spark. Risay liked spark; it was the challenge of extinguishing it that made each new addition to his harem exciting. Risay rose from where he'd been dining, picked up the silver chain that hung limp against Afsoon's breast. He tugged on it, firmly but not too harshly. Afsoon stared at her feet, refusing to rise to the knowing pull. Risay frowned, smirked and tugged harder. Again Afsoon refused. A chuckle rose from his lips and he sneered at the top of his newest prize's head. Without a word he wrapped the chain around his fist and turned away. He dragged his slave across the floor. Felt her scrambling to right herself, only to stumble and land on the floor. Not once did Risay stop or slow his stride, if anything he sped up. He felt the answering tug on the chain, gripped it harder and pulled the links sharply. The knot slid tighter around Afsoon's neck. A gasp of fright left her lips and he knew soon she would be clawing at her neck hoping to find the air her lungs desperately craved. Only when he reached his private chambers did Risay release the cord. He watched the almost blue features of his slave slowly return to the heated humiliated blush of a girl put in her place. She drew in great gulps of air as she worked loose the knot that had slipped tighter. The chain was released from the cord at her neck by her Master's hands. "You almost killed me," she hissed. "Almost." Afsoon glared at the man before her and began to speak, but stopped short when she realized what rooms she had been dragged to. His rooms. The fear of the situation she was in returned tenfold and she stood up, turned to flee, but felt only the grasp of imprisonment as Risay's hands locked onto one of her arms and dragged her back. A scream erupted from Afsoon's throat, followed by pleas of mercy. All went ignored, not only by Risay, but also by the men who stood outside his quarters, armed and ready to aid their leader if need be. It would be hours before Afsoon's cries of pain became sobs of acceptance. By morning she was willing to appease her Master with false coos of adoration, worship his manhood with caresses and kisses. In her mind though, she held onto hope... her father ruled over all of Azerbaidistan all she had to do was remain within the territory her father commanded.

Mark's search for 'local color' ended when he entered the neighborhood bar called simply Sam's. It was going on 7 pm as he sat at one of the small tables near the back of the establishment. He was hoping to see some women in pantyhose in a place like this. The hotel bar he had come from was filled with bare legged starlet wanna-be's. Mark scanned the room in hopes of finding a woman in hose to chat with. A young waitress brought him a beer and set it in front of him. "Thanks," Mark said politely, "But I didn't order this." "I know," the waitress said with some disdain in her voice and motioned across the room, "She did." Mark looked in the direction she indicated and saw a tall red head in the opposite corner of the bar smiling at him. He picked up his drink and made his way to her table. As he approached he could see she was wearing a red blouse with a grey pinstripe jacket on the back of her chair. The knee length skirt she had on matched the jacket as did the velvet grey 4" open toe pumps. But what captured his eye were her long muscular legs in silky smooth sheer tan pantyhose. They looked very expensive as did the rest of her outfit. "Thanks for the beer," Mark said, "I'm Mark...May I join you?" "Please do," she replied in a very sensual voice. "My name is Kelly. You here for business or pleasure?" Mark sat next to this intriguing woman and after a moment of thought said, "How do you know I'm not from around here? I may have just dropped in because I was thirsty." Kelly laughed then leaned close to Mark and said, "If you live in this area long enough, you can tell who doesn't fit in." She took a sip from her Martini. "You are too well dressed to be one of these local goons." Mark had to agree. His tailored slacks and shirt along with his silk tie and Italian loafers did set him apart from the jeans and leather jacket crowd he found himself in. He looked back at Kelly and thought that she didn't seem to fit in either. Her classy business attire stood out from the typical blue collar types here. Manicured nails, sophisticated make up, well maintained long flowing russet hair, all spoke to him of up scale living and breeding. "Well you're right; I'm from out of town on business. I got tired of the snooty hotel bar crowd...thought I'd mingle with some more down to earth people." Kelly crossed her legs and the sound of her nylon encased thighs and calves rubbing together made Mark's cock twitch. He wished he could feel her legs, but he couldn't even see them at this point. "I thought so...sales?" she asked. "Engineer for an aerospace company," he replied. "Really? You are full of surprises. I had you pegged as a salesman or maybe a lawyer. I'm glad I was wrong," Kelly said with a smile spreading across her bright red lips. "What about you...What do you do?" Mark asked. "I'm an 'Executive Assistant' at a law firm." "That explains your outfit." Kelly swung her legs out from under the table and looked down at herself, shifting her legs right then left. Her skirt rode up to her mid thigh and Mark got a good long look at her silky hose covered legs. "What's wrong with my outfit?" "Oh...Nothing. You look great! It's just that the average office girl these days doesn't wear hose anymore. It usually means office manager, lawyer...executive assistant, someone who needs to look professional and elegant." Kelly sat back in her chair. Crossing her left arm under her 38D breasts and placing the ruby red nail of her right index finger to her lips, she looked at Mark inquisitively. She uncrossed then re-crossed her legs, never taking her bright blue eyes off him. His eyes were glued to her legs. When he looked back up at Kelly, she had a knowing smile on her face. "You're a pantyhose fan aren't you?" she asked taking the finger from her lips and pointing it at him. Mark wasn't sure how to answer. She might think he's a freak of some kind if he admitted to it, but then again she would know that he was lying if he denied it too. "Ya...well I guess I am," he said looking back down at Kelly's magnificent glossy calves. "Don't be embarrassed, most guys like to see women in hose. You just seemed to me to be on a mission to find them." "How did you come up with that conclusion?" Mark asked feeling even more uncomfortable. "I saw you scanning every woman who walked in." "All guys check out women." "But you looked at their legs first, then their faces," Kelly said with a confident smile. Mark was in trouble. She had him nailed. She knew exactly what he was doing and how he was doing it. What was he going to do now? He felt Kelly's warm moist nylon covered toes moving up his leg inside his pants.'_Her hose are very soft,_'he thought as she rubbed his bare skin. "Let's finish our drinks and go back to my place, it's getting too noisy here," she said with a seductive smile. Mark finished his beer and Kelly her Martini and they headed for the door. Once outside, Mark looked for a cab but Kelly took him by the arm. "I just live a block down from here; let's walk." As they strolled down the sidewalk, Mark noticed that Kelly was as tall as he was in her 4" heels; just over six feet. He always liked tall women, they had the sexiest legs. Kelly was no exception. He couldn't help but check out her legs as they walked. The hose she had on took on a luminous sheen under the street lights. "Here we are," Kelly announced as they reached the steps a brown stone style apartment building. She went up the steps to the door and unlocked it. Mark had stayed on the sidewalk as she ascended the stairs to watch the flex of her firm calf muscles in the shimmering hose. His cock was rock hard by now. "Having second thoughts or just checking out my legs again?" Kelly asked with a sly grin. Mark just sheepishly smiled and joined her on the landing. She led him upstairs and as she unlocked her apartment door she had a concerned look on her face. When the door opened the sounds of two people having sex were clearly heard coming from the living room. Kelly walked in leaving Mark to close and lock the door after himself. He quickly followed her into the apartment and toward the voices. The source of the voices was coming from the large flat screen TV. A porno was running in the DVD player and a young blonde woman was sitting on the L shaped couch with her legs spread, masturbating to the images on the screen. She was wearing a short black skirt, blue sleeveless top, and black pantyhose. "Pam! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the movies with John," Kelly said in an agitated voice. "John is an asshole. He said I looked like a slut in this outfit so I left him at the theater and caught a cab home. He said only sluts and old ladies wear pantyhose these days. Can you believe that shit? You're home early. Strike out at the...," Pam fell silent when she noticed Mark standing behind Kelly. "We have a guest," Kelly said giving her a stern look as Pam paused the movie, "This is Mark. Maybe you should continue your'movie' later?" "Hey...Don't stop on my account. I wouldn't want to disturb anyone's fun." "What a nice guy. Why don't you have a seat," Pam said as she moved her right leg off the couch and patted the cushion next to her. "Thank you," he said sitting down. "Pam, be a dear and entertain Mark while I go and change into something more comfortable," Kelly said as she headed for the bedroom, "And by the way, he loves pantyhose." Kelly gave him a wink as she disappeared into the other room. Pam stretched her right leg out and lifted it straight up. She ran her hands down her leg as if straightening her hose. "Do you like my hose?" she asked lowering her leg into Mark's lap. "Yes! They look great. I don't think you look like a slut either." Mark could see Pam's neatly trimmed pussy through the semi sheer nylon. She wasn't wearing any panties and the cotton panel was soaked through with her juices. He mindlessly glided his hands up and down her leg as he took in the gorgeous view in front of him. Pam was tiny in comparison to Kelly. She was barely five foot tall. Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders like golden silk. She had a narrow waist; girlish smile and perky C cup tits. The fact that she had her legs spread wide and masturbating to a porno in front of a total stranger seemed to conflict with her innocent 'girl next door' looks. "Mmmmmm...that feels good," Pam said watching Mark massage her leg. "Oh...Sorry...I...just can't help it," he said releasing her leg. "Don't stop...Do you mind if I turn the movie back on?" "Not at all." Pam smiled and hit play on the remote control. She turned her attention to the couple on the screen. Mark watched as the couple on the TV continued to fuck on a large leather couch. The girl was bouncing up and down on the man's massive cock as she faced away from him. Pam's hand was back between her legs, flashing over her sensitive clit. Mark went back to massaging her foot as she furiously fingered herself through her hose. Pam was moaning loud now and Mark's cock was throbbing against her calf. She looked over at the large bulge in his pants and the growing wet spot with hunger in her eyes. She reached over and undid his belt and lowered his zipper. Mark's cock sprang free and stood up leaking pre cum. With her free hand, Pam grabbed Mark's cock and began to stroke it up and down. "Oh yaaaaaa," he moaned as she pumped her fist faster. "I hope you're keeping Mark entertained out there," Kelly called from the bedroom. "Don't worry, I have everything handled," Pam replied looking at Mark with a wicked grin. She looked back at the TV and saw that the woman was down between the legs of her man sucking his cock. Pam stood up and dropped her skirt then knelt between Mark's legs. She took his cock in hand once again and was about to take it in her mouth. "Hey! I don't think Kelly will like it if she comes out here and finds you sucking her dates cock," Mark said in a low voice. "Don't worry, we share everything," she replied then swallowed his throbbing dick. Mark watched the girl on the screen bobbing up and down on the guys cock and Pam was keeping perfect time with her. He tried to not moan out loud but Pam was making that very difficult. After about five minutes the action on the screen changed. The girl climbed on top of the guy again in cow girl position. Pam looked back at the screen then to Mark. He saw that wicked smile again. Pam yanked his pants down to his ankles and stood up. She reached between her legs and tore a huge hole in the crotch of her shiny black hose. She then straddled Mark and slipped his cock into her dripping pussy before her could say anything. She pulled her top over her head and flung it across the room then loosened Mark's tie and tore open his shirt. Her beautiful breasts bounced as she rode his cock; nipples erect and bright pink. "Oh God...yes...yes...that feels so good...mmmmmmm," Pam cried grinding her pussy hard into Mark's pelvis. Mark's head was back against the couch; eyes closed. He was enjoying the feel of Pam's tight wet pussy clenching on his cock as his hands slide over the silky nylon encasing her firm thighs and round ass. It was heaven. "You nasty little slut!" Kelly's voice boomed. Mark's eyes flew open to see Kelly kneeling behind Pam.'_Oh Shit this could get ugly!_'he thought. "That's my date you're fucking!" "But we always share," Pam said in a sorrowful voice. "It helps if you ask first!" Kelly replied leaning in close. Mark was in an unusual position. His cock was buried in the tight pussy of the room mate of the woman who brought him home and that woman was now confronting them in the act. He was turned on and terrified at the same time. He could see Kelly had changed into a long sleeve black body stocking and had some kind of black leather belt on. She looked very sexy which added to the mixture of emotions running through him at the moment. "Ok...I'll go...," Pam said and started to move off Mark. Kelly pushed her hard into Mark's chest, holding her there. "Oh no you don't. You've teased him this much so you're going to finish the job." Pam's hair was covering his face so he couldn't see too clearly but he felt Kelly moving even closer. Pam gasped loud in his ear then he felt a strange pressure against his cock.'_Kelly's going to fuck her in the ass with a strap on at the same time. This just keeps getting better and better,_'Mark thought. Pam started bouncing up and down on Mark's cock as Kelly thrust into her from behind. He reached around and squeezed Kelly's enormous nylon covered boobs. The nipples were huge and trying to poke holes in her outfit. "Aaahhh...aaahhh...aaahhh...yes...yes...YES!" Pam cried as she shuddered from a tremendous orgasm. Her pussy clamped down tight on Mark's throbbing cock and he began to moan. The feeling of Pam's convulsing pussy and Kelly's strap on rubbing his cock was about to send him over the edge too. His balls tightened and his cock swelled. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH," he screamed as he filled Pam's pussy with his cum. He continued to thrust his hips upward as he pumped more of his semen into the young woman's velvety hole. Pam was bucking wildly as she was receiving pleasure from two sides. She was drifting from one orgasm to the next as Mark and Kelly fucked her like a toy. Mark finally began to relax and Pam laid her head on his shoulder panting. He could feel Kelly pull out of Pam's ass and watched her stand up. He was shocked at what he saw. Protruding from the open crotch of her body stocking was a pair of balls and a 5" throbbing cock. He watched it bounce with every beat of her heart. Kelly had a concerned look on her face. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but I thought you would be the type of guy who would understand. I hope you're not mad. I just...," Kelly fell silent before she finished her apology. Mark was silent as he stared at her cock. He wasn't sure what to do. "I'm not mad...It's that...well it's an unexpected surprise...like this whole evening has been," he finally said with a smile. "See I told you he was a nice guy!" Pam said lifting her head from Mark's shoulder and kissing him on the cheek. "So you're not going to leave?" Kelly asked. "Hell no...It looks like we're just getting started!"

_All characters are over 18 years of age. This is a work of pure fiction._ This is merely the beginning of what should be at least 5 more chapters, possibly more. All the women in this story are fictional, but the player characters are characters that were created as they are, complete with clothing (or lack thereof) by women I have played tabletop games with in reality. Send me feedback if there is a gamer girl fantasy you'd like to see written. Please vote and let me know if you like it \--------------------------------------------- Mike Powers was kind of bummed. He had wanted to go to the big Con going on in Atlanta, which all of his friends had gone to, but his boss at the hobby shop had decided HE was going this year. With Mike's friends. And Mike got to stay and mind the small shop and run the games for anybody who might show up. On a freaking Friday. Maybe he'd hit the bar after work. Yay. All of the regulars were in Atlanta with his asshole boss who had previously told Mike he would be allowed to go. A full weekend of every tabletop game imaginable. Games that Mike could play, instead of having to run himself for the enjoyment of others. Brian, his dickhead boss, had joked that he would be getting all the gamer girl tail that Mike would miss out on. What a putz. Sure, some of the women there might want to hook up with an overweight male chauvinist pig that smelt like sour milk and ass, but Mike really doubted it. All of Mike's "buddies" shrugged and said "hey, Brian's gonna cover the hotel, and he knows some strippers! See ya later, bro" and just fucking left him. Nevermind that Mike was the one who had made all of their reservations, plans, and mapped the route to get there. Nevermind that Mike's connection with the Con organizers had scored them all free passes. Some friends. Fuckers. Mike sighed. He missed Karynn. His childhood friend who had become his girlfriend when he came home on leave from the Navy the first time when he was 19. Everyone in their neighborhood had laughed at their "surprise announcement" that they were dating, with responses of "fucking finally?" and "no more puppy dog pining from either of you?" Karynn was his everything. Smart as all get out, pretty, with an athletic toned body that would send a thousand ships to war. She had hair black as a moonless midnight sky, deliciously perky breasts, just enough to fit his hands perfectly, a slim waist leading to slightly flared hips and a rock hard ass that absolutely popped. And she was a nerd like him. Whenever he played a new game, she was always right there to learn it and play with him. She gravitated towards whatever version of a wild elf the current game had, or something suitable elfin if the game was Sci Fi or urban fantasy. Karynn and Mike were supposed to drive up together before Brian's sudden announcement that Mike had to stay. She had said she was bringing her elf outfit to wear just for him. Fuck. Now he would be moping AND horny for the whole weekend. Mike hadn't intended to try to pick any of the ladies up, obviously, as Karynn was at the Con, too. He just REALLY wanted a chance to PLAY instead of running the game. A job running role playing games for pay had sounded great at the time, but it soured quickly. He also wanted a chance to play with and make love to Karynn for a full weekend without having to worry about Brian calling him in to cover or play an unannounced game for unappreciative jerks. When people had to pay for a game master, they expected everything to go exactly as they wanted, not as how the dice would normally determine. And some of the players were truly obnoxious. Like it was Mike's fault that Gary rolled a 1 and got Tom killed by goblins. Mike really only kept this job because of Brian's brother, Derrick. Derrick was Brian's partner in the shop, and made sure Brian paid Mike good money, since Mike was the one who kept the shop in the black. Mike ran the wargames tournaments, ran the card game tournaments, and ran the RPG games for the customers. He handled restocking and ordering product from the distributors, and had good personal relations with all of their reps from the various companies. Hell, recently, Mike had been getting feelers from some of the reps to see if he might be willing to either relocate to work for them, or run his own shop locally. They knew Brian, and really didn't like him, or his abrasive superior attitude. Brian played on his phone, looked at porn on the shop computer, and hit on every customer with tits that walked through the door. He drove customers away with his shitty attitude, and it felt to Mike like he was trying to keep his customer base as small as he could. Before Mike had come along, the shop was kept open only by money from Brian and Derrick's dad, who was himself a business partner of Mike's girlfriend's dad. They ran a string of drug and alcohol rehab clinics with the main location just 3 miles from the shop. Mike had recently found out some other stuff about Brian, stuff that could put him away in prison for a long time if it got out. Out of respect for Derrick, however, he kept quiet. Derrick knew his brother was a complete fuckup, but he had promised their Mom he would take care of his little brother just before she had passed away from cancer. Mike was 23, with short sandy blond hair, and was decently built. He had decided when he got out of the Navy that he would at least continue to exercise and be able to socialize so he wouldn't be the stereotypical nerdy gamer. He WAS a nerdy gamer, just not every hour of the day. He had the build of a swimmer, stood 6'2 and weighed 175 lbs. He went out regularly with his friends from the shop, and a lot of them had started bringing their girlfriends along, too, after the games finished. It lets them get their geek time in, then satisfy their girls with some standard socializing. All of the guy's girlfriends had become friends, as they all lost their men to the games one or more nights a week, and they had started hanging out with each other on those nights, and formed their own circle. Some of them had tried to get involved in the regular game nights at the shop. Mike always did everything he could to make them feel welcome and tried to help them enjoy the game, and was usually the only one in the shop who wasn't trying to sniff their panties while they sat at the table. Not that he didn't appreciate each of them. They were all pretty in their individual ways. He liked to look, but never felt the need to hassle them when they were trying to have fun. He'd have treated any of these women 10 times better than the asshats they were with, but that was just his opinion. Jan, 31, was a big woman. At exactly 6 feet tall and over 220lbs, she carried her weight well, had enormous breasts (bigger than Mike's head), and a big ass that never quit. Her face was very pretty, with blue eyes, and she always wore makeup that did well to highlight her natural beauty. Her hair was natural blond and always shone, as it hung down to her amazonian ass. She was the most boisterous of the women. Marcy was a skinny redhead, 21 years old, with freckles everywhere you could see skin. She was 5'5, and weighed 110 at most. Her small A cup breasts were never hidden by a bra, and she had a small, pert butt that was really only evident when she wore yoga pants. Sometimes described as plain looking, she was slight and willowy, with a hint of innocent mischief always visible in her green eyes. There was exotic Leilani. She was a short woman of Hawaiian descent, 19 years old, standing at a towering 4'6. She was called chubby by the assholes in the group, but Mike preferred to think of her as voluptuous. At 115 lbs, she had C cup breasts that looked huge on her short body, and a cute little tummy bulge, with hips that flared out to a delicious firm ass you could roll dice on and not worry about them falling off. Her hair, like her eyes, was a deliciously dark chocolate color, tightly curly and always shiny. She loved to dance for everybody, and was really good at it. Alicia was a gorgeously athletic black woman, who could have easily been a cheerleader in college if she chose, but preferred her Marine Biology courses and a strict daily workout routine. She was 21, stood 5'7 and was 110lbs, with beautiful brown eyes. Her B cup breasts were always covered by a lacy black bra visible through the tight white shirts she always seemed to paint on, and had a big muscular ass she always displayed in her yoga pants. She kept her hair in 4 tight braids that twisted back across her scalp and hung off the back of her head. And lastly, there was Kim. She was 24, and had hair dyed a deep blue. She was 5'2 and 115lbs. And most of that was in her D cup tits and her big, pouty lips. She had a decent ass, a pretty face with eyes almost as blue as her hair, and always looked like she was fucking Mike with her eyes, but had a terrible stutter, and so would never really talk to him. She did all of her game communication through notes, which worked, as Whispersong the thief would hardly ever speak and ruin the mystery she had around herself. Of course, the other guys almost always ruined it when the women showed up to play. Either their man would try to assert his nerdy dominance over her and refuse to let her speak, or he would try to play her character for her, or the other guys would horndog her and try to impress her away from her boyfriend. It almost always wound up being a one night attempt on the woman's part. The exception was Karynn. She showed up to every Wednesday night session, to play her wild elf archer, and she spent the whole night pointedly ignoring Brian whenever she played. She didn't like him, she told Mike. He had hit on her constantly since their dad's went into business together. Mike was lamenting his lost weekend plans and considering locking up early, since he had seen one customer in the last five hours, and was generally trying to avoid having a pity party for himself, when the door chimed as it opened. In walked Jan, Marcy, and Kim. Jan had a big grin on her face, while Marcy Dashed to the miniatures section and started pulling out an assortment of pre- painted minis. Kim smiled at Mike shyly before dropping her eyes and hugging herself. "Hey, Mike! Busy night tonight, huh?" Jan asked. "Oh, yeah. One customer. Made a whopping $7. Today's electricity cost more. I don't know why Brian made me stay to keep the place open," Mike replied. Kim mumbled something, but when Mike asked her to repeat it, she shook her head and blushed, refusing to speak more than a perfectly insult directed at Brian. "H..h-h-he's an a-a-asshole" she stuttered softly, then blushed. "So..." Jan started, "if it's not a hotbed of sales right now, wanna shut down and come hang with us? We all chipped in and bought a new game tonight. Altered World. And we all bought new dice for it. Want to come run a game and have some beers with us? We'll even provide the beer!" "Ah, what the hell," Mike said, "why not? It's boring as hell here, and I love hanging with y'all! Sure, let's go!" "Awesome! We'll all meet up at my place. Alicia and Leilani are getting the beer and food. Wanna ride with us?" Jan was excited to play. She had originally been part of the gaming group until she met her boyfriend and introduced him to the group. The rest of the guys quickly went from being Jan's buddies to treating her as just another girlfriend hanging around and keeping the guys from their game. She really missed throwing dice. "Well, since my car is in the shop, and you live a bit far away to ride my bike," Mike replied, "I'd love to ride with you ladies." He brought his bike in and was in the process of locking up the store when Marcy came up with a double fistful of minis. "Mike, can we use these for tonight? We'll bring them back, but it might help to have minis to use. There's one for each of the characters we have, and more for any NPCs or monsters we might need. Please?" She asked. Brian would have a shit fit normally if they took anything out of the store for personal use. Even minis that cost less than $1 each. Fuck him. "Sure, why not?" He answered. Mike also grabbed map boards and terrain pieces, all the stuff he normally used to set up games that his players always seemed to like. He didn't know yet what this new game was, but he figured he might as well be prepared. Jen handed Mike the new rulebook to read over while they drove to her place. In the passenger seat, he was reading while Kim leaned up behind him from the backseat to read over his shoulder. The scent of her shampoo and the feel of her breath against his neck meant Mike was having trouble focusing on the words in front of him. Just because he wouldn't cheat on Karynn didn't mean he couldn't be turned on by someone else's actions. He was just in control of himself enough to not do anything about it that would jeopardize his relationship. "Welcome to The Altered World. Where players become powerful adventurers with the ability to alter realities to their whims. This book is compatible with any existing game system you might be familiar with, only adding 2 new game mechanics: Alter Perception, and Alter Reality. These are run as skills that can be used in almost any of the game's encounters, be it combat or roleplay. "Prepare to see your world changed as The Altered World changes your gaming world, and who knows, possibly the living world, too, as your players see fit!" Mike chuckled. He'd seen some of the knockoff gaming products before, some small group of guys tossing something together to try to make a few bucks off the gaming community. Some were decent, others were crap. He'd give this one a try, and if it was fun enough, he'd see about ordering a copy for the shop. Oddly enough, though the print quality and artwork were very good, there was no publisher information. Just a phone number to call for ordering information for other sourcebooks and accessories such as dice. "Where did you say y'all bought this, Jan?" Mike asked curiously. "We found it at the weird corner booth at the flea market. You know, the old guy that leers at all the women and offers discounts if we show our tits? We all flashed him our tits and got the game and dice for each of us for $20, instead of $120" Jan laughed. "No. Sorry, I haven't been to the flea market in a couple of years. I might have to go check it out, even if I don't have any tits to flash for a discount," Mike laughed, thinking that was one lucky old man. "He has all sorts of stuff. Tabletop games, dice, posters, even some old hot nudie paintings on velvet. He's weird, but he never goes further than asking to see our tits. It's a harmless way for us to get cheap gaming stuff, and unlike Brian, he won't actually try to make us fuck him for discounts," Marcy added. "Wait, he fucking does that?" Mike demanded. Fucking Brian was going to be the death of his own store. He had all of the people skills of an over ripe Durian fruit, and was just as pleasant. He'd cost himself so many customers over the years. Kicked people out or banned them because he thought they were gay, or he didn't like their shirt, or their cologne, or they wanted to play games he thought were lame. Exactly the opposite of someone who wanted to actually make money. "Ugh! Yeah. He's tried to get each of us to fuck him at least once. We stopped coming in when you're not there because he likes to try to feel us up, too," Jan provided, "he's even gotten our boyfriends to try and talk us into threesomes." "Fuck. I knew he was garbage, but I didn't know he was THAT bad. I'm sorry, ladies. I'll talk to his brother and see if we can't have a family intervention to keep that shit from happening again," Mike offered. "Don't bother, Mike. Nothing any of us, or Derrick, for that matter, says or threatens changes it," Marcy said,"if there was another store with someone like you in it, we'd be there instead." Kim nodded vigorously. "Honestly, Mike, we only even show up to the bar with you guys because you're there and we can have good conversation. The last time we all tried without you, and just our boyfriends and Brian, the whole night was just them comparing our tits and asses, and trying to talk us into an orgy," Jan said angrily. "Yeah, dude. So...how about we change topics for now, as we're just getting ourselves more and more pissed off," Marcy suggested. "Alright," Mike nodded, "what are we looking at group wise for characters?" He needed to know what people were playing to set up an adventure they would enjoy. He didn't have time to get a full campaign planned, but he could at least get a little prepared before he winged it for them tonight. "We're just going to use characters we already have made up," Marcy said, "Jan has her busty barbarian Gudrun, Kim has her elven thief Whispersong, Leilani is a halfling bard named Penny Pigtails, Alicia is a Dark Skinned demonling mage named Clarissana, and I'll be running my Human cleric of the goddess of love, Marciella." "Alright," Mike said, beginning to get the beginnings of an adventure idea as he continued rifling through the book. He figured he would give them a murder mystery in the large city of Sandalwood. There was already a small premade adventure for it in the back of the book. Depending on how the night went, he'd work up a full campaign for them. He looked up the rules for the 2 new skills, Alter Reality and Alter Perception. Either could be used almost at will, but the rolls always required a flat roll of the 20 sided die and required at least a 17 to succeed. A roll of 1-3 would have the exact opposite effect of what was desired. Alter Reality could be used to change the physical world or affect it, and Alter Perception could be used to change what a person saw, believed, or thought. So, they were powerful, but the high unmodified roll required made it unlikely that it could be used to completely screw the game at will. And it was so simple it really could fit into almost any existing game world of any genre. Despite coming close to being burned out from running so many games, Mike was looking forward to a group of all women. He was tired of trying to tell chubby geeky dudes it wasn't his job to fulfill their sexual fantasies in tabletop games. It was weird and awkward, and no matter how much he tried to steer the games back on course, the smelly fuckers always wanted to roll dice to try to fuck every female character in the game. As they pulled up to Jan's house out in the suburbs, a ranch style on 5 acres of property her parents had left her, Kim leaned forward and put her mouth next to Mike's ear and whispered to him. "Thank you, Mike. I've really wanted to play with you again for a while now!" She said, whispering and singing were the two ways Kim could talk without her stutter severely hampering her speech. Her proximity, her scent, and her whispered breath in his ear made it so Mike needed to hold the gaming supplies in front of him to hide the tent that had almost instantly formed. Each of these ladies had a boyfriend. And even if he thought they weren't treated properly, Mike wasn't the type to pursue a woman who was attached, even IF he had been available right then. But the ladies liked to flirt with him, and it was always harmless. "It's my pleasure, Kim. I've wanted to be able to play with each of you, as your characters always have so much more flavor than any of the guys at the shop. I'm looking forward to a night of actual role playing instead of just one fight leading into the next," Mike replied earnestly, trying to get his dick under control. "Oh, I'm sure we all have better...flavor...than our dumbass boyfriends," she whispered again, before blushing and looking to the ground. That did NOT help Mike get himself under control. Just then, Leilani and Alicia pulled into the driveway, honking the horn of Alicia's car. There was a load of beer, some large glass steins, and a whole back seat of various foods, some healthy for Alicia, and a ton of snack food for everybody else's game night snacking. The group got all of their game night supplies unloaded into the house, and Mike took a few minutes to shower before the game started, since he had biked up to the shop and Brian had turned off the AC while he was out of town for the weekend, despite telling Mike he had to pull 10am to Midnight shifts at the shop for the 3 day weekend, and it being the beginning of summer. Once Mike was out and in clean clothes, Jan made sure everybody had a big mug of beer. It was her house and she didn't mind Leilani drinking, as the ladies were all planning on a sleepover after the game, and the closest neighbor was half a mile away. Mike got the game started, brought the characters together in Sandalwood, and set up the murder the group was to investigate. It was all going good. The ladies were MUCH better about staying on topic and playing the game. Everybody was having fun, especially Mike. There were sexual jokes and tons of innuendo tossed about, but when it was done by five sexy smart ladies, it was 1000 times better than a room full of sweaty dudes breathing heavily because of sex jokes. Mike was thinking it was time to drop the usual losers and make this his main gaming group. He DID notice that whenever one of the ladies rolled any dice, they always came up within 3 numbers of the max, or 2 numbers for the 6, and 1 number for the 4 sided dice. He went with it anyway, since this was about fun, and not being a rule monkey. Then his phone dinged with incoming messages. From Brian at the Con. "Excuse me a moment, ladies. It's the asshole, so I gotta make sure it's nothing important" Mike apologized as he checked his phone. Brian: Hey, loser! We're having a blast! Shame you couldn't make it! Mike: Yeah, shame. I'll make it next time. Brian: Hey, guess who we ran into! And who REALLY likes gangbanging for a little nose candy! A movie file pinged into his incoming. It was Mike's girlfriend, Karynn. She was dressed in the elf costume Mike loved to fuck her in. The next couple of minutes shattered Mike's world. Brian must have been taking the video, because he was the only one not in it. She had a guy in each of her holes, and was jacking off one with each hand, and her eyes were glazed in a drug induced haze of lust. She was moaning and shuddering with her eyes rolled back as Jan's boyfriend thrust his cock into her mouth. She had Leilani's and Marcy's boyfriend's cocks in each of her hands, jacking them furiously as they pumped her fists like they were pussies. Kim's boyfriend was underneath her buried to the hilt in her cunt while Alicia's man was behind her, thrusting rapidly into her ass. They all laughed and hi fived before each of the douchebags pulled out and came on her face, tits or ass. The guys all joked that Mike was such a loser and had no idea they were banging his slut, or how many times they had done it while he was working, and that their dumb ass girlfriends had no idea what they were doing. They all bragged about tag teaming her every time Brian hooked her up with more coke, as that was the only way she could pay for her habit. She was begging for them to come back and fill her holes again since she hadn't cum yet. Her voice pitched to a high needy whine as she begged for either more coke or more cock. A small mirror with a line of powder was pushed in front of her, and she greedily snorted it, before grabbing the nearest limp cock and wantonly attempting to suckstart it back to life. She stopped long enough to look at the cameraman and say "Thanks, Brian. You wanna be my daddy and fuck my little whore asshole again? You guys can fuck me all weekend, and I'll go home and make my loser boyfriend suck your stale cum out of my holes! Wanna help make him my little sissy cuck?" Another movie file was sent. Brian and Karynn, his now apparently ex girlfriend, laughing as she wiped powder from her nostril and inhaled it again. She turned and bent over and let Brian stick his cock in her ass. She laughed as she told him she'd given Mike the story about not being able to wait to spend the weekend in Atlanta. They were in his bed. Brian. Fucked. Mike's. Girl. In. Mike's. Bed. Mike knew the day. Brian had listened to him talk about how excited he was to spend the weekend with her at the Con, then left to go get them lunch. He'd said he had gotten caught in traffic behind an accident. Mike was livid. If Brian had been there, Mike likely would have choked him out, probably beyond unconscious. He seethed as Brian messaged him again. Brian: Man, your girlfriend is one hot fuck! She loves my cock! Dude, she blew me and let me fuck her ass before I gave her to the guys! I can't believe you're such a loser you let a hot cunt like this get away from you! She's a complete whore! We'll talk about your new sissy duties when I get back, bitch boy! Mike: You do realize when you get home, I am going to beat you until your brother can't recognize you, right? I will make it my mission to destroy your life, and the lives of those fucking douchebags you're with. I hope nothing happens to your store while you're gone! Brian: Bitch, anything happens to my store and I'll fuck you up six ways from Sunday! My store better be pristine or I'll fuck your bitch's ass in front of you and make you suck my cum out before I make you suck me clean! Mike: You need to take this to heart. If I ever see you again, I am going to fuck you up so bad you'll never walk again. Don't ever contact me again. I'll think about whether your shop would look good with a gasoline bath while you're gone. Brian: Fuck you, you sissy bitch! You run my store or I'll fuck you and your little bitch up so bad, neither of you will ever be able to sit again! Then Mike blocked the number, stood with his hands shaking for a moment, nostrils flaring. He felt destroyed inside. He wanted to die, right then, right there. He screenshot the conversation and forwarded it to Derrick, along with the videos and a message that they needed to talk. It was late enough that he knew Derrick would be in bed, so he wouldn't get a response until morning. Then he messaged Karynn and told her to call him in the morning once she woke up. He mentioned nothing about the conversation or the video. We wanted to. He wanted to scream and cry and yell. He wanted to demand answers. But he needed to be calm when he spoke to her. Only after the messages were sent did he allow his composure to slip. He didn't know how he kept it together that long. "FUCK!" Mike yelled, tossing his phone onto the table and walking away, tears in his eyes. Rage clouded his face, and his fists clenched in fury. The ladies all jumped when he yelled, and looked at him in confusion and worry as he walked out of the room, then out of the house and screamed at the sky when he was outside. He realized he'd left his phone inside and unlocked when Jan and Kim came out and hugged him from both left and right. Jan was crying, and Kim looked ready to axe murder someone. "Mike, we saw the videos. We're so sorry," Jan said, sobbing into his shirt. Nobody said anything else for a few minutes, they just hugged with Mike in the middle, all trying to make their hurt and anger go away. Finally, they pulled Mike back into the house. Leilani, Marcy and Alicia were all in various states of distress, or pure fury, in Alicia's case. "Well," Jan said after a while, "I guess we're all single, now." "F...f...f-f-fuck! D..d..douche b-b-bags!" Kim cried. "I'm going to cut that cheating motherfucker's dick off and make him eat it!" Alicia seethed. A chorus of "yeah" circled around the room, sniffling and crying still happening. Marcy picked up her 20 sided die, and with a sigh, rolled it. "Alter Perception roll. None of us care about those useless fucking cuntbags" she intoned emotionlessly. Like a die roll could help them not feel the hurt and betrayal. The die stopped on 20. The sniffles and crying stopped. Mike felt the anger and hurt drain from him like a glass being emptied into the sink. He really didn't care if the whore banged his boss and former friends. Well...he cared, but the ache was dull and muted. The ladies each had the same look on their faces. None of them cared. He still did, but he had been with Karynn for four years. But it was over now. Then, shock. "Holy shit!" Mike said, "did...did that role just...make us feel better? Did it...affect the real world?" Stunned, Marcy looked at her die, shaking her head. "It doesn't work that way, does it?" She asked, "it's just a game! It can't affect the real world! Right?" "One way to test it," Leilani said, picking up her 20 sided die. "Alter Perception roll: Kim doesn't stutter anymore," she said, rolling the die. It came to a stop on 19. "Kim? Say something," Jan said. Blushing, Kim opened her mouth to speak, stopped in fear, then tried again. "I hope Mike can hear me talk without stuttering," she said, rushing, as the words came out clearly and perfectly. Her eyes opened wide, a gasp escaping her lips, as she cried out in relief and joy. "Passionately pleasurable pulsating pussy pounding plump pink penis!" She screamed out, a look of wild joy as she smiled. Apparently, she had a dirty mouth. "What the hell?" Alicia asked, "is this really happening? What else can we do?" She picked up her own die and prepared to roll it. "Alter reality roll: we all take on the forms of our characters for the night" she said, and rolled the die. "20!", Exclaimed a black skinned woman with 2 curved horns and a prehensile leathery tail sticking 3 feet out of the back of her rather brief "robes". Lots of skin showed, and her hair had turned a dark shade of red that flowed down her back in a long braid. Her tongue was forked, and her legs ended in small cloven hooves. The sides of her large, dark tits jutted from behind the abbreviated cloth halter top, and the bottoms were more robe themed loin cloth that only covered the crack of her ass and crotch, allowing plenty of supple cheek to show. She had turned into her Demonling. She was even more exotically beautiful than she had been before the roll. Arrayed before Mike was a bevy of exotic fantasy delight. Alicia as her Demonling. Beside her was a 6'3 vision of Nordic beauty and raw strength wearing an abbreviated set of fur lined leather halter top and bikini briefs must be Jan's barbarian, Gudrun. The halter did a poor job of containing what must have been at least G cup tits, as she was fondling and rubbing them in ecstatic delight. Next was the blue haired petite elf, standing 4'8, dressed in a leather corset, with diaphanous black silk sleeves and very tight black leather pants that appeared to be sprayed on to display a distinct camel toe and glorious ass. Her ears were long and pointed, and her blue eyes now had the quality of sapphires as she stared at Mike with smoky bedroom eyes. This was Kim as Whispersong. There was a fiery haired beauty, freckled and busty, with a golden tiara in her hair, wearing a nearly see through pink housecoat as a robe, with no underwear. Quarter sized areola with firm pencil eraser nipples and a heart shaped short pubic patch clearly on display, her whole body made to be a sexual playground. This was Marcy as she envisioned Marciella. Then there was the last. She stood 3 feet tall, with an hourglass figure and black hair pulled into twin pigtails. She had pouty lips and firm tits with a tight ass. She was dressed like a 3 foot tall exotic dancer in a leather bikini. This was Leilani as Penny Pigtails, the exotic dancing halfling bard. "Shit!" Piped the halfling, "I didn't realize how short 3 feet is! I should have chosen a taller race!" "I think you look like an adorably sexy snack," rumbled Gudrun, lustily, "I could keep you in my bag and pull you out whenever I needed something to...munch on while we travel." "So..." Mike started, then paused, clearly adjusting the tent forming in his pants, "do we keep on playing for the night?" "Oh, we're going to play," the elf said seductively, "I'm just thinking we need to take tonight's game in a new direction!" "I agree!" Jan said, "my turn. Alter reality roll: Mike becomes whatever NPC we are interacting with tonight to fulfill whatever fantasy we have!" She picked up and rolled, another 20. "Ok, I gotta ask," Mike said, "how is it nobody has rolled under a 17 tonight?" "Simple," replied the halfling, "we all bought loaded dice when we bought the game. Gotta say, too, I'm glad we did!" The smoky eyed elf who had been eye fucking every other person in the room picked up her die, kissing it, then holding it out with her other hand pointing at Mike. "Alter Reality roll: Mike will have no limit to how often his cock gets hard, and can cum a full strength load with every orgasm! His cock is also 3 inches longer, and proportionately girthier, than he is now, and adds another 3 inches to the normal size of whatever form he is in!" She grinned as she rolled, looking Mike right in the eye. She had been thinking of her own boyfriend's lack of impressiveness in the package department, and made her roll before finding out the peritnent facts. "Yay! Another 20!" Boomed the giant tittied lusty barbarian they all knew as Gudrun. "Oh, shit!" Mike exclaimed, pulling his pants out to look into them at his package. He had already been a respectable 7 inches at the beginning of the night! Sure enough, he saw a sizable difference. He thought he could mug somebody with what was in his boxer briefs now. Leilani got a wicked look in her halfling eye as she prepared to make another roll. "Alter Perception roll: Mike is no longer a one woman man. He is faithful to all 5 of us equally. None of us will feel any jealousy of the others as long as we all get time with Mike or each other," she declared, rolling the die before anyone could object. Another fucking 20, Mike saw with sudden great joy. He looked forward to many great times pleasing each of these amazingly delightful women. He grinned happily at the thought. Odd. He knew he'd just been changed, but felt ok with it. All 5 of the women cheered. Alicia grinned at Leilani, failing to look stern as she had initially intended. "You do realize I think you just made me bisexual?" She asked. "Whoa. Fucking sweet! I've wanted to know what you taste like for a while now," Leilani answered. Jan nodded, "me, too!" "And lastly, for the moment," Marciella said softly, picking her die up, "Alter reality roll: whenever one of our fantasies starts, the room changes to the matching scenery or terrain!" A 17 came up on the die, everybody feeling instinctively that it was a successful roll. "Oh, tonight is just going to be magical!" Jan clapped with excitement, with each of the other ladies nodding their heads in enthusiastic agreement, as they watched her enormous jugs bounce heroically when she clapped. The leather halter did not come near to properly containing them. "Before we start, I just HAVE to know what we're working with tonight!" Kim purred, rubbing against Mike's crotch through his pants. Once she felt substantial bulge, she quickly undid his belt, opened his pants, and pulled them and his boxer briefs down. A meaty fencepost almost smacked her in the cheek before she pulled back, eyes opened wide in disbelief. "Oh. My. GOD! How big was it before?" She asked, looking up at his eyes from the other side of that weapon of ass destruction. "Well," Mike blushed

, "I WAS 7 inches..." "Shit. I was thinking of James and his widdle biddy 5 inch dingus. Well, I have no problems with going from one extreme to the other!" She announced. She had spoken more out loud since the die was rolled ending her stutter than Mike had heard her speak in the 7 months he had known her. Whispersong the elf looked like a mouse being hypnotized by a snake as Mike's new and improved combat gear bobbed up and down in time to his pulse. She licked her lips and seemed to be praying as she looked at it hungrily. "Well, I guess we should start with the fantasies you ladies have been harboring. Will you roll initiatives to see who goes first?" Mike asked, ready to put his new equipment to use. "Since we all know Kim has been drooling over you since she first laid eyes on you, I vote she goes first," Leilani quipped. A chorus of agreement resounded from the other three as Kim, in her guise as Whispersong, nearly cried in thanks to them. "Ok, Mike," she whispered to him, "here we go." \------------------------------------------------- Mikael slowly came to. His head was foggy and he could feel a goose egg on the back of his head buried behind his long hair. He checked himself for further wounds, his muscular arms checking his broad chest and thickly muscled legs felt fine. His stomach was rippled with muscle and seemed intact. "Here, sit up," a feminine voice whispered softly, her voice more felt than heard. "What happened," he asked, as the fog slowly dissipated from his head. The beautiful elf in black leather and silk holding him seemed somehow familiar, but he couldn't figure out from whence he knew her. She had 2 wickedly curved long knives on her back, the handles protruding above her shoulders. They were beyond the city walls, in the thickest part of the forest. He remembered he had been out hunting with his retinue and his harpy of a wife. Since he had been married, the ranger rarely got out into the wilds anymore, the harpy his parents had forced him to marry would shriek usually if he mentioned it. He had felt the presence of two more of her men at arms in the woods behind him, and wondered if she had tired of him and was going to try to get to the inheritance his parents had left him by simply having him murdered. He was surprised it had taken her this long. He had been prepared to spring into action, nock an arrow, and defend himself from the bloodthirsty cuckolding thugs when everything had gone black after his noble cunt of a wife started shrieking at something. "What happened was I was out here, minding my own business, when this shrill shrew of a woman starts yelling at me, and calling me long ear, an almond eyed slut, and a skinny sexless waif," she whispered, a look of disgust in her eyes, "and screamed that my presence would not upset her plans, and blah blah blah, something something bitchy." "So, I looked and saw she was accompanied by what must be the prettiest man in the city, all long hair and hard muscle, and wearing a wedding band matching hers. I saw his raven black hair, his wife's peak. His strong jaw and cheekbones were delicious So I did what any self respecting thieving guild mistress would do, and stole him," she said, matter of factly. "You...stole me...thieving guild mistress? You...you're Whispersong, aren't you? Mistress of The Cat's Cradle? What do you intend to do with me? I'm rather sure that the vile shrew you heard yelling would rather let me die than to pay a ransom. I'm actually pretty sure she was about to try to have me killed. You only give her the opportunity to rut with those thugs she called a retinue" he said matter of factly. "Ransom? My lovely man, why would I ever give back something I have stolen? I steal because I want what I take. I wanted you, thus, I stole you. Now, take off your clothes," she said casually. "Take off my clothes?" He asked. A knife was pointed at his throat before he could detect movement, as he found himself again on his back. Two passionate eyes stared at him from above. "Take," snick went the first leather thong keeping his shirt closed with a flick of the razor sharp blade, "off," snick, "your clothes," snick went the last thong. "Yes, yes! Alright!" He said, suiting action to words as he took his clothes off in short order. His manhood was becoming engorged in the presence of this beautiful elf in extraordinarily tight leather. Her voice was whispered promises of unknowable bliss, her scent inspiring great arousal. She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman, human or otherwise, he had ever seen. "Might I ask...how does one steal a man? I assume it involved violence, as I woke up with quite the headache," he asked as he continued undressing before her critical eye. "I beaned that hideous shrew in the head with a rock, then, to be safe, I beaned your horse, which bucked and threw you to the ground. You hit your head on a rock and passed out. Then, I bribed her guards with 50 gold coins I have buried further in the woods. They left to go get their money! I left her bereft of clothes deeper in the wood." She answered with a wicked smile. "You have 50 gold coins?" He asked, disbelieving. The local nobility did everything they could to keep gold out of the hands of the commoners. She snorted, "Gods, no! Why would I bury good money that could be spent on drink and pleasure boys and pleasure girls? I followed them, sneakily, of course, and when they spoke of killing you so they could all take turns shagging your wife, I grew disgusted and waited for them to split up. Once they did, they each got the knife. That's what they get for plotting to kill what I rightfully stole." He laughed in delight. He liked this bold young elf. He was almost finished undressing, yet held off momentarily before revealing what she probably wanted most to see. "Well, my young mistress, do you like what you have stolen so far?" He asked, shorn of all but his underbeeches, his muscular chest, arms and legs on display. She looked at him hungrily, a long knife poised to cut off the underbreeches if he took too much longer. "So far, but if you don't hurry and show me your sword, I will remove it and take it with me!" She said, impatiently. "Alright, alright! Patience! Your kind are supposed to be renowned for long life and patience!" He said, dragging down his underbreeches. She gasped and dodged back as a huge cock the likes of which she had never imagined almost knocked her unconscious. It was enormous! "Mike, what the fuck? That has to be 13 inches if it's a centimeter!" She cried out, running a single finger up and down it's unbelievable length. "Madam, my name is Mikael, not Mike. I would not dream of altering your name, please do me the same courtesy! And my sword has been this size since I was 14. It's the reason my wife ruts with the guards and servants. She is afraid of it, and refuses to let me sheathe it in her after her first attempt!" "You don't remember being Mike," she whispered, remembering the rolls from earlier...Mike BECOMES whatever NPC we are dealing with...and her own...Mike's cock will always be 3 inches longer than what is normal for who he is... Good gods, this was AWESOME! "Can you use that weapon?" She asked sharply, masking her excitement. "Mistress, there are 3 weapons of which I am the supreme master. My cock, my tongue, and my bow. I came out today expecting to exercise my skill with one, and find instead I will be showing my mastery of the other two." He answered with confidence. "Sweet Lady of Lust! This is amazing!" She whispered, before sticking out her tongue and running it from the bottom of his coin purse and up the long, long route to the helmet. Mikael gasped as she took his helmet into her mouth, and working his shaft with a spit lubed hand that could only reach about halfway around it. She was stretching her jaw almost as wide as she could to fit the plum sized head into her mouth. Christ on a pogo stick, this thing was almost as long as her forearm, and bigger around! She hummed in glee as she set about taking his first 4 inches into her mouth, all her skull could fit, but enough to leave her head buzzing like she'd smoked a joint. The taste of his precum was heavenly. Off in the woods nearby, 4 figures, a halfling, a demonling, a fiery redhead priestess and a blond barbarian, watched in stupefied horny jealousy as their elven friend dealt with a monstrous example of pussy destroying potential. The area around them smelled heavily of feminine arousal as each woman though of their own fantasies, impatient for their own turns. "I'm gonna need to make an alteration to my character sheet," the halfling whispered as her hands explored her thoroughly soaked bikini bottoms, "that man meat is almost half as long as I am tall, and I WILL take it all in me!" Whispersong worked her tongue and wet kisses everywhere on the shaft that she could, before Mikael sat up and gently pushed her back. When she growled an animal warning deep in her throat, he held his hands up in a calming manner. "Forgive me, mistress Whispersong, but one of us is a bit overdressed for the current activities! Kindly get naked so I might return the favor of an oral display." He said calmly, despite his monstrously engorged cock rocking back and forth like a batter at a baseball game taking practice swings. Frustrated with the lack of speed involved in removing her corset, silks and leather pants, Whispersong expedited the process by use of her long knife. She cut the strings on the corset, and sliced the belt on the pants, then tore the clothes off with speed and determination the likes of which Mikael had never seen. She was bare of any clothes within moments. She dove back onto that deliciously humongous piece of womb wrecking equipment, desperate to taste more of the precum that was leaking from the tip like a dripping faucet. Her own cunt was dripping honey down her thighs at an incredible rate. She had never been this horny in her life. Mikael grabbed her ankle, and pulled her astride himself so her delectable honeypot was above his face and they were in a 69. He grabbed her ass and pulled her dripping cunt down to his face and began to lap at her folds as she tried to choke herself on his meaty lance. Within moments, his tongue had her writhing about on his face, grinding her wet cunt into him, and moaning and whining onto the shaft she had her face impaled upon. His tongue danced across her folds, dipped into her slit and scooped out her nectar. He circled her clit and pressed it from all sides before strumming it with this tongue. He pulled her muscular cheeks apart and stared at her dainty rosebud as he plunged into her twat with his tongue. He briefly pulled out and ran it lightly over the little pucker, causing a squeal and Whispersong's back to buck wildly as she pushed her ass against his tongue. He firmed it and pressed it into her ass, tasting the leather that had been tightly wrapped up between her cheeks, and he pressed 2 fingers into her cunt, sawing them in and out as he tongue fucked her rosebud. Her moans increased in strength as she picked up speed on her up and down movements over the portion of his cock she could fit in her mouth, until she shuddered and came, her ass constricting about his tongue and her cunt muscles tightening about his fingers, as her honeyed girl cum flowed out of her entrance and soaked his chin. His own orgasm was imminent, he could feel it rising like leviathan from the depths. His hips began to thrust upwards, pushing more of his shaft into her mouth. "I'm going to come, mistress Whispersong," he told her. When she made to pull off of his member to stroke him to completion, his hand reached down to hold her in place. She made a whimpering, worried sound, but he held firm. "I'm sorry, young mistress, but I must insist that you take my seed into your mouth and swallow it. It is coming," he grunted, as he sprayed rope after rope after rope of cum into the back of her throat, allowing his cock to come out just to the head. The pretty young elf swallowed as fast as she could, but never imagined one cock could cum so much in a single orgasm. There must have been 15 pulses of it. It seemed neverending. The taste was divine, but she had difficulty keeping up. There were tears in her eyes, and some of his cum had escaped her mouth and ran down her chin. Gasping for breath, she pulled herself off of his cock and laid her head down beside it, staring up at it as it towered over her face like some ancient obelisk full of secret wisdom or power. She knew she was falling under its power. She didn't think she was upset with that prospect. She shuddered through another orgasm as she thought about what would happen next. Mikael lifted her petite body off of his own and sat her kneeling beside him. He scooped up the cum that had escaped her mouth and held it to her lips. "Now, now, my dear. We can't waste any of it," as she opened her mouth and licked his fingers clean and swallowed the last of his sperm. Gods, she was so wet! He got up onto his knees, and pushed her over on to her own as he took up position behind her. She arched her back to present her hairless elven cunt to him, mewling with need. "Put that monster in me! Fuck me now!" She demanded. "I'm afraid that's not how this is going to work," Mikael calmly responded. "Fuck me now or I'll cut this cock off and use it on myself!" She replied hotly, drawing a long knife and turning to menace him with it. He casually caught her wrist and twisted, causing her hand to open and disarming her. He pushed her back around and down. "No. This is how this will happen, young mistress Whispersong. If I push my cock into this needy twat, it belongs to me. I will ruin you for any other man, ever. I've been cuckolded, and will never again allow it. If you want my cock to grace your folds and fill you with my seed, I'm afraid you will have to...beg for it. "You will acknowledge that you belong to me, body and soul. Your mouth. Your cunt. Your ass. All are mine. If that is acceptable, you may now beg. If not, you may take your clothes and begone from my presence. What will it be?" She glared at him balefully, yet filled with need. She was undeniably more aroused than she had ever been in her life, and deep inside, elated that her fantasy was becoming reality. "I have one condition. I will do all you ask, but only if I may call you Mike. You may have my mouth, my cunt, and my ass at your leisure, but ONLY if I may call you Mike." She panted, obviously turned on beyond all experience. Mikael thought about it. He disliked his name being changed, but this young elf was an absolute delight, and the prettiest woman he had ever encountered. "I accede to your request. You, and you alone, may call me Mike, or Sir, at your discretion," he agreed. "Then...please Mike...Fuck me! I need your cock in me! I beg you to fill me with your seed. Claim my cunt! Claim my ass! Mark me as yours forever so no man will ever tempt me away from you! Whatever you want, just please jam that fat fencepost in my needy cunt and make me yours!" She begged wantonly. "With great pleasure, my young beauty!" Mikael said, grabbing Whispersong by the hips and slowly pushing his monstrous shaft into her needy wet depths. In one long, inexorable thrust, he slowly penetrated to her deepest depths, pushing aside her cervix at an angle and, feeling every decimeter of movement, eventually bottomed out in the petite elven beauty. Her eyes had gone crossed and she was uttering only disjointed syllables, "my....uh....frig...bru..." as she pushed back against him. Once his thighs touched her own, he stopped to ensure she was as able to get as adjusted to his size as she could. Mikael started to slowly thrust in and out, to a constant whimpered moaning, Whispersong trying to find control of her voice as the man with a giant's cock attempted to split her in half like a piece of cordwood. In and out he sawed, his rod so thick it's every movement scraped across her g spot, making the elf shudder and utter more nonsense syllables. After her third shuddering orgasm he pushed her head down to the ground and kept it there, as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Her groans become cries of passion, her vision darkening as bliss overrode her senses. Her whole existence became centered on the exquisite sensations in her dripping, spasming pussy, stretched wide and pounded by the largest object she had ever imagined could penetrate her. She couldn't even form the thoughts to wish she could scream words, her most coherent thoughts being uttered out loud as "guh...guh...guh...guh.." as her eyes were rolled back in her head. In the woods, Alicia giggled, "my God, I think he just fucked another speech impediment into her!" All 4 women had their hands down below, playing in their wetness, edging themselves, all trying to time their climaxes to those of the two they spied from a distance. Alicia was experimentally rubbing her demonling's tail across her clit, and debated seeing if she could use it to fuck herself. Mikael pounded into Whispersong, sawing his 13 inches of weapons grade man meat into her depths at a rate a jackhammer would envy, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with enough force to make her squirt a small eruption of girl juice onto them that dripped down and soaked his thighs. Her entrance was drenched in frothed juices that foamed and fell onto the ground below them. After what felt like days, his pace began to quicken, his thrusts growing in power as he slammed even deeper, Whispersong sure she could feel him hitting her stomach. He grew into a frenzy of thrusts with gut churning urgency. "Whispersong, I claim this cunt as my own, and ruined for any other man for as long as I live!" He growled, as he blasted her insides with another unbelievable torrent of seed, filling her quickly before his thrusts began to pump the overflow of semen out in squelching spurts that coated both of their thighs and legs. She screamed at the top of her lungs in the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt, the volume enough to wake the forest, sending flocks of birds squawking indignantly as they flew away. Small animals left the area as though pursued by predators, and she gasped and panted and knew she would be lucky to ever have a fully formed thought again. Mikael slowly pulled his cum soaked giant cock from her stretched and drenched pussy with a sucking pop, as Whispersong collapsed onto the forest floor in front of him, desperately gulping down air. She crawled slowly on her belly, all the movement she was currently capable of, and curled up into a fetal position at Mikael's side as he stretched out to unlink the muscles that had tightened during their coupling. He fished in his pack for the wine skin and put the nipple into her mouth, letting her drink deeply to quench the thirst her constant cries had generated. Once she was done, he drank deeply himself. He gave Whispersong a few minutes to collect herself before either of them moved the slightest bit more. "Thank you, Sir! I belong to you and only you,now, Mike!" She gasped when she could form words again. "Not quite yet, my dear. You don't belong to me quite yet," he replied calmly. She looked up at him questioningly, worriedly, wondering if she had done something wrong or displeased him, that he would not claim her. "Why not, Mike? You just fucked me stupid and dumped about a gallon of seed in me! How can I not be yours?" She demanded in a piteous tone. "Relax, my beautiful Whispersong. Yes, I just claimed your beautiful twat, my dear. But I have not yet claimed your tight little bum. You can't be claimed until I have marked each of your perfect little holes, and so far, I have claimed but two," he said soothingly. Hearing this brought a mixed feeling of joy and trepidation to her core. She wanted to belong to this wonderful man, and to Mike, who was playing host to this incredible fantastical panty ruining fuck session. But she feared what that turgid torpedo would do to her dainty back door. \--------------------------------------- In the woods nearby, 4 exhausted, panting women lay in a cuddle puddle of intertwined arms and legs, every one of them having had a screaming intense orgasm when the dainty puddle of an elf a short distance away had tried to wake the dead with her own screaming orgasm. Eyes had crossed. Pussies had gushed. Legs had gone weak, and then they were all gasping from the afterglow of shared orgasm during mutual masturbation as they observed the most energetic and erotic live porn show they had ever seen. To know it was literally the fantasy of one of their best friends made it even more special. \------------------------------------------- In the end, the need to belong to Mike, to fully submit, drove Whispersong to beg for Mikael to take her tight anus and make it his. "Please, Mike," she pleaded, "please take my ass! Stretch it out with that polearm and fill my ass with your cum! I want to be yours! I need to be yours!" "Don't worry, my sweet," he told her, "I will claim it, and I will be as gentle as possible. At first. There is no need to fear." Mikael rolled her to her back, and pulled her feet up to lay over his shoulders. He gathered some of the froth that was on her thighs and at her entrance, and worked it around and into her tight sphincter. She moaned as he worked a finger in as far as it would go, until his hand was against her ass. Then he worked in another, spreading the fingers as he worked them in and out and stretched out her rectum. He leaned forward, and took a dainty, diamond hard nipple into his mouth, and bit it gently as she moaned in wanton need. Her chest thrust up at him even as she pushed her ass back against his invading fingers. He scooped more fluids and worked in a third finger, stretching them in her rectum, as she writhed and moaned and pushed back against his hand with increased urgency. She clenched her ass and came, muscles grasping Mikael's fingers as she fought to bring in more air. When her climax had ended, and Mikael could freely move his fingers in her ass again, he withdrew them, and lined his cock up to her soaked cunt, driving in for three or four thrusts to coat himself in their juices, before pulling out and shifting his head down to her pucker. Slowly but firmly, he pushed against her back door. Her legs were held back, her feet now laying flat against his upper shoulders, she begged him to keep going. With a sigh from him and only a slight burst of a gasp from her, his plum sized head broke past the outer ring of her rectum, and he was inside her ass. It was a slow process, feeding in his cock an inch, then waiting for her to adjust, then another inch. It took forever, but eventually his thighs met her ass, and he was buried to the hilt in her ass, as she shook through another orgasm at the end. He gave her time to settle, then started to gently thrust in and out, her breathing quickly matching his pace. Gasp in when he pushed in, hard exhale when he withdrew. He kept that slow pace for a couple of minutes to ensure she had gotten used to the size. When she gave a nod that she was ready, his pace quickened. Her moans became a staccato of "uh..uh..ah..ah..uh..uh!" Her eyes went unfocused and stared at him, her brain again short circuited to prevent any more conscious thought than "fuck fuck fuck fuck! Fuck me!" Her hips thrust back at Mikael with urgency, her pussy leaking dew in a steady stream down her thighs and around their joining at her back door, slickening and further lubing his giant rod as it plumbed her depths. His hands worked her tits, mashing them against her body and palming her nipples, grinding them in with the rest, as he leaned forward and devoured her mouth, tongue lashing out and catching hers, as she grunted into his mouth with each thrust, staring into his eyes with blind animal lust as she was taken hard and fast. He sat back up and reached to hold her legs near their base while he again quickened his pace, as her ass stretched further than she had ever dreamed, the ring holding tight about his shaft as he gave her long continuous thrusts. "Fill...me...cum...claim...me....fuck...me...yours," she grunted with each thrust, "yours...forever..." She then stopped, her eyes bulging before closing tightly as her whole body began to quake, an orgasm to match her screaming climax from before, as she let loose a broken voiced cry, gripping him with her ass and milking him. Mikael could last no longer. He gave two more thrusts, as hard and deep as he could, and buried himself deep inside her bowels as he grunted and spewed forth the prodigious amount of seed that would now be his regular load. "This ass is MINE!" He yelled, pulling out and spraying his last few ropes onto Whispersong's stomach. The elf had passed out during her climax, and he followed suit a moment later. \------------------------------------------- "Holy fuck! I can't believe how fucking hot that was!" A very excited Leilani exclaimed, "I'm so fucking hot! I can't wait for my turn!" A chorus of agreements sounded as Mike opened his eyes. He remembered being Mikael. Dominating Kim. His eyes shot open wide as he got up, woozy and lightheaded for a moment, and stumbled to find her. "Kim!" He cried out when he saw her lying, leaking cum out of her ass and her pussy, eyes rolling, still, as she moaned. "Kim, I'm sorry. I wasn't myself! Are you ok?" He asked worriedly. She smiled a dreamy, satisfied smile as she rolled to look at him. She was back to her normal appearance. She pulled herself over and kissed him with as much energy as she had left, which wasn't a lot. "Mmmmmm. I'm perfect! That was exactly how I've fantasized it! And I'm yours now, Mike. Anywhere, any hole, any time! I gave myself to you! It was Mikael who took me, but it was you I gave myself to. That was incredible!" She said softly into his ear, before slumping down and falling asleep. "What do you mean it wasn't you?" Marcy asked. "I mean, I had no recollection of ever being ME. Mike. So far as I knew, I was and always had been Mikael. I still remember what it was like to be him. Most of the old memories have faded, but while I was Mikael, I had the memories of a man who had grown up and lived as a Ranger in a loveless cuckold marriage to a cunt of a noblewoman," he explained "Before we do anything else," Alicia called attention to herself, still appearing as the ebony skinned Demonling, "we need to take care of some revenge. A little payback for you to our former boyfriends." "What did you have in mind?" Jan asked, curious. She knelt down on the floor in front of Mike and pulled his cock back out of his pants, flicking her long forked tongue out at him sexily. "First, Make sure Kim doesn't fully pass out, yet. We're gonna blow Mike until he busts a huge nut all over Kim's face, then take a picture of her marked face with Mike's big ole' cock right there. We"ll do that for each of us once we're back to normal. Then we'll send the pics to our useless has-beens to tell them we all have a new man," she outlined the start of our mutual revenge. "I like it!" Marcy stated definitely. "Sounds delicious," piped up Leilani, still rubbing herself through her bikini bottom. Jan only smiled a savage smile as she nodded. "Mmmmhmmmmmmmmm," came a breathy moan from Kim's spot on the floor. "Good," Jan said. "But I want to make sure Brian gets payback, as well." "I'll be handling that fucking shit stains payback myself," Mike said, "only a complete fucking idiot fucks with a man who can get him out away for most of the rest of his life." "What do you have in mind?" Leilani asked "I'll tell you lovely ladies tomorrow. Tonight is for us to fuck our silly brains out," he replied. Jan helped Kim sit up as Alicia leaned forward and wrapped that incredibly soft forked tongue around Mike's shaft, as Leilani's short form appeared between his legs and she took to lapping at his balls and gently sucking each one into her mouth. Marcy appeared opposite Alicia and they all three worked on blowing him, while Jan pushed her leather briefs down and started to Jill herself to the show, licking her lusty lips as she eyed Mike like a hungry wolf. With three determined cock wranglers, it wasn't a full two minutes before Mike felt his balls starting to tighten up. Jan scooted Kim over and took her now normal sized huge tits and pushed them together around Mike's cock. She used the drrol left behind by the ladies as lube as use used Kim's tits to titfuck Mike to completion. Kim and Mike both moaned, the feeling new to each of them, two pairs of eyes rolled back and their moths hanging open, until Mike grunted he was about to cum. Jan pulled Kim's tits apart and let Mike's cock free, as she gave each of Kim's nipples a pinch and a light twist. Alicia grabbed and directed Mike's cock like a firehouse, and shortly Kim was absolutely covered in his Jizz. From the top of her face, with some in her hair, all the way down, with cum dripping from her chin and onto her tits. She opened her cum drunk eyes and smiled dreamily with a peace sign as Mike's cock rested on top of her head, dangling down past her mouth, as she kissed the shaft for the photo. Alicia stepped back and took another picture, with Kim wrapped around Mike's naked leg like a fully pornographic Frank Frazetta poster, with her looking up and taking the tip of the beast into her mouth as she stared wantonly up at everybody's new man. She took her phone and sent the pics to her loser ex boyfriend with a message as she smiled and then blocked hIs number. Kim: Hey, you cheating fucker! 2 can play that game! I got myself a new man tonight. Say hello to Mike's dick, peewee! He fucked your name right out of my head! Within a minute, Mike had notifications on his phone. A message from Kim's now ex boyfriend, James. James: Motherfucker! You fucked my bitch? You touched my bitch's pussy! I'm gonna kick your sorry bitch ass as soon as we get home. Then I'm gonna fuck her up for cheating on me! Mike: Actually, I fucked Kim's mouth, pussy, AND ass. And she fucking loved it! Something tells me she wasn't getting the dick she deserved, but I fixed that for you. Ok, I'm gonna be away from my phone for a bit. The ladies are deciding who I get to play 3 hole Monty with next. Later, fuckwit! "That was....cathartic," Mike said to the ladies, "Thank you for that wonderful idea, and the incredible blowjob. Now, who goes next?" As the ladies were talking, Mike downed about a quarter of the snack tray. He was ravenous. He wondered if changing shape and the change to his ability to cum as often as he got hard required more calories. As he finished, he heard multiple dice rolling, and turned to see what was going on. Each lady had rolled a die, with Leilani looking triumphant. "We rolled initiative!" She said triumphantly, "and since I have the highest prowess and improved initiative, I go first, then it's Jan, Alicia, and finally Marcy." "Seems fair to me," I said. "Great. One last thing before we get started," Leilani's shortened form stated definitively. She picked up her die and rolled it around in her hand. "Alter Reality roll: Penny Pigtails' character sheet lists a magic mouth, pussy, and asshole. They remain tight, but can fit any size cock, even shifting organs to accommodate it!" She declared, rolling, adding, "otherwise, your ginormous cock might kill me!" The roll came up 19. "Thank the gods for loaded dice!" She cackled. "Alright, Studly Do-Right, you ready to bang the fuck out of a 3 foot tall hottie? I'm warning you before we start, I am one twisted little bitch!" She cackled, rubbing her hands together, as Mike's head went dark. He wondered what he was going to be when he woke up. \----------------------------------------- More to cum soon!

BOOD. That is what Sue told Zoe she called her perfect vibrator. They were in Sue's bedroom doing some minor re-decorating. The vibrator had been in the drawer of Sue's nightstand and when Zoe removed the drawer so the nightstand could be moved it caught her eye. Sue and Zoe were teachers on summer vacation and good friends. They were both married although "happily so" was not an applicable phrase to the state of their respective matrimony. Zoe had her own assortment of BOOD's but had never seen anything like the one Sue had. It fit over the hand like a glove and had soft rubber nibs on the surface that were spaced over the palm and fingers. The nibs towards the fingertips were longer, thicker, and widely spaced. The middle finger was wider, extra long and the extension was bendable. That section of the device had nibs surrounding the middle finger. The finger could be set to move in a circle by a separate switch. The nibs at the base of the fingers and on the palm, (the ones that would be in contact with the clit), were short and so closely spaced it looked like velvet. The power pack and controls were over the back of the hand. It had three speeds but Sue never used the highest because her body reacted violently to it and she could not keep it in place, which in turn resulted in incomplete orgasms. "Sue, where did you get this?" "Mom got it in Amsterdam. She bought five, one for me, one for my sister Rhonda, one for my sister Carly, one for her sister and one for herself. She told me her sister, Aunt Wendy, is so addicted to hers that she carries it in her purse and has actually used it in dressing rooms and public restrooms. She claims she has made close friends because of it. Aunt Wendy is the boldest woman I know." "Can I borrow it?" "No way. My baby never leaves my bedroom. You can try it here if you want. I can give you two some privacy for a few minutes while I go and fix us lunch." "I don't know. It would feel weird to do that on your bed." "That is silly, my bed would enjoy being used for sex and would love to taste some different, umm, fluids." They both giggled at the mental image. Sue then showed Zoe the controls on the back of the device and left the room saying, "Have fun." Whether consciously or not Sue did not close the bedroom door when she went out. As she was finishing preparing lunch she heard the device come to life and an immediate groan from Zoe. Sue's nipples jumped and her pussy became very wet. Her experiences with sex with another woman had been few and far between. It had been years since the last one. Zoe was a very pretty lady but having sex with her had never crossed her mind, until now. They were almost the same size although was Zoe maybe five pounds heavier. Neither was particularly tall. Sue was a redhead with a nice smattering of freckles, small tits with big nipples and a world-class ass. Zoe was a brunette with nice tits, a nice ass and a very pretty face. She could not help herself as her feet took her to the bedroom door. She saw Zoe was completely naked and in the midst of an orgasm. The only thing either had worn that morning was loose shorts and tube tops. Sue felt overdressed. Still at the doorway she shed her clothes and one hand immediately sought a tit as the other hand sped to her pussy. Zoe had recovered somewhat from her orgasm and watched Sue. The device was still alive and pressed to her pussy. Sue saw the look of hunger in Zoe's eyes and soon closed the gap between them. She joined Zoe in bed and promptly covered her lips with her own as her hand covered Zoe's hand over the device. Sue turned the switch to the next higher speed. Zoe's hips flew off the bed and she growled. Sue draped half her body over Zoe and began to devour her tits. Zoe plunged into a long series of orgasms until she was crying and begging for a stop. Sue switched the device to low then to off. She lifted her hand off device but Zoe kept the device over her pussy for a while. Sue released the nipple from her mouth and kissed her newfound lover on the lips as she recovered. "Now that was intense!" Zoe said. "I can see why you guard this thing. By the way, thanks for helping. I confess that I have wanted your mouth on my tits for a long time. You can have them anytime you want you know." "Like now?" Sue said as she slid each nipple between her lips. She did not stop there and continued kissing as she traveled to Zoe's still trembling pussy. She knew to treat it gently, her battery operated lover tenderized pussies. Nevertheless Zoe was soon on her way to another orgasm. Sue was reminded that she really did love eating pussy. She told herself she would never allow so much time slip by as she had before doing it again. She hoped the pussy on her mouth would be available often. Zoe's orgasm also reminded her of the sense of pride and accomplishment that came when giving pussy licking induced cums. Sue had not finished kissing her way back up when Zoe started kissing her way down. She bypassed Sue's tits completely and made a beeline to her pussy. Zoe was an expert cunt-licker. As opposed to Sue she ate pussy on a regular basis and quickly had Sue in a long series of orgasms. After Sue had a particularly spectacular cum Zoe turned her body and planted her pussy on Sue's face. She placed the BOOD over Sue's pussy and turned it on. The intensity of the situation kept Sue from properly paying attention to the pussy on her mouth and it became impossible when Zoe turned the device to medium. Her arms hugged Zoe's ass to her and mashed her pussy into her mouth as cum after cum threatened to overwhelm her. Then Zoe turned it to high. The only reason Zoe could keep the device in place was because her body fully covered Sue's and yet she still felt herself bucked almost to the ceiling. The spasms and the primeval howl coming from Sue gave Zoe her own orgasm. Sue suddenly became silent and stopped moving. Zoe turned the device off and reversed her position to check on Sue. She was out like a light. Zoe placed a thigh over Sue's pussy; a tit over her tit, then softly kissed and caressed her old friend and new lover. Sue was returning Zoe's kisses before she was fully aware of her surroundings. "Did you have a nice trip?" Zoe asked Sue. "Yes, very nice. Just like falling down Niagara Falls. We can't do that again, at least not soon. I really worried whether I would survive it." "On your list of top five cums where would you rank that?" "Number one by a wide margin. Number two was the one you gave me with your tongue just before that. That's the one I want repeated often, please." "No problem. Did you fix us lunch? I know we just ate but I am starving." Sue giggled at Zoe's joke and said, "Help me to the kitchen. My legs feel like linguini. Lunch is already on the table." They padded into the kitchen naked and after their soup and sandwich they brewed a pot of coffee. Between sips Sue said, "Zoe, I want to apologize for not attacking your naked body sooner. It will never take that long again." "Well I should hope not. My tits cried every time we were together and you did not love them. I am surprised that they have already forgiven you." "I am glad to hear that. What about your pussy?" "It is unconvinced. You are lucky it is still mostly numb but you can expect it will demand satisfaction real soon." "I have it cumming I guess." That last line broke the barrier holding back their giggles. They shared a lover's kiss and returned to their original plan, which was a bit of redecoration. While they worked Zoe invited Sue to a lingerie home demonstration party. Sue commented that she really did not have a good reason to get any nice lingerie. "It would be nice if you bought one item just to keep the parties going," Zoe said. "But the important thing is the party. I guarantee you will be very satisfied with the companionship. It would a nice place to bring your baby here," Zoe said as she put BOOD back in the nightstand drawer. "Just what kind of party is it?" Sue asked with wide eyes. "That kind of party," Zoe answered with a mischievous grin. After a short period of stunned silence Sue said, "OK." They did not dress until it was time to part. Zoe kissed Sue twice as they walked to the front door. Just before opening the door Zoe pulled Sue's top down and clamped her mouth over each of her small tits. "I'm sorry, I knew I was forgetting something," Zoe said in apology. "Forgive me?" "I am glad you did that, our feelings may have gotten hurt. Do it again to prove your sincerity," answered Sue. Zoe loved Sue's tits long enough and with enough dedication to bring her to a nice orgasm. "Hmmm, that is good to know," commented Zoe as she kissed Sue's lips. She kissed Sue again and said, "We redecorate the Jacuzzi room tomorrow, right?" "Right. A little earlier, maybe? Nine? "OK." Another kiss and she was gone. The fact that Sue did not have a Jacuzzi room seemed inconsequential. Bradley's P.O.V In a small Suburban Strip Club in New York City, I, who one could describe as Tall, Dark, and Handsome, walked inside. My eyes scanned the area silently, seeing lustful men receiving Lap Dances by the Women who worked there. I wore a Dark Blue Armani Business Suit, that covered up most of my tattoos except the ones on my neck and hands. With Paul Smith brand Turner Oxford Black Lace up Shoes. A Business Style Parted Haircut. Dark Brown, smoothed to the side. As I stepped inside of the Strip Club, a delightful smell hit my nose the, scents of Citrus, bananas, and a hint of marshmallow. I couldn't figure out where the source was coming from. So I pushed it aside for the moment. I watched, and listened as a man introduced a new stripper. "Good evening men, and some ladies." He smiled. "I would like to introduce you to our newest member of the family. She's a little shy, but give a round of applause to the Exotic M." She walked out on stage, and I was instantly hypnotized by her. Something deep down in my soul called to her... I observed her intensely from the spot where I was standing. She had a beautiful Caramel skin tone. Her Lips were Cherry red from her lipstick, though her Clothing was Black, a Mesh Bra, with Lace Panties, and a Belt strapped to the Lace Stockings she wore. My eyes trailed up and down her body slowly. Then I felt a sudden Claim over her. But I shrugged it off. I'm with my cousins Cameron, and Ricky, who are also my best friends. They wanted to bring me out of the Pack House for awhile. They thought I needed a break from work and the pack house for a while, so they talked me into coming to a Strip Club. "To get laid," as Cameron says. "Mr. Eastwood, right this way." One of the Hostesses say, guiding us to the V.I.P section of the club. The scent hit me again, only it was stronger than before. I sniffed the air discreetly, trying to detect the scent. Where it was coming from. We took our seats, which were located near the Stage. "My name is Mindy, and I'll be your Hostess for this evening. What would you guys like to drink?" A waitress said, with Blonde Hair, and nice tits that weren't covered by a Bra. She only had on a Purple thong, with heels to match. She was a good looking girl. "Can we all get shots?" Cameron asked in a cheery tone, while eying the room full of Nude women. "Yes, of course." She said, winking at me. The Scent hit me again, knocking me out. It smelled so delicious. I looked at the woman that piqued my interest on stage, captivating in her delicious medium dark coffee colored skin. I hear a muffled yell in my head. I begin to pay more attention to it, more like him. Maximus, my wolf. "ITS OUR MATE!! SHE'S MINE. MINE." Maximus chanted in my head. I whipped my head back on stage quickly, glancing back toward the Female Stripper. My Wolf growled when he heard a man speak. He said, "Yeah, shake it for me, Honey." I looked at my Mate in anger. She glanced at me, and looked away. My heart was racing. Why would she parade that perfect body of hers around a pole for money? She's such a beautiful girl. And my Wolf was angered by her actions. Even though she didn't know she was our Mate, she would soon find out. I watched as she walked off the stage, looking at me. A Waitress came over to our table. The same one from before. I think her name is Mindy. "Hey, do you guys need anything else?" She said making brief eye contact with me. Her voice was extra cheery, but hinted at a flirty Tone. "Can I get a lap dance from you, babe?" Ricky asked, eying her up and down. He rested his eyes on her bare chest, then looked back up to her eyes, while licking his lips. "Yes sir you may. Would you like Anything, Mr. Eastwood?" Cameron rolled his eyes, and I could hear his thoughts. 'She mad thirsty.' I burst out laughing. Cameron laughed with me. Ricky sat there in silence, though he was laughing on the inside. "Um, well could you tell me where can I get a private dance by the Stripper that was just on stage? I think her name is M." I said, as I smirked at my Mates choice of a Stripper name. She rolled her eyes and spoke. "Right this way, Mr. Eastwood." She walked me up to the guy that introduced the Strippers. "Hey Chris. Mr. Eastwood would like to have a Private Dance with the Newbie. M." Mindy said, as she rolled her eyes when she said, "M." It was really starting to annoy me, the way she would constantly roll her eyes at my Mates name. But I let it slide. For Now. "Wait. Mr. Eastwood, as in Bradley Eastwood President of Corp industries?" Chris questioned in an amused tone. "Yes, that's me." I said, getting impatient. 'I WANT MY MATE NOW!!' I could hear Maximus yell. 'I Know Buddy, Just wait a Bit.' I replied back. "It's an honor to meet you. My name is Christian Matthews." He said straightening up his posture and extending his hand. I shook his hand. "The pleasure is all mine." "Now let's get that dance for you, right this way." He said leading me down a hallway to a Dressing Room. There, in the corner, stood my Caramel Goddess. Instant blood rushed to my Manhood. But I held my composure. "M, this is Mr. Eastwood, from Corp Industries. And he chose you to get a Private Dance, so make it special." Chris said, winking at my Mate. She seemed to force a smile at me. I tried to read her thoughts, but I couldn't. This was the first to happen. I kept my face Neutral. "Mr. Eastwood. Right this way." She said walking past me. I looked down at her plump round ass that belonged to me. I smirked. "Just call me Bradley." I said in a Deep, Smooth, and Seductive Tone. "Right." She said sarcastically. I smiled at her Feistyness. She lead me into one of the private dance rooms. The one we were in had a bed in it and it was dimly lit, with black and maroon painted walls. "Have a seat," She demanded. I intentionally took my time getting comfortable. I like seeing the annoyance on her face. It was cute. I notice that she had been staring at me for a good minute. I tried to read her thoughts again, which I couldn't. I didn't know why. I can read everyone's thoughts. 'Hmm. I'll have to ask Calvin about that later,' I thought, making a Mental Note to myself. "Uh-hm." I said clearing my throat hoping she'd snap out her Daydream. "Are you comfortable?" She asked, as she walked up to me Seductively. I watched as her Hips moved back and forth. My Mate's body is very sexy. "Yes, very." I smirked. _To Be Continued..._ The cat burglar snuck out of the building. All too easy, she thought. This heist had been planned for almost a year, and she now had what she wanted most. The Diamond Dildo! Finally, such precise and sharp edges would satisfy her pussy like no man could. Her ears perked up. Police sirens were going off and making their way towards her. She started running across the rooftops, making herself a path that was away from the bank, and away from the police. Moments later, she panted as she stood on a rooftop that was miles away from her burglary. She smirked, kissing the dildo in her hand, and headed for home. Or so she thought. "HALT!" Yelled out a voice. The cat burglar turned around, and saw where the voice came from. It was a man who wore a black/green mask, a brown shirt with some foam drawn on it, pants of a similar hue to the shirt, and a dark green cape, with his arm held up as if meant to stop the cat burglar dead in her tracks. The cat burglar was not too impressed. "And you are...?" She asked. "I, my dear," the man shouted, in a deep heroic tone, "am your jail maker. I am your police when the police haven't realized you're away from the crime already. I am...FIZZER!" The cat burglar just stood there, dumbfounded. "Seriously." she said with flatness. "That's your name. Fizzer." "YYYES!" the hero said with certainty. "What...is that even supposed to be? Like, what IS a fizzer?" "According to Urban Dictionary, it means several things, but NONE of which describes me best!" "So...why use the name?" The burglar asked, shifty-eyed. The hero finally dropped the facade. He sighed of annoyance, and his voice was less deep. "Look, lady. This is my first night on the prowl, and the name is still a work in progress, can you cut me some slack?" "I'm just saying, you could do better than a name that leaves villains confused." "Maybe I WANT to confuse them with the name, huh? Ever think about that? That maybe hey, if it leaves them confused, I might distract them long enough to beat them unconscious?" "Well, I'm still standing, and all we've done is question it." The Fizzer only folded his arms, and glared at her. "You win this round." He grumbled. "Anyway, what makes you think you can stop me, hm?" "Ah yes, my method of disposing you. Well, I happened to notice that you're carrying around a VERY expensive sex toy." "The Diamond Dildo? Oh, yes, it's VERY expensive." "Well, I need to make sure you don't sell that to further your fiendish ways." "SELL IT?" The burglar laughed with outrageousness. "Honey, I'm going to USE it. This dildo has been shaped and carved like a diamond, but it's just the kind of ribbing my pussy needs to feel satisfied." As she talked, she nuzzled the dildo to her cheek. Fizzer, meanwhile, clicked his tongue, sighed, and finally said, "It must be lonely, knowing that you have to steal a sex toy to be happy and not have a real cock." "Oh, PLEASE, fuzzy!" "Fizzer." He corrected her. "Whatever. I mean, look at YOU, with that silly get-up and that geeky physique. What do YOU have to offer that this dildo doesn't?" As she laughed, Fizzer simply unzipped his pants, and let them drop in front of her. The burglar quickly stopped her fit of laughter, and noticed the size of our hero's cock. Her jaw dropped. She approached it, and poked the head in mesmerized fashion. "Oh my." "Yeah, I don't brag, but it's a biggun." "May I?" Fizzer nodded, and the burglar threw the dildo off to the side, grabbing his cock with both hands and placing the head against her lips. As she moaned, the cock was slowly inching into her mouth, which tried to take it in as slowly as possible. Fizzer just stood there, smirking. "Not so silly now, am I?" The burglar shook her head as she swirled her tongue around his cock's head. Her hands were jerking on his shaft, working to get him erect, her head bobbing back and forth on the first few inches of the nine-inch dick. Fizzer decides to help her, as he grabs the back of her head and forces her down deeper, with only a surprised moan coming out of her throat. As Fizzer assists her in taking his cock, she makes gagging noises, unable to go down further on the cock. "Man, you are BAD at this, I'm just saying." Fizzer chuckled. "Sh-shut ulph!" The burglar said before her mouth was forced back down on the dick. "Seriously, when's the last time you went down on a guy? He must've been like, two inches, ammiright? That why you're having so much trouble?" "When's the last time you BATHED? Ugh, this tastes like sweat and..." She took a closer whiff of his penis. She was very surprised with the smell, and so taken aback she jumped up. "Is that-?" "Ahp!" He held his hand in her face. "It may be. But you don't question the smell of what's in the nether regions. Or, you'll risk me mocking the taste of your own caverns." He pointed back down to his cock, which the burglar begrudgingly got back down on her knees for. "In fact, how about you expose those nice breasts of yours?" "WHAT?" "It's only fair." The burglar rolled her eyes in frustration and zipped down her catsuit, showing off a nice round rack, which she used to squeeze his cock between. His cock was still big enough that as she rubbed it between her breasts she could lick the head, which was sensitive at that point. The hero started to moan, and he gyrated his hips to assist her along in her boob job. She licked the bottom of his shaft from halfway up the cock to the head, kissing the slit as it dribbled precum. She found that it had an odd taste to it. Familiar, but unclear... She would admit, however, this was turning her on. She moved back from his cock, and unzipped the bottom of her catsuit, showing her pussy to the hero. He stood in surprise. "Your catsuit has two zippers?" Fizzer chuckled. "Man, what, do you wear this expecting to get some action?" "Just shut the fuck up and put your dick in me!" She said, her cheeks blushing as she spread her pussy lips. He obliged, and stuffed his dick in her, pushing it in until the base was touching her vagina. As she lied on the concrete roof, he thrusts his hips into her, skin smacking against skin, and the burglar making audible gasps with each thrust. Fizzer leaned his head into her bosom, and suckled his lips against a nipple, bobbing his head up and down as he played with her breasts with his lips. The burglar moans loudly as she wrapped her legs around Fizzer, crying out as she readies for a climax. As she came, Fizzer let out a grunt through gritted teeth as well, ejaculating the contents of his cock inside her. The burglar cried out in shock as he fills her up so much that her stomach expands, making her look almost pregnant. The burglar sat up, grabbing her bloated up belly, and looked at our hero in disgust. "You...you could've warned me!" She said, drawing for big breaths of air. "Yeah, well, don't worry. I'm pretty sterile considering the content." He remarked, zipping his pants back up. The burglar looked at him, confused, until she fingered her pussy and got a taste of the sperm that was pent up inside her. Her expression was quite shocked, even though she had guessed well before what it was. "ROOT BEER?!" She exclaimed with fright. "Your sperm is ROOT BEER?! What the FUCK, pal!" "That's my secret power, yep," Fizzer said proudly as he picked her up off the ground of the roof, "now c'mon, the police are downstairs waiting to take you off to jail." "This is SO not fair!" The burglar cried out. "I shouldn't be filled up on root beer in prison!" "Well, if it helps, I can talk to the boys in blue, see if they can let you borrow this during your jail sentence, but other than that, I can't do much more." He grabbed the cock-shaped diamond before he picked her up in his arms, and walks down the flight of stairs to the bottom floor. "What, no flight powers?" "Look, I have root beer for jizz, give me some credit in the creativity department, willya?!"

It didn't happen with a bang, but a whisper. One moment the newly rebuilt 235 horse power engine was roaring, filling the cockpit with an almost overpowering noise. The next instant, there was only the subdued sound of air rushing past the airplane's windows. The near silence was deafening. Tim Dodson was not afraid when the engine fell quiet. He had expected it. It happened almost every time he flew with an instructor. While he was an accomplished small plane pilot, he was working on an instrument rating and was wearing a hat that only let him see the instruments and controls. He was well trained. First he pulled back on the yoke with a mighty effort, slowing from 130 knots to the best glide speed of 75 while trading that excess speed into life giving altitude and trimming to ease the mighty force he had to exert on the yoke. His eyes roamed the controls as his hands worked through the drill. His only surprise was that he didn't find what she had done to shut the engine off. Sandy Faulk was caught totally off guard, as the instructor, this flight was her responsibility even though Tim was doing all the flying. She was the one who could see and she had been watching but she had also been doing a touch of daydreaming. At the precise moment that the engine failed, she had been looking at Tim and wondering what he would be like in bed. She was a beautiful woman but lately her whole life had revolved around teaching flying and her social life had been non-existent. She had been longing for some human contact, some sex, perhaps a relationship, maybe even a baby. Tim was one of her few students who was handsome and single. The fact that he had a great sense of humor and had just sold his business for more than 30 million dollars didn't hurt either. Not only was she attracted to him, even her mother would love his bank account. This was her first almost free weekend in months. Tim was her only student for the whole weekend. She had always acted the true professional around him but she had found herself drawn to him from the first time she met him. He had never seemed to be interested in her however. It took her several seconds before she could react to the sudden quiet. In that time, Tim had been doing everything right. She took a deep breath. In 800 hours of flying and instructing, she had never experienced a real engine failure, until now. She had watched him perform the engine failure drill and he had done everything right. Sandy felt no fear because she already knew that they had a very good option. A minute ago she had spotted a small grass airstrip. It was now just in front of them and they could glide easily to it. They might even be higher than they needed to be. "I've got the airplane, Tim. Take the hood off. This is for real." Her voice was calm. Tim pulled the hat from his face as his earphones flew. He saw the propeller. That sent a wave of anxiety through him. Even in a simulated engine failure, the propeller should be invisible as it turned at idle speed. Instead he saw the two blades slowly turning in the slipstream. He looked at Sandy and saw the peaceful look on her face. Her confident almost relaxed expression eased his fear. "There's an airstrip right ahead of us. I've got it made easily." Sandy said to him. Tim looked for a second before he saw it. Grass is not easy to tell from new green corn or beans but there was a high wing airplane pulled into an open area just beside the long thin strip of green. He took a look at the property and decided it must be a campground. There was a pond and a pool along with a great many small cabins. There were also a number of camping tents and one big event tent set up. The whole area seemed cut into a heavy wood that had been left around the boundary of the property. He could see people and activity. He looked at Sandy and then at the strip. She seemed to have things under control but he fidgeted. This was his airplane, his baby. He had had it rebuilt from a run down condition to near new. He was an accomplished pilot and it was not easy to relinquish control to someone else but she had found the spot and she had the airplane and the situation under control. He looked at his lap. The IFR chart and the approach plates lay there, useless. They showed no detail except those needed to fly by electronic navigation. Small private airstrips were not depicted. "Do you know where we are?" He asked her. "Sort of. We're right on course and about 35 miles from home but I don't know what airstrip we're headed for." Now they were about 2 miles from the end of the grass strip. Less than two minutes from touchdown. "I don't see any signs of fire and this is going to be a normal landing but why don't you go through the emergency landing checklist while I fly." She told him. He quickly found the procedures in the pouch in the door. He tossed the useless IFR map and the book of approaches in the back seat. Step by step, he went through all the suggestions in the aircraft manual. He had done them all from memory a moment before and nothing brought back the roar of the healthy engine. Sandy put the airplane into a slip as she slowed to 65 knots trying to lose a little more altitude. She was concentrating of putting the wheels on a spot on the grass. This landing had to be perfect, there would be no second chance. Tim watched the trees rush up on them and then pass less than a hundred feet below. He opened his door as the wind blasted in. He watched the grass coming up. Sandy flew perfectly, resisting the temptation to drive the airplane onto the grass or to slow too much. They landed about 1000 feet down the 2500 foot strip with a perfect swoosh of grass as the main wheels touched down. The resistance of the grass and the heavy breaking stopped them in another 500 feet, much quicker than on concrete. Tim watched Sandy open her door and unbuckle her belt, then he got out his already open door. They both moved away from the stricken airplane despite it not showing any sign of being dangerous. Tim examined the aircraft from a few feet away. He could see no sign of anything wrong. He walked slowly around it, almost caressing its skin but not a single rivet was out of place. He got to the front and opened the inspection panel. There was little he could do or even see but he could find no sign of anything wrong. No strange smells, no smoke, and no smudges of fluid. He shifted his gaze to Sandy and sucked in his breath. She was one gorgeous woman! It wasn't the first time he had noticed, in fact he was totally smitten by her, even if she didn't know. He loved her long dark brown hair and her shining brown eyes. Her olive complexion seemed nearly perfect to him. He had rightly assumed that most of her male students hit on her, but wrong in assuming that she would be upset if he did the same. Sandy had come to join him at the nose after her own quick inspection. "Doesn't look like I did anything to hurt your bird." "I hate to say this but you did a better job of flying than I could have." Tim looked deep into her eyes and felt his knees going weak. For a moment he wondered if it was the adrenaline leaving his body, his repressed desire for her, or the relief from escaping a shared dangerous situation. Until recently he had been too busy building his business to have time for any relationship. In the last few months, he had discovered that he had been missing something. When suddenly he had time for himself, he found that he needed someone to share his time and his money. He had been yearning for someone in his life. Suddenly he felt that yearning in his soul. Sandy was standing close to him. He reached out and touched her waist. For a moment they looked at each other. Tim looked into her eyes for any sign of protest and found none. He took her in his arms and she moved into him as their lips met. The shock of their lingering kiss went through both of them. And then she wrapped her arms about him and pulled him close. Tongues met. Fireworks flew. Their emotions overcame them. The kiss became all consuming as the emotions flooded through them. The escape from death. The desire that both had repressed, all emptied in those moments. They were lost in that embrace. There was no other world but theirs. They were not aware of what was happening around them. They did not hear the swooshing of the golf cart over the freshly cut grass. They were not aware that they were no longer alone. Dennis Dodge was the manager of the club and he was less than amused. He was much too busy getting ready for the annual celebration to be bothered by intruders. Airplanes were not common but neither were they unheard of. But the members knew to come check in with him. He had expected the airplane to turn around and taxi back to him and present their membership cards and their reservations for the weekend. Instead the airplane stopped and the people got out. He assumed they were there to crash the party. When he saw them get out of the airplane, he had rushed to his golf cart and started in their direction. Smoke was rolling from his ears and he was girded for a confrontation. He was almost happy when his wife Virginia flagged down the cart and climbed on beside him. She knew her husband and knew that he would be angry. Her presence would tame him slightly and at least he wouldn't yell and scream quite so loud at the intruders. The two people, now engrossed in a kiss were oblivious to them and that made Dennis even more angry. Virginia put her hand on her husbands arm to calm him. It worked to a certain degree. "Excuse me!" Dennis Dodge said.. Reluctantly Tim and Sandy broke their kiss and looked at the pair on the cart. Sandy's eyes flew open in surprise. On that golf cart was a man of about 50, slightly overweight and slightly balding with the biggest flaccid penis she had ever seen. Normally, Sandy would not have noticed, but the man was just as nude as was the woman with him. Dennis Dodge was somewhere between boiling in rage and totally confused. This was not what he had expected at all. He had expected a plane full of young men trying to get an eye full. Instead they were intent on their embrace. He had no idea that they had lost an engine. Dennis did not consider his nudity abnormal and had assumed that they knew where they were. It didn't occur to him in that moment, that it would be other than expected that the manager of a nudist camp be naked when he confronted them. His wife Virginia was more in tune to the situation as she looked from one face to the other. She was an attractive woman of 48. Twenty years before she had been a beauty queen and she still retained most of her looks. Virginia was also a very perceptive person and she had sized up the situation a little differently than her husband. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew immediately that these were not gate crashers. She understood that something was wrong. Dennis's anger faded quickly as he realized that the situation wasn't quite what he had thought. When he got around to talking, his voice was more matter of fact than angry. "This club is for members only and I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Tim was slightly flustered. There were lots of things going on inside his head. He was still off balance from the emergency landing. His senses were stirred by the passionate, unexpected kiss that had rocked his soul. He had not expected to be confronted by a naked upset couple. Sandy was less rattled. She had just shared the most passionate kiss of her life with a man she wanted. She wrapped her arm around Tim's waist and looked from the couple to Tim's face. "I'm sorry, Sir," Tim said. "We lost our engine and we can't leave until it's fixed. We're going to have to call for help. We didn't mean to land here, we had to. Your strip saved our lives." Even as he said it, Tim didn't quite mean it. It had been the best option but they could have survived a landing in one of the other fields nearby. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had trouble." Dennis said. "I thought you were just trying to crash the party. You wouldn't believe the number of people who try and sneak in here for a free peek. Are you both O.K.?" Sandy looked into Tim's face and smiled. She thought of that kiss and the warmth it had put in her soul. It had been so long since she had been kissed. "Yes, I think we're just fine. My knees are still a bit shaky but we're all right." She wasn't sure if it was the emergency landing or the kiss that had her knees weak. "What do you need?" Virginia asked. "We need a phone to get a mechanic in here to look at the airplane and hopefully fix it. Then we'd be happy to fly it away." Sandy told them. Tim was busy looking around and he suddenly thought to ask. "Where are we anyway? We weren't looking at the map when the engine failed and we just saw the strip and landed. We had no idea there even was a strip here." Denis smiled as the full realization struck him. They were even more shocked than he had been. "This is the Bare Branch Nudist Resort. And you got here just in time to celebrate Nude Day with us." "Come on up to the club house and you can use the phone." Virginia told them. "We may have a problem, Dear. They can't go to the clubhouse dressed like that." Denis said. Both Sandy and Tim realized what he meant and they both blushed. Virginia noticed and chuckled. "Come on, you two. It won't hurt you to be naked." Tim chuckled. "It might hurt! I sunburn easily!" They all laughed erasing the last touch of tension between them. "I'll get the airplane off the runway. Then I'll take my clothes off and come with you. Sandy can stay with the plane if she wants." He was thinking of saving her the embarrassment of stripping and wandering naked among the naked strangers. Sandy was blushing very deeply. "Tim, I think I should go. I know the mechanic better. I think I have a better chance of getting him to come out here than you do." "Nobody is going to steal a broken airplane, so I guess we can both go." Tim held out his hand to the man. "Sorry we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Tim Dodson, this is my instructor Sandy Faulk. The airplane is mine." "Nice to meet you. I'm Dennis Dodge and this is my wife Virginia. We manage the Bare Branch Nudist Resort." The two shook hands. Virginia remembered catching them in their embrace. She looked at Sandy with a strange look on her face. "You two aren't married?" Sandy chuckled. "Not yet. In fact we've never even gone on a date, unless you call shooting an ILS approach a date. I think after we've seen each other naked though, we're going to have to go out a time or two don't you?" Virginia caught the longing in Sandy's voice. "Yes, I think you need to go out a time or two." Tim had the tow bar attached to the plane and began to pull as Dennis looked at it. "You think we could hook that tow bar up to the golf cart and pull it?" He asked. The two men looked at it and decided that it could work easily enough if they had a chain or some way to connect the handle of the tow bar to the hitch of the golf cart. "Well, lets go get a chain then." Dennis said. "I think we can all fit in the cart. We'll take the girls to the club house and then we can come back and get the plane." "Should we move it off the runway first?" Tim asked. "It wouldn't hurt but we're not expecting any airplanes in here. We'll only be a few minutes. Lets just leave it right here. Why don't you two just get your clothes off and we'll get going." Tim thought the moment of truth had come. He wasn't sure what got his heart beating faster, the idea of being naked in front of Sandy, or of seeing her naked. He was on one side of the airplane taking his clothes off while Sandy was on the other. The front seats were folded up and they were laying their clothes on the back seat. The folded seats and the body of the airplane kept them from seeing each other. Tim only caught brief glimpses of her as her clothes came off. Each peek caused him to breathe a little faster. Tim was the first one naked and he moved over to Dennis and Virginia, feeling very self conscious. He wasn't ashamed of his body, but he wasn't used to being naked around other people. Sandy, was only moments behind. Tim stole a look and nearly fainted at her beauty. Both had copied their hosts and all they wore were their tennis shoes. Sandy was even more beautiful than he imagined. Two perfectly shaped breasts with half dollar sized aureoles. Her olive skin had only a faint hint of tan lines. The patch of dark pubic hair a neat triangle. The sight of her took his breath away. Sandy took a look at her student as well, although not quite so obvious as Tim's look at her. She liked what she saw. Sandy saw him looking at her and smiled a shy smile and then came over and put her arm around him. The touch of her naked body sent sparks through them both. It surprised him that his cock didn't harden. Dennis got in the driver's seat, with Virginia in the other seat while Tim and Sandy crawled in the back. Their naked skin touching and sending constant fireworks through them both. The ride to the clubhouse felt much longer to both of them than it was. Every little bump caused their naked skin to touch, to rub and each touch sent shivers through both of them. Both of them felt a sexual attraction that wasn't exactly appropriate for the public places of a nudist colony. By the time they had reached the end of the runway, Tim had a full erection and Sandy was pretending not to notice, while smiling broadly. Her own moisture was less noticeable. Fortunately for Tim, he got more used to the feel of her and the non sexual situation as they neared the clubhouse. He wasn't really looking but he saw more and more naked people and slowly his nerves went back to normal. This wasn't a sexual situation after all. The two women got off at the clubhouse while Dennis took Tim to a maintenance shed where he rummaged for a moment before finding a chain. The job of moving the airplane back to the parking area went quite easily and only took about 15 minutes. The airplane had followed the golf cart with no problems. They met up with a very upset looking Sandy in front of the clubhouse. He noticed the frustration on her face even more than the swell of her perfect breasts. Her face was livid. "Damn! Damn! Damn! He said he has to get the inspections done on the school's two airplanes before he can get to us. Won't be till Monday!" The reason she had the weekend off was that the school's two airplanes had both been due for 100 hour inspections and couldn't be flown until the airplanes had been disassembled and inspected. Tim was her only student that owned his own airplane. Lots of thoughts came rushing through Tim's head. He really had nowhere to go and his wounded baby could use baby-sitting. He suddenly thought that it might be more interesting to stay there than to go home and watch television. He always did like meeting new people. "Is he coming Monday?" Tim asked. "Yeah, maybe even tomorrow night. Depends on when he gets done with the airplanes." "Dennis, is there any problem with me staying here 'till he gets here?" "I have one single cabin left, so I have room for you but there are a few rules we'll have to break. Under the circumstances I think I can break them for you." "What rules do we have to get around?" Tim asked. "The main one is you have to be a member. This is a family park and we don't allow single male gawkers to join. Normally, you'd have to be a couple and be sponsored by a current member. You didn't exactly plan on being here. I think that if you pay for the cabin, no one would object." "I'd be happy to pay for a membership and the cabin. I don't have anything else going on this weekend and staying with the airplane seems like the thing to do." Sandy had been considering who to call for a ride. She had assumed that Tim would have to get back. She had no other students and no date. She thought back on her earlier daydream of getting Tim away for a romantic weekend. She felt a sudden gush of moisture. "I don't have anything until Monday either. As long as you're paying, why not just put me down as your other half and I'll stay with you. Then you'll be legal." "If you'd be willing to do that, Virginia and I would sponsor you and you'd be totally legitimate." The full impact of what Sandy had suggested didn't register with Tim. He just happily agreed to pay the membership and the price of the cabin rental. Actually the costs pleasantly surprised him. He had been expecting to spend much more. He was also somewhat relieved that he could put his wallet and checkbook somewhere safe. He retrieved both items from the airplane and paid. Dennis gave him a key to a cabin on a leather necklace that allowed him to carry it without a pocket. He also gave Tim directions and a smirk. Dennis realized what Tim would be doing long before it dawned on Tim himself. It was only after Sandy had taken his hand and they were headed for the airplane to collect their belongings, that the realization that Sandy was spending the weekend with him dawned on Tim. It occurred to him, but didn't really sink in. They each collected a meager armful of clothing. Sandy giggled. "Well, at least we found the one place in the whole world, where you don't have to pack for the weekend! We probably won't even notice that we didn't bring anything at all." He couldn't help but laugh with her as they walked down the path to the rustic log cabin. It was clean and brightly lit but little more than a bedroom with an attached bath. He hadn't realized that there were family cabins with multiple bedrooms, and couple cabins. Theirs had only a single full sized bed. There was a closet and a small dresser. There was no telephone, television, or other accouterments of civilization. This was a primitive cabin in the woods. His eyes went from the single bed to Sandy's face. The corners of her mouth were turned up in a slight smile. He saw something in her eyes. The realization of the situation had just come to him, when Sandy came to him as well. Sandy moved slowly, tentatively. Her body came softly into his arms and their eyes locked. They looked into each other's eyes, trading emotions, sharing desire, and communicating without speaking. Their arms wrapped around each other. Their initial embrace tentative. He felt her breasts against his chest. She felt his cock rising against her belly. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. The emotions flowed through both of them. The long repressed desire. The feelings from their mutual near miss with death. It all flowed from them, between them. There was no world outside of their mutual touch. His mouth melded with hers as their tongues explored each others mouths. The kiss hard, passionate as their tongues dueled. The heat of desire flowed through Tim and suddenly he could wait no more. He scooped Sandy into his arms and carried her to the bed, their lips never breaking the kiss until he laid her gently on the bed. He looked down on her naked body in awe as the passion filled him. He moved onto the bed feeling the soft contact between his hard cock and the softness of her thigh. His lips moved to her body as he kissed her shoulder and then down her body to suck her nipple. He heard her moan and that sound sent fire through his soul. She felt the gush of moisture to her core. She felt his throbbing cock against her thigh. She had no more need of foreplay. Her body ached for him. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted him NOW! Her right hand reached for him and found his penis hard and ready. She aimed it at her opening, feeling the soft head of his cock against her wet and ready pussy. Her left hand found the small of his back and urged him forward. Tim gasped as her hand positioned him. He moved onto his elbows and knees, his face inches from hers as their eyes locked. He felt the wonder of her pussy as his cock head touched her. Her hand on his back almost burned his skin with the passion of the touch. He needed no further urging as he slammed his cock home. They both gasped in pleasure as his cock hit bottom. There was no pause before Tim pulled back and then rammed himself home again. Sandy's hips began to move and Tim matched her movements. Their lips locked, tongues dueling as they met each other's passion. They moved in an almost primal rhythm. Hard, fast, full of exchanged emotion beyond their coupled bodies. Tim rammed into her and she thrust her hips back. Their minds focused only on each other, their kiss no less passionate than the rest of their bodies. Then Tim pulled back, his barely focused, clouded eyes looked into hers as he rammed his cock into her one last time. He felt the intense pressure building inside him, not just in his genitals but filling his whole body with the need, the craving to become a part of her. Sandy felt his cock swell. She felt how close he was and those things pushed her over the brink. Feelings she had never felt before filled her. Her very being filled with the need for this man, this instant. Her whole soul exploded. She was gasping in orgasm as he rammed into her and stopped at the bottom as the explosion in his soul overcame him, his seed burst forth to mingle with her. It felt as if his whole being became one with her in that moment. Their souls as well as their bodies connected, joined into one. All of their emotions mingled in the mutual explosion of their release. Everything flowed from them, between them, the fear, the long repressed passion, the long denied lust. In that moment they shared everything. The mingled their best emotions and threw away all that had been bad. They became a single being and mingled their feelings, still slowly stirred by Tim's cock. Their bodies and their souls drained. Gasping for breath, Tim slowly focused his eyes on the beautiful face before him. His eyes looked into hers. Both too exhausted to say anything. Their eyes shared the wonder that they felt. Slowly he sagged to lie beside her, feeling his drained cock slipping from her. He reached for her and she rolled to face him. Their arms went around each other as he kissed her softly. For all the passion they had expended, now there was tenderness. Long minutes passed as they recovered. They both felt the warmth of their loving flowing through their very being. They said nothing. They simply kissed tenderly. His hand softly roamed her body. At first in tenderness, but slowly he felt his passion returning. She felt hers rise as well and she smiled at him. Still they said nothing. The only sounds the gentle rhythm of their breathing. His lips moved from hers to her neck and then sucked in a nipple. Sandy arched her back and moaned at the feel of his lips on her breast and the soft loving touch as his hand slid down her body and found her pussy. Her hand reached out and found his cock. She wrapped her hand around his still slick member. They both gasped. Sandy's hips thrust up into his fingers. She moaned in pleasure at his soft touch. Each time his fingers moved, thrills went through her. Each gasp from her lips sent shivers through him. Her hand stroked his cock. She felt the pulsing blood coursing through his cock and she felt her own soft desire building. She felt the gush of fresh juices washing away the old as a new need filled her. His mouth moved lower. The touch of his lips sending thrills through her, but she wanted him again. She pushed him away and then down on his back as she crawled over him. Her eyes watched his as she lowered herself onto his waiting dick. She settled on his cock slowly as they both savored the feeling of her pussy slowly surrounding him. She watched his eyes roll back as her pussy slowly enveloped him. She stopped for a moment and watched his face, their eyes traded the pleasure they each felt. Then she began to slowly, tenderly rock on him. They both gasped on each down stroke. She felt him inside her, rubbing her, sending tingles through her. The first small orgasm shook her and then the second. She lay forward and kissed him. Tim's arms wrapped around her waist and rocked her onto him but never allowing her lips to leave his. The loving was slow and tender. Sandy was shook by one small orgasm after another until she had lost count. She was only vaguely aware of the change in him as his hips rocked into her and his hands pulled her more forcefully onto his cock. He felt the pressure build as he rocked her onto his cock. It felt as if his very soul was rushing to his member, trying to merge with her, to become one. Tim sucked in his breath and thrust his hips forward into her and then his very being exploded as he blasted into her again and again. His orgasm triggered hers and they came together in one earth shattering wave after another. When all was quiet, Sandy collapsed like a rag doll atop him, his soggy and still hard cock inside her. She felt warm and wonderful as she laid her head on his chest and gasped for breath. She didn't ever recall feeling like this before. Pleasured, exhausted, but most of all content. Slowly her breathing came back to normal as she snuggled atop him. She felt his lips kissing her where her neck and shoulder met and a fresh shiver ran through her body. She heaved herself onto her hands and knees, feeling his softening cock plop from her hole, followed by a wave of juice. She looked into his face and smiled. "Slow down, big boy, you keep that up and you'll get my motor running again. Lets save some of that for later." "Do we have to?" She rolled off him and then put a soft kiss on his lips. "C'mere.. let's get cleaned up." She took him by the hand and led him to the shower. The warm water ran over them, washing away the sweat of fear and the liquid remains of their loving. Washing away their mingled juices, washing away their cares. Tim noticed a stream of water flowing down her chest and off her nipple. He drank and she shuddered. They washed each other, becoming familiar with each other's body, the touch of loving hands warmer than the water. They stayed under the spray until that water turned cold and then Sandy led him from the shower. "What would you say to going for a swim?" She asked Tim. "Sounds like fun." Sandy began looking around the room for her suit and caught Tim doing likewise. Then she chuckled and remembered where she was. "Were you looking for your suit too? For a second there, I forgot I didn't need it." Tim chuckled, "ummm... yeah. I was. Guess we don't need them though do we?" He looked at her naked body and smiled. They both felt less self conscious as they walked to the pool. The people around them were all naked and no one paid any more attention to them than they would have if they had been fully clothed. Most of the people were quite average. Tim noticed that Sandy was the best looking woman there, but even had she not been, he still couldn't have kept his eyes off her. The story of how they got there had spread like wildfire around the community. Between Sandy's good looks, and the sympathy of the people, it was no problem to borrow sun tan lotion. The bigger problem was avoiding all the people who wanted to talk about a dead airplane and the "miraculous" survival of the pair. Sandy might have been in heaven, relaxing and tanning her naturally dark skin, if it hadn't been for all the people who wanted to talk. She wanted to spend time with her new lover, and it seemed he with her, but the crowd kept them the center of attention while giving them no private time. Despite the lack of time alone, they had a fun day. After lunch, they watched a volleyball tournament. Tim rooted for the team with the girls' whose tits bounced the most. Sandy noticed but only smiled slightly and said nothing. They swam and tanned a little more and by mid afternoon, a group of balloonists arrived and set up tethered flights for the members. They spent some time talking to the crew and had a ride with Gary who also flew airplanes. They managed a more sane conversation about how they got there with someone who understood that surviving an engine failure was not a miracle. The dinner was a communal barbecue and the hot dogs and hamburgers tasted mighty good. By dinner, nudity felt normal but strangely fun. It was fun to be naked with a group of people. Certainly, there were no clues to anyone's station in life based on what they wore. Most of the pretenses were stripped away and the people were friendly. Dennis and Virginia had slowed down a little from hosting the weekend and joined them as they ate their burgers. Both Tim and Sandy were happy to see the couple. They didn't make them feel like they had survived the impossible. "You two having a good weekend?" Dennis asked them. "It's really been fun!" Sandy said with enthusiasm. "I never would have come here but I'm glad I did!" Tim was slightly more circumspect. He had his airplane to get out and a bill to pay, although nothing that really worried him. A slow smile crossed his face. "I always wondered what Sandy looked like naked. You sure let me find out." Dennis chuckled. "Well, I don't know what you think, but I think she looks mighty good with or without clothes." Sandy elbowed Tim with a smile. "So.... Do you like what you see?" A slow smile crossed Tim's face. "I sure do!" Virginia looked at the two of them. "As I recall, Sandy said that you owe her a date or two for seeing her naked. You two are coming to our annual nude day dance aren't you?" Tim pondered that for a moment, and wondered if he could dance a slow dance with Sandy and maintain his... composure. He said with a deadpan face. "I don't know if we can go. Neither of us have a thing to wear." Sandy laughed slightly but Dennis and Virginia only smiled since they'd heard that joke before. "Then wear nothing, you'll fit right in." Virginia said. "You do owe her a date, and we would like your company." Virginia had picked up the fact that they had already crossed the line from student/teacher to lovers. "But I'm warning you, I want a dance with your man." "Only if I can dance with yours." Sandy replied and the two girls smiled at each other. Tim wasn't sure about his reaction, but allowed himself to be led into the large club house. A DJ had already set up for the show and they were getting an early start. As they entered the clubhouse, Virginia pulled Tim aside. She leaned close to him and whispered. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine. And if you're not, no one will say anything." Sandy pulled him to the floor for the first fast dance. He tried not to notice her swaying breasts, but failed. Thankfully the sight of her naked had become commonplace enough not to trigger an erection, just a continual appreciation of her figure. After the second song, they returned to the table with Dennis and Virginia. They sat out one song when a slow song came on. Virginia stood up and held her hand out to Tim. She came into his arms as they began to dance. Virginia leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. "I just thought you might be more comfortable breaking into the slow dance thing with an old broad." He felt the naked woman in his arms, the softness of her skin. She was not trying to be sexual in any way and yet.... "I think you better step on my toe or something! Does that tell you what I think of that old broad comment?" She laughed heartily and stepped on his toe playfully. "Did that help?" Tim was laughing heartily. "It certainly did." He was also no longer thinking any sexual thoughts and his near disaster shrunk back to normal proportions before it had a chance to swell into a problem. The ice had been broken and he felt no problem dancing with Sandy when the next slow song came on. He was wrong! There was a vast difference between dancing with the two women. Sandy danced close. Sandy was his love. Sandy he wanted. Sandy felt the problem arise. "I think I have a problem!" Tim whispered into her ear. "Why? I like it like that!" She giggled at him. "Should I step on your toes?" She laughed heartily. "Virginia told me to step on them if something came up. I don't want to though. I want to make him go down with a different part of my body." "And I want to think about baseball!" "Don't worry baby, you'll score a home run tonight!" She giggled. "You're not helping!" He laughed. "You think baseball will help? Okay. I want to play with your bat and take care of your balls!" Tim started to laugh. "You naughty girl! You're trying to do this to me." "No I'm not!" She protested. "If I was, I'd be rubbing on him like this." She wiggled her belly so that it brushed his erection. They were both laughing and the laughter solved the problem for Tim. But not for Sandy. The feel of his erection against her belly, the knowledge that he wanted her, the feel of his body in her arms was suddenly a sensual thing. Before she had been able to ignore their nudity and it was just a dance. Suddenly she found her thighs wet. When the dance was over, it was Sandy with the problem. She had to excuse herself and go to the powder room to eliminate the traces of the mess she was making. When Tim got back to the table, Virginia leaned over to him. "I told her to step on your foot!" She gigg

led and he blushed. "Was it that obvious?" "No. Just the way she was behaving. Bad girl! But I think you got her back." Virginia was laughing. When Sandy came back, they both wanted to leave, but Dennis and Virginia convinced them to stay. Dennis even dedicated the whole event to their guests who wanted to come so bad they fell out of the sky. It was early when they left. Still only 9:00 but they had enjoyed two hours of the dance and both of them could stand no more. They wanted each other. The cabin door had barely closed before they mutually attacked. Neither would know who was the first to pounce on the other. The made love with passion. Then they cuddled without speaking. The cuddling led to a long slow tender session. Then they talked. They traded life stories and talked of baseball before she polished his bat and took care of his balls while he returned the favor, making love with laughter and fun. For hours they talked of flying and each other until they fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted by their lovemaking and their talking. In the morning, Tim awoke with the sun, and roused his love with soft tender kisses all over her naked body. They made love and then they made love again. They fell back asleep in a tender embrace. It was mid morning when they woke and they made love again. Tim was holding her in his arms and looking into her beautiful brown eyes, content in his love for her. He felt a yearning to have this woman in his life. "Sandy, how much longer do you have on your lease?" "I don't know. Should be about up, soon. Why?" "I was thinking, maybe you should move in with me." Before she could answer, there was a knock on the door. Dennis's voice boomed through the closed door. "Sandy? You have a call in the clubhouse. I think it's the mechanic.". "Hold that thought, sexy. I'll be right back." Tim followed her to the clubhouse watching her beautiful ass bounce as she walked. He listened to her side of the conversation. He knew that the mechanic was on the way. He'd be there in about 30 minutes. Dennis had also been listening. "I think a break in the rules is in order. You two can get dressed if you want. At least while you're working on the airplane." Both of them felt the same thing. A touch of regret that the weekend was over, or nearly so. They got dressed and went to the airplane. Sandy helped him take the cowling off the engine. They had just finished when they heard the airplane. The FBO's pretty powder blue and white Cessna 172 Skyhawk made a perfect landing on the grass and taxied back. There was a disappointed look on the man's face when he got out of the airplane. "Damn, I was hoping to see Sandy naked. Isn't this a nudist resort?" "You shouldn't have called." Tim told him. "She was naked before you warned her. You missed a great sight!" "Just my luck!" He said as he buried his head in the airplane's engine. It only took him a few minutes to find the severed magneto shaft. "I've got one of these back home, but I'm going to have to go get it. Sandy, you come with me? I need a free Instrument lesson." Sandy really didn't want to go and it was Tim's airplane but she felt connected to the situation and the mechanic deserved a perk for his help on a Sunday. "Sure. One free lesson, coming right up." Tim looked at her then pulled her into his arms. "You never answered my question. Will you move in with me?" He whispered the question in her ear. She gave him a mischievous grin. "I'll think it over and have an answer for you when you get back to the airport." Tim waited the slightly over an hour it took the mechanic to fly back and get the spare magneto and fly back. It only took another hour to change it. The engine fired on the first turn of the ignition switch and purred like a kitten. Tim was still a little nervous as he did a more thorough engine check than normal and then blasted off. The mechanic had let him go first and then followed but the faster Skylane left the Skyhawk in the dust. All the way home, Tim could only think of two things, if the engine would hold out until he got home, and if Sandy would move in with him. He had never wanted anything more. These last two days, he had fallen head over heels in love with her. The intensity of his emotion as he flew was almost beyond his ability to cope. The flight was perfect and the engine hummed the whole time. As he lined up for the landing, he saw a figure watching from near the hanger area. He knew it was Sandy waiting for him and his heart beat a little faster. The landing was perfect. He kept the throttle in a little more than usual as he taxied faster than normal toward the hanger and the figure waiting there, anxious for her company, her answer. As he turned into the row of hangers where his was located, he saw her sitting on the hood of his car. He couldn't take his eyes off her as he ran through the engine shut down procedure. As he climbed out of the airplane, he saw something else. Behind his car were four suitcases. His feet barely hit the ground before she was in his arms. In working for other people as their accountant, I always wanted to own a business. I always wanted to account for my money rather than someone else's money. To be honest, I never liked accounting. I only did it because being good at math; it was easy for me to master debits and credits and assets and liabilities. Good with numbers, I got the concept of balance sheets and income statements, too. The only other thing that I knew how to do was to write fiction. I wondered how I could incorporate both my love of writing and my accounting expertise into one business. Was there a business that I could begin that would satisfy both sides of my brain? Surely, there was something that I could do, but what? I went for a walk. Generally walking always helps me to think. In my walk around my neighborhood, I passed a convenience store where the owner, Raja from India, worked twelve hours a day, seven days a week selling newspapers, coffee, groceries, and other sundae items. Although a cash business was appealing and he always drove a new car and had a nice house, I'm sure he didn't legally declare much of his income. I'd never do that as a business, it's too much of a target for robberies. I passed the cobbler where Vito was too busy repairing a shoe to see my wave. He always looks so happy, but I never liked the smell of worn, dirty leather mixed with shoe polish every time I entered his cobbler's shop. He must be immune to the smell. The photographer's studio wasn't opened yet. Maybe, she was busy doing a private shooting at someone's home. That'd be a good business to own, until I thought of all the screaming kids she must have to put up with to make a living. Then, there are all those weddings and all those friends and relatives of the bride and the groom to handle. I passed by the lawyer's office. He was always busy with clients. I remembered the couple of law courses I was required to take to satisfy my degree requirement. I thought accounting was dry reading, until I read a law book; although the case studies were sometimes fun. Just as was the lawyer's office, the doctor's office was busy, too. The first thing that went through my mind was ogling all those semi-naked and naked hot chicks, especially while giving them a breast exam. Then, I thought about all those guys that I had to check for hernias and hold their testicles while they coughed. Perhaps the advantages of one outweighed the other, but the thing that made me not envy a doctor is when I saw all those old people waiting in his waiting room to be seen. I don't think I'd want to see a naked, old person. When I walked by the CPA's office, I had a sour stomach. Accounting is such a dismal science. Accountants are ill appreciated with all the bad news that we give business owners. Because we are an expense of the business, we're not appreciated in the way that salespeople are valued because they produce income. I saw Al working on a car in the bay of his garage while people pumped their own gas. That could be a fun business if you enjoyed working on cars, but I don't like getting my fingernails dirty. Besides, I couldn't work with the public. They'd all think that I was ripping them off by overcharging them for repairs. Nonetheless, they were all working their dream making money by doing what they loved to do and I was envious that they not only found what they loved to do but also that they made money doing it. Finally, it was when I approached the artist studio and saw all the paintings in the windows that I realized the kind of business that I could open. I could open a custom story store. I could write stories for people. At first I thought about opening a custom multi-chapter story store, so as to keep people coming back for and paying to get the next chapter of the story. Then, when I thought more about it, I figured that a 750-1,000 word custom story store would work better. Yeah, definitely, even though I'd charge less for a 750-1,000 word custom story than a custom multi-chapter story, what I lost in price, I'd make up for in volume. People today are busy and oftentimes too busy to read. They want the story quick and fast. Unless they have excess time on their hands, they don't want to be bogged down reading excess words and then impatiently waiting for the next chapter. I found a small office for lease, big enough for a desk, my computer, and a few comfortable chairs for my customers. The white walls were a blank canvas and I'd have some fun decorating it to my personality. I had a carpenter make me a sign of a big open book and I had the artist paint the lettering. Bostonfictionwriter's 750-1,000 Word Story Store. Custom stories bought, sold, and written at request. What is your story? Allow me to write one for you. I needed not to feel. I needed to not think. I needed... you. I don't even remember your name, but for those few hours, you were everything. You could have been anyone: I just needed someone who wanted to fuck me and not ask any questions, and there you were, looking for no strings, no commitment sex. You were perfect. There was no physical attraction, no flutter of butterflies at the prospect of sex with you, but there was something there, something that drew me to you. Maybe it was your quiet confidence, the aura of stillness around you; I didn't stop to analyse it, I just followed my instincts. Right up until you kissed me I was still unsure of my plan; I knew what I wanted -- needed -- but wasn't convinced you were the right one. But that kiss... teasingly slow, but with the promise of hot passion, your body pinning me to the wall silently letting me know you were the one in control. I abandoned myself to the moment and focused on the sensations of our passionate embrace. Every sense was stimulated; the pounding music, the subtle scent and taste of the cigarette you had just smoked, the rasp of stubble against my cheek, the feel of your muscular body pressed against mine. The sensory overload filled my mind and blocked out the rest of the world, offering the release I sought. But I wanted more. I wanted oblivion. I knew that alcohol couldn't give me the escape I was seeking, so I turned down your offer of another drink. For a moment you seemed confused as I put on my coat -- maybe you thought I was just a prick tease - but when I took your hand and led you towards the exit of the club you smiled in understanding. The anonymity of our encounter emboldened me, allowing me to explore the secret part of me that I had always been made to feel was shameful. Kissing rather than talking as we walked to the hotel I was staying in for the night, the urge to feel more of you became overwhelming, and I pulled you into a darkened alleyway. Pushing you back against the wall I ran my hands over your broad chest, downwards, pausing as I reached your belt buckle, considering the possibility of dropping to my knees and sucking your cock that was straining so temptingly against your pants. I wanted so much to fuck you there and then, and I think you were up for it too, but those drunken blokes who came stumbling towards us looking for somewhere to take a piss kind of spoiled the moment. Slightly dishevelled from our encounter in the alley way we finally made it back to my hotel room. I shrugged my coat from my shoulders and took a moment to hang it on the hook behind the door. My wraparound dress I was a little less careful with; I simply untied the knot holding it closed and allowed it to slip from my shoulders and slither to the floor. You looked... hungry I think best describes the look in your eyes as I stood in front of you, naked but for my lace top stockings and stilettos. As you kissed me hungrily I tore at your shirt (sorry about the buttons!), impatient to feel your hot skin against mine. There was no illusion of romance, no intimation that this was going to be anything more than raw, animalistic fucking. The guttural growling sound you made as you slammed me up against the wall turned me on in a way I had never imagined a single sound could, making me desperate to feel your cock deep inside of me, pounding insistently, taking me. But you knew what you were doing, knew how to tease, how to make the moment last. Those strong, work toughened hands roaming all over my body, touching, exploring... just thinking about how good it felt still triggers a thrill deep inside me. The memory is so vivid I can almost feel you toying roughly with my breasts, dipping your head to bite down teasingly on my stiffened nipples... your fingers in my pussy, tormenting me, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm, but time after time stopping just before I reached my climax. Eventually I couldn't take any more, had to release the pressure building inside me, so I pushed you back on the bed and mounted you, riding you hard and fast, focussed only on my own pleasure. All I could think of was the release you had denied me, the oblivion it promised... My orgasm, when it came, was so strong, so intense I couldn't speak. My vision dimmed and I could barely remember my own name. All I was aware of was the flood of intense physical sensations washing over me, drowning my senses and silencing my conscious mind. Sated, I lay motionless as I allowed the flood of sensations to wash over me. Slowly, my vision began to clear and I became aware of my surroundings once more. You were sprawled next to me, exhausted, so I slipped into the bathroom, locked the door and took a long, hot shower. My skin was so sensitive every drop of water felt like a liquid caress, streaming over my body just as your hands so recently had, increasing my arousal once again. I was relieved to find you gone when I returned to the bedroom. I wanted time alone to savour the euphoric blankness in my brain and the lingering warm flush of my orgasm. Had you stayed I would have felt compelled to make polite small talk, resented you for intruding on the peace you helped me find. But once again you knew exactly what I needed. So thank you for that one perfect night we shared, whoever you are. Kx Dear sir, I am very interested in your STICK.. err stick shift Jeep Wrangler.. I'll tell you what I imagine and you can tell me how much you would charge me? Here's how my idea goes.. see, I show up to check it out (I plan on wearing the most revealing top I own of course.. hoping for a possible discount because after all, you are a man.. ) once you answer the door, I gasp as I see that you aren't the old fart I imagined would be placing the ad, but instead you're a rather young, extremely attractive man! At this point, I am SURE you will be able to see my very embarrassing reaction to your looks as I bend over to say hello to the dog at your feet, flashing you a nice long view of my super hard pink nipples peeking through the gap in my bra. I'll take this moment, while you're distracted, to discreetly tug at the dampening crotch of my way to short white shorts.. the feel of the fabric against my throbbing clit will be to much to take at this point! I will then stand, flipping my hair from my shoulder as I smile brightly at you, offering you my hand for a quick shake. Your touch will only increase the warmth between my legs, and I will squirm a bit more, once again tugging at those god awfully uncomfortable shorts, then looking to you once more with a bright blush over my cheeks, an embarrassed smile caressing the corners of my soft lips. I'll then mumble something about the Jeep, asking if we could possibly take it for a test drive? You, of course wanting to sell the Jeep, and hopefully by now entranced with my womanly ways, will nod, and slip off to get the keys. I will stay on the porch, watching you go and squirming against those tight shorts.. giving the girls a nice quick fluff to make sure you get the best possible view. When you return with the keys, your eyes will once again fall on my ample cleavage, and I will be sure and take full advantage, thrusting my elbows into my sides, boosting the creamy white flesh up even further, tempting your eyes with black lace on creamy skin. I will then turn slowly toward the Jeep, making sure of your view of my ass as I saunter over, bending way down at the hood as if to look underneath. You will stand there, enjoying the view for a moment, then move to hand me the keys once I stand. I will stare at the keys, then look up at you batting my pretty, long lashes like an innocent child and smile.. the thing is.. I don't know how to drive a stick yet! You will laugh a little, I'll lean in then, "accidentally" brushing my arm against yours as you tell me you will of course be glad to drive, and perhaps even teach me a little!. You will, being a gentleman, bring me around to my side and open my door for me as I fight against the tight fabric covering my hips. I will make sure to lean back before hopping in, brushing your crotch with my ass as I slip to the seat, landing with a pleasant bounce that shakes all that cleavage pleasantly. I will smile as I buckle my seat belt, and whisper a thank you. My eyes will be locked on that luscious body of yours as you move to the drivers side door, slipping behind the wheel. At this point, the heat in my crotch will be almost unbearable! I will once again wriggle against the confining fabric, gasping softly then biting my lip as my clit brushes the rough denim. You will notice my every move, feeling a tension of your own build up. You will look my way quickly as you hear the gasp, and I will once again smile innocently and nod that I'm ready, all strapped in with the horrible seat belt adding to my problems by caressing my right nipple with every move of the Jeep. I'll ask at this point if we can go into the woods, maybe try it out on a trail.. I have to make sure it works you know! You will of course say yes, and take off, one eye on my body as I squirm madly in the passenger seat, one eye on the road. On the way to the woods, you will begin to explain the clutch and shift pattern, being all technical. I will be going mentally insane with want, and will wish you would just shut up and kiss me! Your hand rests on the stick, and I press mine lightly atop yours, innocently blinking to you and asking is this how you do it? You will swallow hard and nod, quietly beginning to squirm in your own seat now.. We will then enter the woods, my hand atop yours still. I will giggle immaturely about learning to play with a stick, and you will blush, but smile at me hopefully. After a bit of rough riding, huge dunes and bumps that cause my massive boobs to jiggle all over, I will beg you to stop for a bit and let me pee. You oblige, stopping the Jeep and letting me out, once again being the gentleman! I will rest my hand on your arm as I slip down, landing with a hop. I will lean in to whisper a thank you to your ear and as you nod, and begin to answer, I will already have my hands at the waist of my shorts, tugging them carefully over my hips and revealing the top of my cheeks as I walk away. Once I find my spot, I will squat carefully, peeking over my shoulder to see if your sneaking a peek before relieving myself. You will be standing, making sure to look away as I do, but catching flashes of pale skin through the brush. I will giggle aloud, calling to you to come there to my spot as I stand and pull those shorts slowly up, allowing you full view of my bare ass as I do. I point at a pond, some random animal I will pretend made me giggle, then turn to you with a wide smile. You will notice my shorts are still unzipped, and unbuttoned, and I will look down as well, then back up at you, taking one of your hands in mine. You will look at me, slightly confused, before turning back to the Jeep, then to me again. At this point, I can no longer take the throbbing, and will direct your hand straight to the opening of my pants. Your eyes will be wide now, cock instantly growing hard in your pants as you look to my eyes, making sure it's okay. I will nod, keeping my eyes locked on yours, a dirty smile on my lips as I press my hips to your hand, willing you to go further.. You will then shakily at first slip your hand deep in my shorts, feeling the dampness on my small pubic patch before you even touch lips.. I will moan aloud, gripping your wrist then, and pressing it deeper, pressing your fingers against the rock hard nub of my clit, and my sopping wet slit. My body will tremble as you slip long thick fingers inside me, velvet walls grasping them firmly. You will press your palm to my clit hard, and work those magic fingers till my eyes go misty with pleasure, my body collapses against you and I cum hard against your palm, soaking, no, even spraying your palm with my steamy juices.. Eyes closed, I yell out loudly enough to make you look around, sure someone else must have heard.. then fall panting against you, body curving to fit yours. After recovering for a moment, I can't help but notice you shaking, body hot, almost ready to cum in your pants from the shock of what just happened! I smile softly to you then, gently caressing the oh so hard and throbbing mound in your jeans. You will look around nervously again, reaching to adjust your cock in those now tight pants, at which point I will shake my head, and drop to my knees in front of you, looking with that damn innocent look once again as I swiftly, knowledgeably, undo your jeans and drop them, along with your pants, expertly over your hips. Your cock will then freely tap me on the nose, and I will giggle like a school girl, rubbing my nose playfully for a moment before suddenly moving forward, curling my tongue around your cock as I look to your eyes, excited to see your reaction. That innocent look has vanished! I now have the dirty smile of a well pleased slut, savoring every inch of her current meal. My eyes will close as I begin to wrap my lips around your thickness, taking you in deeply, choking on your girth as slobber pours from my chin. You will then grab my hair firmly, tugging my head back to lock your eyes on mine. Your look beams a faux disapproval of my actions, brows lowered, eyes raping my body like the slut you now know me to be. Showing no sign of the gentleman I saw before, you roughly thrust your cock in and out of my throat, keeping my head held so my eyes stay locked on yours. At this point, I will be trembling with excitement mixed with a bit of fear as you reach down, roughly tugging both my top and bra up and over, bearing my huge breasts to your eyes. I will wonder if I have picked the wrong guy this time as your cock scrapes my throat more.. I gag and sputter, but my rock hard nipples are evidence of my pleasure as well. my hands grip the back of your thighs, eyes wide on yours as I feel your cock throb even harder, your moans signaling your imminent release! I tug back a bit, only to feel the hand in my hair force my head forward, pinning my mouth over your dick as you let loose. Thick giant strings of cum roll down my hot throat, soothing it even as I gag, swallowing as quick as I can to catch it all. My body writhes in pleasure as you forcefully yank me back, splattering the rest of your load down my chin, and over my heaving chest, turning those pretty pink nipples white with your seed. I look up to you, wondering what will happen next. You will then caress my hair gently, smile down on my nude, cum bathed body, then with one yank of my hair you will toss me aside with a smirk, muttering "Slut" as you pull up your pants and walk back to your Jeep, and drive away. Maybe that other guy who called yesterday will show up and buy it tomorrow! Rex Larson woke up that morning, knowing he would climb into bed that night nearly 10 years older. He felt a fearful apprehension about what he was planning to do. A nervous tension had begun gnawing in his gut the previous night, and none of it had dissipated after six hours of restless sleep in an unfamiliar bed. In fact, he was even more taut now, with the prospect of their impending trip to the age clinic. This would be the last morning he would eat his breakfast as a man in his 30s. (Or maybe that was yesterday; he wasn't sure he was hungry enough to stomach anything this morning.) He gazed at his wife in the dim morning light that seeped through the heavy hotel curtain. She was still sleeping blissfully. Was she wearing a contented smile, even in her sleep? It sure looked that way, but maybe that was just his imagination. He sat up for a minute or so, and then quietly got out of bed. He walked an absent-minded circle around the hotel room, and then glanced at the digital clock by the bed. "Just a few minutes after 6 o'clock," he thought to himself. "What now?" He didn't want to disturb his wife, and he wasn't interested in any breakfast. Groggily, he padded into the bathroom for a long and thoughtful shower. The water was luxuriously hot, in stark contrast to the miniature bar of soap provided by the hotel. Rex didn't like using hotel soaps; he preferred the feel of a heavier bar in his hand. In fact, he usually brought his own soap while traveling, but forgot to pack it this time. "A lot on my mind, I guess," he mumbled to himself, as he unwrapped the small bar of soap. As he let the water rinse the lather off his body, he reflected about what would happen later that day. It had been nearly 20 years since society embraced the advent of age machines. From the dawn of history, mankind had searched in vain to find a "fountain of youth," a way to slow the sands of time, a way to prevent the inevitability of old age. Finally, in 2213, researchers had discovered a way to make people younger, but it came with a price. Much like the laws of physics are constrained by a conservation of energy; in a similar way, scientists discovered that there was no way to make someone younger, without making someone else older at the same time. It was possible to reverse the genetic effects of aging, but only by taking those years off of someone else. The early days of reverse aging stirred many heated debates on medical ethics. Some correctly feared that rich people would leverage their wealth, purchasing youth from the general populace - a year or two here, another year there - and thus could buy an indefinitely-extended life, barring any accident or terminal disease. Horrifying rumors circulated as well, about how mentally handicapped children had been unknowingly hooked up to the age machines, to give hospital workers an extra year or two of youth every now and again. However, with so many people greedily trying to amass as much youth as they could, it didn't take too long to discover the limits of reverse aging. A few people had managed to perform the procedure successfully for up to 12, or even 15 years, but, for the most part, anything beyond a decade was exceedingly risky, and usually very detrimental to the subject's health. By all accounts, nature would only let you reverse the affects of aging so far, before rejecting the youth transplant. It wasn't long before stringent regulations were enacted to limit each individual to a total of 10 years either added or subtracted from their age. Meticulous records were kept on amended birth certificates. Meanwhile, new debates arose constantly. If a 28-year-old took back five years of youth, should they be regarded as age 23, or age 28? The procedure didn't reverse time, nor would it cure recently-acquired diseases or ailments. Genetically, however, bodies were returned to their younger state. On the other hand, these "younger" individuals retained their knowledge, wisdom, and experiences. So, if hovercraft rental companies required you to be 25 years old to rent a vehicle, was that a physical limit, or a mental limit? And what about retirement benefits; at what age should they begin? Eventually, most countries settled on a dual-age system: with a natural age (which people used in legal matters, such as driving and voting), and a modified age (which is what life insurance companies used in their actuary tables). Today, as Rex Larson stood in the shower, he was 34; his wife, in bed, was nine years his senior. If all went as planned, though, their ages would be reversed by the end of the day. There were many reasons married people would give years of their life to their spouse. Some couples did it to get their bodies to the same age. Other times, a woman would even give her husband a few extra years, with the aim of making their life expectancies approximately the same (this was more common when a woman had seen her mother go through 20 years of lonely widowhood). For Rex, though, he was giving years to his wife as an act of submission. Initially, they had simply discussed making their ages a bit more even, owing to their comparatively large age gap. A four-year transplant would have made him 38, and her 39. But Rex and Donna had something unique in their relationship: he was submissive, and she was dominant. Rex derived immense satisfaction from doting on Donna, and, after seven years of marriage, she had learned to bask hedonistically in his attention and service. One day, she began joking about adding one additional year to the planned transplant. She quipped teasingly, "Don't you think you should give me one extra year, so that I can be the younger one?" She was speaking in jest, but she could tell by the way he became suddenly quiet, and squirmed in the bed, that she had struck that nerve again. Rex was often overcome by mixed feelings of excitement whenever he felt controlled. Curious, she had moved her hand down to his crotch, and rubbed him through his pants, to sense what was happening. She felt him getting hard, extraordinarily quickly. Obviously, he wasn't reacting to the caress; instead, her teasing had rattled his brain. That's when ideas about an even larger age transplant began to swirl in both of their minds. _to be continued..._

It all started by chance, and innocently enough. I was reading the Discussion Board messages on Literotica, and an impulse took me to check out the "How To" topic. There, I found a couple of the women had these character "dolls" that they had found, and wanted to use them in their signature lines. The word "charactoon" came from one of the participants later, but I like it, so I'll use that to describe them. The one that caught my eye belonged to Angel. It was an image of an angelic little blonde with a halo and wings. She wrote "Hey Celestiale, those are really adorable. I love the Mermaid! I'm thinkin of sticking all the one's I've collected/made/altered on a site now with everyone gaga over em! (I just can't get them transparent without fuckin' em up. Ah well.)" I noticed that it had been saved in the wrong format, and was much larger than it needed to be, so I spent a few minutes fixing the shading so it was more even, and making the background transparent. Many of the charactoons that the women were posting didn't have a transparent background, and, since I'm a damn perfectionist, I offered to help them out by editing the graphics so they would look better. And, I e-mailed the Little Angel to Angel. Apparently, I had done good, because she thanked me in a return e-mail, and my modified doll was the one she was then using. This was great. I was getting e-mail from one of the Lit-babes telling me what a nice guy I am. Then, after the women saw the Angel-toon (and she thanked me in public), "Guru you are a freaking GEM," and "Thanks Guru! For fixing the transparency. You rock." I got several more requests for toon-work. I created a web site and began to modify or repair, and now host, toons for Lit women. Then one day, feeling exceptionally spunky, I decided I could erase the Little Angel's clothing and e-mail her to Angel, as a flirty gag. I drew a hot little, petite blonde body to go with her angelic appearance, and sent it. Soon, Angel made "Lit Guru" and presented her naked toon-self to the Board. This made my day, and I was really jazzed. I spent way too much time on Lit that night, and on the 'net looking for new toons. Finally, I was exhausted and went to bed, thinking about the little Nude Angel, and the other mischief I'd started. *** **ANGEL** The next morning, I awoke with a raging erection, and as I lay there letting consciousness seep back into my mind, I remembered the dream I'd had. The Angel toon, the nude one, had come to me, floating in the air, flying without using her wings. She glowed, as if she was still on my computer screen. She seemed to be composed of tiny, glowing dots of red, green and blue like the computer. I said "Hello, Angel." I'm such a clever, suave conversationalist in my dreams. She held her finger up to her lips, shushing me, and flew over to me. Her arms wrapped around me. Her lips almost touching mine, she used her tongue to trace the outline of my mouth. I put my hands on her body, feeling her smooth sides and hips. She certainly felt nice: smooth, soft and warm. She pressed her lips against mine, and began to slowly, yet deeply, french- kiss me. I let my hands roam over her body, feeling her small, firm breasts, her soft arms, and her *wings*, which were downy soft and feather-like. She pressed against me more firmly, floating up a little, and then down, letting my erection rub against her small patch of downy pubes. She kissed me harder, and deeper as she did this. Then she floated up just a little higher, and rocked her hips so that the tip of my cock slid back and forth along her very wet lips. She then pushed forward so my cock began pushing inside her--she was so tight, and I was just a half-inch inside her, feeling the heat and extreme wetness. The alarm woke me at this point, and here I am, with an erection that's almost painfully hard. But, the work day called, so after a couple of minutes, off I went to my job. *** All that day as I worked, I couldn't get the Lit Angel out of my mind. Of course, she was just perfect in my mind, because I had made her that way. No wonder I found her so desirable. After my day at work, I checked my e-mail and had a request from Nekky Baby for a charactoon, Naked! She sent: "woohoo nekkie doll! i have long reddish wavy hair blue eyes and big tits how big you ask? a 38D" So I began my search for a good starting point. Soon, I found one that fit perfectly, except she was wearing clothes. I quickly changed her hair and eyes to match Baby's description, and eagerly erased the clothing and drew in the flesh that had been covered. I uploaded the toon to my web site, and e-mailed Baby that her toon was ready. She put it up right away, and really got appreciative comments from the guys. I was having a blast, and stayed up late, again. I was really tired when I finally headed up for bed. *** **NEKKY BABY** Again, I had a dream. This time, it was Nekky Baby who came to me, and she was very naked. Her flowing red-hair, very buxom and sexy figure was exactly as I had drawn it. She glowed like Angel had, and also seemed to be made up of little primary colored dots. She walked up to me, and said "You. I want you, and I want you now!" Her voice was low and husky--very sexy. I started to say something lame in reply, but she clamped her mouth on mine and began to French kiss me. She reached down to my cock, and grabbed it roughly, feeling it get erect at her touch. I could feel her large breasts pushing against my chest. Her nipples were hard, and I could easily feel the pressure of them pushing into my chest. As soon as my cock was hard, she pushed me back so I was laying on my back, and leaped into a sixty-nine position. She ground her cunt onto my face, and I licked and sucked as skillfully as I could. She got wilder and faster as I continued, rubbing her lips across my face. She continued to stroke my cock, keeping me excited while she used me for her pleasure. Soon, she began to get closer to cumming--it was obvious from her grunts and moans as I licked her. She began to move her cunt quickly back and forth across my mouth, and pressed down even harder. Then she came, gushing onto my face, saturating my moustache. She had almost completely ignored me so far, just stroking my cock enough to maintain my erection. After a second of rest, she began to make up for it when she leaned over and took the head of my cock into her warm mouth. The feeling was exquisite, better than I ever remembered from oral sex when awake. Then, damn it, my alarm rang again, and I awoke. I savored the memory of this dream, and made sure that I recalled every little detail. I thought about how she tasted, and smelled, and the wild, bucking, intense climax that I gave her. It was at this point that I realized something very strange, and a little scary: My moustache was wet, and smelled like a woman. I discounted it as coincidence--I must have been drooling, or something, as I slept. And the smell... I couldn't quite figure that out. Another day at work ahead of me. I really didn't have time to dwell on a smell at the time. *** **ANGEL 2** That night, Angel responded to one of my posts with a comment that her boobs in real life were bigger than I'd drawn them. So I changed her Angel-toon. I teased her a little about wanting to get a boob job, and posted the "before" and "after" on Lit. She seemed to like her new toon, answering me with... Again, that night, I had "The Dream." Angel came back, with her new breasts. "These are much better, don't you think?" she said. Her voice was husky and low as she moved in closer. "Feel them, they are really nice." I reached out, and touched them softly. They were full, large and very nice looking. The areolae were obviously flushed, and her nipples were erect. As I touched her breasts, and teased her nipples, she reached down for my organ, quickly giving me an erection. She pushed against me, and breathed into my ear "I love my new boobs. How can I thank you?" I moved one hand down to her crotch, and felt that she was very wet. She wrapped us with her downy wings, enveloping me and pulling me tight against her. She began to kiss me deeply and passionately. My cock was between her legs, and she maneuvered me inside her. We began to move together as much as we could, but she had a tight hold on me, and I could barely move. She was controlling this, as I was firmly in her grasp and enfolded by her wings. Angel used her muscles to tighten around me, rhythmically matching and strengthening the intensity of her pelvic movements. It didn't take too long doing this to get her and me really close to climax. Our movements picked up intensity, and then we came together. It seemed to last a very long time, and afterward I was completely spent. She kissed me one last time, hard, and then floated away, and faded from my sight. *** When the alarm went off, I spent just a minute laying there thinking about the great dream I had. It didn't take me long to realize that I had obviously had a wet dream, as I was a sticky mess. Damn, I hadn't had one of those since I was a kid. I got up, and headed to the bathroom to clean up as well as I could. During the day, I couldn't stop thinking about the dreams I had been having-- they were so real, and vivid. And yet, they were so, weird. Who dreams about little charactoons come to life? *** **TOON ORGY** That evening, I had decided that the dreams were just my imagination gone wild, and it couldn't possibly last, so I may as well enjoy it while I could. I thought, "What the heck. I should draw something that I would really, really like." My plan was to assemble three or four naked charactoons into a group scene. I had several cute little toons to choose from, and I arrayed my little group tableau. There was a blonde with short hair, and small, perky breasts. A tall, black woman with long hair, and very dark skin. And, a very busty brunette with long legs and a shaved crotch. I spent about an hour on these, and arranged them into one graphic. I spent the rest of the evening thinking about having a dream with these three hot babes, and what fun we could have. My imagination was working overtime. Finally, bed time came. I was so keyed up that I had a hard time falling asleep (no pun intended), but finally drifted off to have my dream encounter... *** The next thing I knew, the alarm was waking me up. No dream, no erection, no wet spot, nothing. Damn. I didn't understand it--it had worked for Angel (twice), and for Nekky Baby. Well, I thought that perhaps this was a happy fluke of the dream world, and it was done. It was just a couple of dreams, after all. Time for work. I'd miss those dreams. *** **THE COUNTESS** That evening on Lit, in a thread, Countess DeWinter asked for a naked icon. I found one that was close, and posted it. She wrote back: "Oh my!! I love it! Can you give her short hair? Bigger tits would be nice, but you can't do that can you? oh, and how do I put it on my sig line? love ya, the Countess" Well, I could do all that. I e-mailed her, asking for what she'd like, and she replied "THANK YOU!! Wow...a naked pic of almost me. I'm so excited. My hair's pretty short, only about jaw-length and straight. And I wear a 34DD. kisses and licks." I eagerly read and reread her description. I shortened the hair, and enlarged the breasts to match her description. Her complexion was very fair, so I lightened the skin. She also pointed me to the amateur pictures section of Lit, where she had a few posted: "*giggling* I'm guessing then that you don't look at the amateur pics very often *blush*" *** That night, she came to me in a dream. She was much different from the other toons that I had dreamed about. She was taller, and had an air of dignity and authority about her--as if her Countess handle was based partly in truth. But there was also a seductive, sensuousness about her that made her very desirable. (She was my dream, after all). She glided up to me. "Thank you for the things you helped me with today." Her voice was so seductive, with a low, husky tone to it. I could feel the desire in the way she said those words. She took my hands, pulling me toward her, and kissed me. Long, slow, and very passionately. I could feel her body just inches from mine, and mine responded. As I became erect, the head of my cock just touched her neatly trimmed bush. She moved just a little, back and forth, as we kissed, rubbing my cock across her mons. My hands had found their way to her large, firm breasts. Her nipples were very large and prominent, and they were both erect. She was pressing closer now, and I could feel the length of her body against mine. "I've been very naughty today, showing this body to everyone. What would you do to discipline me? I should be spanked, don't you think?" Her voice was so sultry, cool and hot at the same time. She slid down my body, leaving one hand on my cock until she had to release it to get into spanking position. She was on all fours, her gorgeous ass toward me. I could just see her cunt between her cheeks, dripping wet already. "Spank me, now," she whispered. I gave her a swat on the left cheek, then another on the right. She squirmed a little at that, and mewed her approval of the pain. With more force, I repeated this. She responded with more mewing, and wiggled her butt. "Harder," she said, her voice even sexier and huskier now. I gave her more whacks, each time she responded by groaning her desire. Once her butt was nicely reddened, she turned around and got up on her knees, taking my cock into her mouth, and sucked with enthusiasm. As soon as I got close, she stood up, turned around, and pushed me into herself from behind. We fucked like this for just a while before she came. As I would get close, she would change her rhythym, or the angle, or something that would prevent me from cumming. A while longer, she came again. A while longer, she came again. Every time she came, I would get this incredible rush. An electric feeling through my whole body that left my toes tingling. She kept me going for a long, long time. I'm sure she came ten times. Finally, she had this huge, incredible orgasm that pushed me over the edge, and we came together. *** When my alarm went off, I felt like I'd spent the night out partying, drinking and carousing like I had in my younger days. I was completely drained, and sore. I could hardly move. I managed to reach the alarm to shut it off, and slowly stumbled to the kitchen to make some coffee. I called off from work that day, telling them I thought I was coming down with something, and needed to regain my strength. What had happened here? I couldn't get my little orgy charactoons to work, but every time I made one for a Lit member, I got a visitor in my dreams? And, the Countess must have an incredible amount of sexual energy, or at least, her toon does. God I was wiped out. During the day, I read a little on Lit, and poked around, but what I really needed was a long nap. I went to bed early in the afternoon, and slept right through the evening and into the next day. *** **LAVA GODDESS** The next night after work, I logged on to Lit, and began reading threads. I read a thread that had a message from Lava Goddess, which said "Now if I could only get Guru to make my devil naughtily dressed....or nekkie......" An invitation I couldn't pass up. So I copied her little she-devil icon, and worked on it. When it was done, I had made it much redder (hotter) and given her a chain between her nipples, a gold band around her thigh and a tiny red thong. I made the tail look more like it belonged with her body. This little toon really looked hot. I was getting really good at putting sexuality into these little things. When I posted it, she was thrilled, and began using it right away. *** Predictably, that night, I had the dream. The Lava Goddess didn't just glow. She radiated heat that I could feel from what seemed like ten feet away. And, she caused the background to turn very red, like lava. She was incredible looking. Her glowing, red skin, gold nipple rings and chain, and the gold band around her thigh. Her tail was held behind her, and was wiggling a little. "I've come for you," was all she said. Her voice was very strange--not demonic, but it seemed to have several timbres, or tones, in it. She approached me, and I moved toward her. Something in the back of my mind was warning me that she was dangerously sexy looking. As we embraced, I could feel the intense heat of her skin. If this weren't a dream, I'm sure I would have burned where we touched. I let her kiss me--in truth, she was very strong, and I don't think I could have stopped her if I had wanted to. Her tail wrapped itself around us, pulling us tighter together. I could feel it sliding over my lower back and butt as it did. It was as soft as her skin, and as hot. I felt her breasts, caressing them, testing the nipple rings and chain. I ran my hands through her hair. She began to nibble on my ears and neck. Maybe it was a little more than nibbling. It hurt. Almost. Her tail wrapped around my legs, brushing against my balls. Sliding against me under my balls. Soft, and hot. What a feeling. She continued to kiss and bite me while her tail wrapped, and slid, and caressed. Her hands moved down lower to grasp me, to feel my erection. She took my hands in hers, and pushed my arms up over my head. I felt metal rings, or cuffs, being fastened around my wrists. She was kissing me hard, so I couldn't look up to see. Once the rings were fastened, my arms were pulled up tight, stretched out to their full length. Then, she started to really nibble. She bit my neck, and sucked. Her hands had again grabbed my erect organ, and she was slowly stroking me, just keeping me hard. She moved down to my shoulders, and nibbled all over them. I glanced up to see how the hell I was fastened, and there were black, iron- like bands around my wrists. As far as I could tell, there was no way to open them. A chain connected them, and stretched up into the dream-mist as far as I could see. I looked down--God, she was great looking. She was moving her bites toward my erect cock. This worried me, a little, as she was biting harder as she worked me over. When she reached my cock, she bit my thighs, and nibbled on my balls, but didn't suck me. She just kept stroking slowly with her hot hands, teasing me. Then, Lava stood up, and spread her legs, inserting my cock inside her. The feeling of her -- very hot, very wet -- was intense. Her tail had a pointy tip--not sharp, kind of like a small finger, and it was exploring beneath my balls, and my crack. Then, I felt it touch my anus, and begin to insert itself into my opening. She would bite me occasionally, hard, on the shoulder, or the neck, or anywhere she could reach, as she moved up and down hanging on to my body. She would move, then her tail would twitch, then she would stop her body movements, use only her tail, then she would speed up, slow down... I know this lasted a long, long time. Many of the details are gone from my memory, but it was a mixture of extreme, intense pleasure mixed with pain. I'm sure I came at least twice, and couldn't begin to count her orgasms. *** When I awoke, I was drained, drenched in sweat and sticky, and every inch of me hurt. I dragged my aching body into the bathroom to pee, and caught a glimpse in the mirror, then stared at the sight. I had bite marks and hickies all over my neck, shoulders, arms and elsewhere. My skin looked like I had a sunburn--it was definitely reddened--but many of the reddened areas looked like hand prints or lip prints or, I guess, tail marks. I resolved that I would be very careful what kind of drawings I did for the wild women of Literotica. Who knows what might happen, in dreams? *** _THE END_ _Thanks to Countess DeWinter, Lava Goddess, and especially Angel, for their permission to use their charactoons and some of their words in this story._

I had always fantasized about being gang raped. I wanted cocks, lots of them, filling me, covering me, making me their slave. But I had yet to find a boyfriend who was kinky enough to satisfy my multiple desires. When my boyfriend of three years left me for another woman, I decided to treat myself to my ultimate fantasy. I used to read the weekly papers, with the sex ads in the back. Sometimes I'd read them in the train on the way home, unable to control myself. I liked when I saw a guy realize what I was reading, eyeing me. I decided to advertise myself in those pages, expose myself as the whore that I secretly longed to be. Here's what my ad said: "Lonely secretary desperately needs gang raping. 30-something short and curvy, 5'2, 36DD, 115 lbs. Send pictures of you and your friends. If your group is selected, you pay for a nice hotel suite. I show up and you fuck me raw. BDSM encouraged, but safe words must be respected. You know you want me." I had a flood of replies in the inbox that went with the ads, over thirty - groups of three, five, even groups of twelve guys who all wanted to rape my pussy. I went for a big group with cute guys, partly because there were eighteen guys in the group, but mostly because I liked their reply. Here's what they said: "Lovely, lonely secretary, our eighteen cocks ache to make your fantasy come true. We are a group of handsome single guys who play soccer together. We work hard and play hard. We will strip you down and cover you in cum. Then we will rape you, repeatedly, until you beg us to stop, but we won't (unless you use the safe word "red light", at which point we will stop immediately.) Unless you safe word out, prepared to be fucked so thoroughly you won't be able to walk straight for days. It will take at least three showers to wash all the cum out of your hair. You will be whipped and degraded for the whore that you long to be, and you will love every minute of the attention. You know you want us. All of us." Hell, I wanted cock, I was going to get cock. Eighteen guys. I creamed just at the thought of it. I was going to be a porn star for a night, starring in my own fantasy! The soccer team arranged for a suite at the nicest hotel in town. All I had to do was show up horny. Which wasn't hard because I could barely think straight the day of the big fucking event. In our pre-fuck negotiations, they ordered me not to touch my own pussy or tits for anything sexual. I loved that domination, but between that and my sexual frustration, I was ready to blow. I washed myself carefully, and applied some glitter dust to my tits. I was waxed down to a tiny landing strip. I used a dark red lip stain, the better to watch my lips as they slid up and down those tasty shafts. I put on a black leather corset with black fishnet stockings held up by garters, and long, zip up gloves. I really loved the bondage look. The corset made my already huge breasts swell to the bursting, and barely covered my large, brown nipples. It cinched in my waist with delicious pain. My ass was bare except for the elastic straps from the garters, and my cunt was totally exposed – they had instructed me not to wear underwear. I threw on a long coat and took a taxi to the hotel. They told me the room number in advance, so I swept into the elevator and found myself at the top floor. The Penthouse suite - in more ways than one. Who knows, maybe one of them would write about the evening in the "Dear Penthouse, I never thought it would happen to me" column. I knocked. I ENTER THE ROOM I had heard conversations and laughing inside before, but at my knocking, the room fell to a hush. After a moment, a gorgeous, tall guy with dark hair and deep blue eyes answered the door. It was Chris, the one I'd been corresponding with. He invited me in and came around behind me, gently slipping the coat from around my shoulders, revealing me in my bondage finery. You could have heard a cum drop. I felt shy; I wasn't sure how to start my fantasy. Chris had told me he'd done this a few times before, but none of his team had. He put his hand on my back and guided me to the first guy and introduced him as Terry. I put my hands on his shoulders, pulled him towards me, and gave him a deep French kiss. He tasted like peppermint. Then I felt Chris' hands on my bare ass, guiding me to the next guy, Tim. Again, I pulled him towards me and gave him a lingering, tongue filled kiss. I felt his cock harden against my stomach. Chris moved me each guy in turn, and as we moved through the crowded room, I felt myself growing dizzy. They all tasted of peppermint. They must have chewed the same gum before I got there. They all smelled of heat and sex, and maybe some fresh green grass. I lost track of the names after Tim and Terry, and Chris. I didn't care about the names, just the cocks. I felt like a little girl on Christmas, waiting for all the wrappings to come off. I frenched every guy there, feeling them become more and more aroused as I worked my way around the room. Everything was warming up nicely. Some brushed a hand against my bare ass, and most of them looked down into my impossibly deep cleavage. One put his hand against my naked cunt, but I gently grasped it, kissed it, and looked him in the eyes. "Not yet." I said. Finally, when I was done, I looked back at that guy – Gary, maybe? Who knows?" I beckoned to him. "Since you're so eager, maybe you should be the one to undress me." He looked at me intently, like he could already see all the way through me, and moved towards me slowly. I AM PUNISHED Chris intercepted Gary. "Not yet." He said, smiling at me in anticipation. "I think we're the ones who are supposed to tell you what to do, whore, not the other way around." I stifled a gasp of shock, but a drop of cream running down my leg betrayed how much I longed to have him take charge like that. "Bend over!" Chris commanded. He doubled me over one arm, while slapping my bare ass with his free hand. I felt the sting, and another jolt of cream. "Look at this, guys," he called. "See how wet this whore is? I think she needs to be fucked!" He looked around the room. "So – who here wants to FUCK this whore?" I was still doubled over his arm, but I could hear eighteen guys murmur yes. "NOT YET!" he said sternly. "First we have to punish her for trying to tell Gary what to do. Gary?" He looked intently at the guy who had grabbed my cunt. "This whore needs a whipping. Go get the switch." Chris swung me off his arm. "Peter, Frank, go get the restraints. She needs to be chained up for this part," he ordered, as he strong-armed me over to the couch. "Green light?" he whispered, so only I could hear. "Very green!" I whispered back. He chuckled, and then he and some other guy were putting leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Another guy put a collar around my throat. All of the cuffs had big D rings, and soon the guys had attached chains to each D ring, until I looked like a dangerous prisoner. They hauled me over the back of the couch, two guys pulling the chains on my wrists from the front of the couch so I couldn't move my arms, and two guys pulling the chains on my ankles so I couldn't move my legs. I was so short and extended that my feet didn't touch the ground. I was pinned there, helpless. "OK, Gary, now!" Chris commanded. I felt a massive sting across my back side as something thin and sharp cut through the air and into my skin. "Oh, yeah, that's gonna leave some welts. Damn, yeah," Gary said. He whipped me a few more times, and then Chris stepped in. "My turn." Chris gripped my hair and looked me in the eye. "You deserve this, you whore! You brought this on yourself, coming here half naked to a room full of horny guys! You deserve everything that will happen to you here tonight. Including this!" Chris gave me a massive swat on the ass, so hard I couldn't help but cry out. "Ball gag!" he ordered, and almost immediately a large, round ball was shoved in my mouth and strapped to the back of my head. Chris grabbed my hair again. "Shut up, you fucking whore. No one's going to come and save you now, but you're not going to ruin our night with your screaming. You're either going to have a ball or a cock in your mouth all night tonight, since you can't stay quiet without one!" And then he spanked me five times, hard. The flat of his hand stung even more against the welts from the whip. "My, my, my, look at that red ass!" Chris crowed. I think we're going to need to cool that down a bit before we resume the whipping. Jerry, get some ice cubes!" While someone went off to fulfill Chris' commands, he came around the front the couch and put something on my index finger. It was a small red thing. He moved my thumb to a button and showed me that I could press it to turn a red light on, then turned it off again. "Just in case," he grinned, "but I don't think you're going to need it, you sex-starved bitch, you!" Chris went back behind me and suddenly my ass was on fire, but from the burn of ice, not the whip. It's a good thing the ball gag was securely in or I would have screamed loud enough to bring the cops in. Just as suddenly, it was gone, replaced with the smack of the whip. I think they traded off, and someone else gave me a few smacks, then someone else put more ice on my ass. "Frank, you're up", someone said, but I didn't know who. One of the guys holding my chained arm traded places with another guy. Some of them spanked me. Some took their time, teasing my cunt with the tip of the switch. Some of them whaled on me with the switch. In between there was more ice. Chris would occasionally comment on their technique and offer advice. I looked at the flashlight on my finger. Just one push and it would go red, but no way was I ready to stop. My skin was stinging and burning, but I hadn't gotten my creamy cocks yet, so bring it on! I SUBMIT After a while, it seemed like everyone had as much time flogging me as they wanted, and Chris was ready to change the game. "OK, stand her up now. Keep those chains tight!" I was pulled roughly from my perch on the couch and moved to the center of the room. The two on my arm chains pulled my arms wide and the guy on the long neck chain pulled forward slightly, making my chest push way out. During the beating on the couch, my tits had come loose from the corset and were fully exposed on top of the barely existent demi cups. Two more men pulled the ankle chains tight, forcing my legs apart, revealing my quivering cunt. "NOW we're going to strip you, slut. Now that we're good and ready to see your naked body. Now that you've been punished. Unless you want more punishment?" he leered. "No!" I choked out around the ball bag still in my mouth. "No, WHAT?" he said, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, as he stared into my eyes. "No, I don't want more punishment!" I squeaked as best I could, embarrassed at how my voice shook. I shook my head for emphasis, feeling my hair tugging in his strong grip. He wrenched my hair tightly. "You will address me as Master whenever I ask you a question," he said hissed. "Slave! Slut!" With each exclamation he slapped me again, hard, on my flaming bottom. "Do you understand?" "Yes, Master" I mumbled around the gag. "And ALL of these fine gentlemen are your Masters tonight, right?" "Yes, Master!" I mumbled again. "Josh," he motioned to a red headed guy, "take the ball gag out. I want to hear our slave beg for a minute." My face unclenched, working at my sore jaws and swallowing the saliva pooled in my mouth. God, that felt good to get that out! But Chris wasn't done with me yet. "Call me Master," Chris said, smiling down evilly at me. "Yes... Master," I choked out. "And him, who is he?" Chris said, pointing to the red headed guy. "My master, Master!" I hoped that I had done the right thing by not forgetting to address him as Master when he spoke to me. I think Chris looked a little irked that I picked up on that. "Who are all these men, slave?" "They are all my masters, Master," I said, trying to sound properly submissive, looking around the room at the other seventeen men rubbing their dicks. "And what are they going to do with you tonight?" Chris said harshly, pulling my chin back and forcing me to look at him. "They're going to punish me, Master," I said looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. I had never been so turned on. "Why are they going to punish you, slave?" I knew the answer deep in my soul, what I'd always wanted to say to all those timid boyfriends over the years. "Because I've been a bad girl, and I need discipline," I panted. I was so lost in his eyes, I forgot the proper address. I didn't see the switch until I felt it, hard, stinging my cunt. "Master! Master!" I yelped, before he could whip me again. Damn, that hurt. "Yes," Chris said slowly, "you've been very bad, but we will break you and fix you and make you a queen among slaves. Won't we, men?" He looked around, then barked, "And stop touching yourselves! Save it for the whore!" I AM STRIPPED They laughed, and the mood seemed to lighten for a minute. But just for a minute. "Josh!" Chris ordered, and with a jerk of his head, I found the ball gag shoved back in my mouth and felt the straps biting into my neck. Chris whipped my pussy again several times, leaving me stinging and raw. I couldn't even jerk away because the five guys held my chains tightly. It was like my pussy was suspended there. I screamed uselessly against the gag. "Gary!" Chris called, gesturing the other guy over with a jerk of his head. "Strip her down." Gary stood in front of me, studying the corset. I've seen that look on guys trying to get my bra off, but I guess I'd never worn a corset on a first date. (Or a first rape.) "How does it come off?" Gary finally asked, perplexed. I looked at Chris, and shrugged slightly, the gag still tight in my mouth. He chuckled and gestured for someone to loosen the straps on the gag slightly. "The hooks come undone down the front. Master." I hurriedly added, not eager for another cunt whipping. The gag tightened again. Gary slowly negotiated the hooks, one by one, starting from the bottom, removing the tiny shell of decency I had brought with me, until the last hook popped free an my heavy tits swung down. Gary grabbed them, bouncing and slapping them a few times, as the guys murmured their approval. "Get rid of the rest!" Chris ordered Gary. Gary found the zippers on my gloves, and managed to unzip one down to the cuff, but was stuck at the tightness of the leather around my wrist. "Hold her arm still," Gary called to a few of his friends. Three guys came up and flanked me, one holding my arm from the front, one from the back, and one holding my gloved hand. I could feel the one in back of me rubbing against my bare ass. Gary unbuckled the cuff and the guy holding my hand slipped it off the rest of the way. Gary quickly buckled the cuff back in place. As three other guys moved in to take the other arm, Gary undid the second buckle. I flexed my arm, partly to see what they'd do, partly to make my tits bounce in their faces. I could tell it had an effect on them. I probably shouldn't have dared Chris, but I couldn't help myself, even though I paid for my disobedience when he grabbed my tit and twisted it, hard. "You like, this, huh?" he said as he whipped me. "You can't help yourself now from disobeying your Masters, but we will break you. You. Will. Beg. to obey our every command." He emphasized every word with more tit twisting. He gestured at Gary again. "The legs. She needs to be totally bare." Gary started to awkwardly tug at the tight elastic of the thigh highs. "Sheesh," Chris muttered, "You're too slow! Move over." Chris pulled out a wicked sharp knife and moved it slowly in front of my eyes. He leaned into my ear as he dragged the tip of the knife over my throat. "Whatever I damage, I'll buy you double, OK? Green light?" he whispered. I shuddered, not from fear of the dangerous blade, but from the feeling like I'd fallen down a deep well and would never come up. I nodded, feeling excitement dripping down my leg again. With that nod, Chris was bending over and slicing the stockings off my legs. I could feel the razor sharpness of the edge, but not the bite of the blade. He had to finagle a bit around the ankle cuffs, but he didn't seem willing to try and remove those this time. He did order someone to take my stilettos off, and I stood there awkwardly, unbalanced, as one shoe was removed and the stocking sliced, before strapping the stiletto on again, then repeated for the other side. When he was done, he dragged the point of the knife slowly up my naked, quivering body, toying with my cunt and tits as he worked himself up to my eyes. The chains on my arms helped me not collapse in a puddle. Soon I stood there naked except for the leather restraints and the stilettos. I had always longed for a moment just like this, but the reality was more than I anticipated. "Feeling a bit exposed, slave?" Chris leered. "Look at our slut, fellas! Are you ready for some fucking?" A few men started to unzip, but then stopped, looking at Chris, who was staring at me. I AM TIT WHIPPED "Not yet!" Chris said, as his eyes raped my naked body. Chris brought the whip down on my tits. The ball gag muffled my cries as the leather stung my delicate nipples. I hadn't imagined this in my fantasy. I mean, I hadn't imagined that being whipped would turn me on so much, even as it hurt like a son of a bitch. Someone moved around behind me, holding my hips and grinding his crotch into my ass. Then just as quickly, he was spanking my ass, hard. They got into a rhythm, spank, whip, spank, whip. After the first five or six guys, the pain was winning out over the arousal. I guess that was the point. They didn't stop. All eighteen guys slapped and whipped, and iced me down from time to time, the cubes burning my breasts and making my nipples red and raw. When I tried to close my eyes, Chris slapped me across the face. "Eyes open, slut! You have to watch every minute of your degradation. In fact," he said, getting an idea, "move her in here, guys." At his command, they used the chains to drag me into a bedroom where there was a closet door with full length mirrors. I stumbled, teetering on my heels. Chris positioned me in front of the huge mirror, tracing the switch marks all over my chest. "Turn around," he ordered. "Bend over and look at your ass from between your legs." I couldn't stifle a gasp as I saw how red and welted my ass was from all the switching and spanking. They hauled me upright again. "Do you want more, or should we move on?" Chris asked coldly, giving me that intense stare again. I could only stare back, trying to think what I could say around the gag. "Oh, right," he noticed. "I guess if we're taking a break from whipping the shit out of you, we can take that off for a while and put something better in there." Chris nodded at someone. I felt the gag removed, heard it hit the ground as someone tossed it in a corner. I GET PRESENTS "Is it time for presents?" another guy called out. "Why, that's a great idea! Yes!" Chris crowed. "Go get the other toys, Andy!" Andy came forward with a tray, and on that tray were some objects, but I didn't know what they were. I think Chris sensed my confusion. "Do you know what these are, slave?" "No. Master," I said faintly. "First," he said, with the flair of a magician flourishing after an especially fine trick, "Nipple clips, for those dainty pointers of yours. Andy, tighten them until she begs you to stop. Whether or not you stop is up to you, though." Andy picked up a small chrome circle with four tiny screws. He leaned over and sucked on my left nipple until it hardened. I had to stifle a groan of pleasure as his tongue lapped at my throbbing titty. Abruptly he pulled away, and slipped the ring on, tightening it. I opened my mouth to cry out in pain, and a large hand clamped over my lips. "Don't do it," a rough voice ordered, "or you'll get the ball gag back again." I nodded, and he removed his hand. "Too tight, sweetheart?" Andy smirked. "Yes, Master!" I gasped. "Good," he said, and gave it another twist before he moved to the other nipple. When Andy was done, my nipples were on fire and I was creaming my thighs again. "Next!" Andy said, gleefully, placing a larger clip with beads on it around my clit. I could see dangles bobbing gently as I moved, and I could feel the beads sweeping my thighs. I AM COVERED IN CUM "I think it's time for you guys to have some relief before you go all blue balled on us," Chris said. "Break out the tarp!" I was pulled down to the floor on top of a blue tarp, like something you might use when camping. Chris explained the rules of the next game. "Gentlemen, it's now time to whack off and cover our delightful slave in as much cum as we can muster. I want her covered, hair to toe. You get some relief, and she gets the creaming she deserves for being a FUCKING WHORE! Start your engines! First one to jizz her wins a prize!" For the first time that night, I saw naked cock. I was surrounded by it as they jostled for position. Some dropped trou all the way to the floor, while others seemed more reserved and just whipped it out and started flogging from the fly. I guess they were pretty pent, because they started cumming almost right away. A white stream hit my tits. "Tom got the first load!" Chris called out. "Ah," someone complained, "that's because he's at the tits and he's a tit guy!" I saw Tom smiling, shaking out the last of his load on me, but soon another jizz hit me square in the face. I started to close my eyes. "Eyes open, slut!" Chris ordered. I obeyed, watching the stream fly toward my cheek. I couldn't see it, but felt more wetness bathe my feet, then my thigh, then – oh my God – I could feel two loads hit my hair from either side of me, then my crotch, more on my tits, more in my face. Well, they promised they'd cover me in cum! I loved the feel of it, sticky, hot, though my cunt was crying out for its fair share. The last guy was moving a little slow, and taking some razzing from his friends. "Hey, Barry," Chris said, "go get some help from the whore's mouth. Open up, slut!" Chris twisted my nipple ring. I opened my mouth and felt Barry's cock on my tongue. That seemed to do the trick, because after just a few licks he started panting hard. "Pull it out! Get her face!" Chris ordered. I had one last load hit me square in the forehead. It was a big one, like it had time to build up. Someone tilted my head up and it ran into my eyes. I blinked furiously, trying to see through the white haze as the guys hooted their approval at Barry. I AM SHOWERED "OK, Tom, here's your prize!" said Chris. "You get to take her in the shower and sluice her off. Cold water so her tits stay perky. No fucking her yet, though!" As he spoke, someone put the ball gag back in my mouth. A blond, bearded guy smiled at me and grabbed the chain around my neck. He had removed his pants and shirt. "Take off those 'fuck me' shoes, whore, unless you want them showered," Tom ordered. I struggled to sit up and reach my feet, and fumbling with the cum-slick buckles around my ankles. Andy hurried forward and stripped the shoes off, fondling my feet as he did so. Tom yanked me upright and towed me into the bathroom, where he pushed me into the huge walk-in shower. Guys crowded in to watch the show. There was a handheld shower wand in addition to the huge rainmaker shower head. Tom grabbed the wand and cranked the shower on. It hit me full cold and I squealed from the shock of it as it rained from above and squirted from the wand. I tried futilely to cover myself with and crouch in the corner, but the water was everywhere. "No, please stop!" I tried to scream, but my lips could only mumble around that damn gag. "Hey, boss!" yelled Tom over the sound of the shower, "She was yelling at me but I don't think she said 'Master' – can I piss on her?" "Sure!" called back Chris. "She didn't put it on the 'no' list." Tom stopped the water and stepped into the shower, picking up his cock with his free hand and aiming at me. A stream of piss hit me square in the face. The team cheered Tom's aim, a few of them raising their arms and crowing "GOAL!" At least I was in the shower, and this time I was glad when Tom started the freezing water again. I let it wash away his most recent humiliation. I had been curious to see if I would like it. I didn't. But it didn't matter. "You know, I don't think our whore likes showers, at least not golden or cold!" Tom said as he turned off the water. "Who gives a fuck what our slave likes? That's why she's a slave!" yelled a guy with a deep voice. "Scrub that filthy whore!" "Oh, scrubbing, that's a good idea!" said Tom, and he grabbed a big shower brush. Tom squirted some soap on the brush and ordered me to stand up and spread my arms and legs out. "You know, there's enough room in there, we could chain her again, and make sure we can scrub everything." Andy pointed out. They all agreed it was a good idea so once again, I was chained, stretched, and exposed. Tom took the soapy brush and scoured my body, starting with the front. Even though it was just minutes after the cum fest on the tarp, I could see guys harden up again as my soapy tits were jostled around. Damn, those bristles hurt my welts. The sensation of the brush against the nipple rings made me gasp. They turned me around, and forced me to bend over so they could scrub my beaver with the brush, too. The brush tore at the clip on my delicate clit. I was screaming so hard with the pain that by the time the freezing water hit me, I almost welcomed the numbness. Almost. I SUCK LOTS OF COCK Tom grabbed my chain leash again and pulled me out. "Do we dry her off?" Tom said, looking to Chris for leadership. "Naw," Chris said, "We'll leave her slippery for a while. Just put her on the floor on the tarp." I was towed back into the other room and forced down on my knees. The guys formed a ring around me. By now they all had their clothes off and they were all stroking their dicks. Long cocks, short cocks, thick cocks, thin cocks – they all looked beautiful to me, and I wanted them in me. But it still wasn't time for the raping, at least not cunt rape. Someone took off the ball gag, but put a different thing in my mouth, a ring held by leather straps. "This is a ring gag, slave," Chris explained. "It will keep your mouth open for us while we deep throat you. You're probably going to hate it. At least I hope you do." They unhooked the chains from my wrist bands and slapped a dick in each hand and ordered me to go to work. Meanwhile, a cock was shoved into my mouth, working in and out as my throat was thoroughly fucked. If my hands stopped, someone whipped my ass with the switch, but I couldn't scream because of the cock rammed in my mouth. It was like a dance, stroke stroke stroke, shiver, cum, change partners, stroke again. My mouth ached from the ring cock. Drool pooled on the tarp. I was tired and cold, in a fog. I realized Chris stood before me, shoving his thick rod between my stretched lips. He bucked and grinded, almost choking me several times, but always looking deep in my eyes. He was mesmerizing. MY CUNT IS RAPED Chris didn't come in my throat. He pulled out and ordered them to put straps around my thighs. Chains were added to the thigh straps, and chains were again clipped on my wrists. Someone took off the ring gag, giving me a quick finger rape in the mouth as he did. They hauled me up to the bed with my feet towards the headboard, two guys holding my wrist chains over my head so my tits were on maximum display. Two guys held my thigh chains so my legs were forced apart and up, and two more guys held my feet up so they didn't dangle in the air. I had never felt more exposed and vulnerable. This was it. Chris moved around the chains and positioned himself right in front of me, again staring deeply in my eyes. His purple shaft was slick with my spit and bobbing and jerking from his own lust. "Well, whore, this has all been the warm up. We've had some fun with your mouth, but now your cunt is going to get ripped apart by all these dicks. You can beg us to stop. But we won't. We're going to rape you now and you can't stop us. Your legs will stay open until the last of us is spent, and even then someone else will probably be ready to rape you again. Over and over and over. You can scream, but we'll just shove a dick in your mouth and rape you there some more to shut you up. What do you have to say for yourself, you filthy, fucking slut?" I was stunned. I had never imagined I would feel this so deeply. The humiliation. The punishment. I didn't want it to stop, but I was terrified to go forward. I knew this would change me forever in ways I never imagined when I placed that damned ad. It was a lark then, but this was now serious shit. I could stop – my mouth was free. I could just yell "red light" and they would back off and I could go home. But I couldn't. I couldn't go this far and not keep going. Chris looked at me again with those burning eyes. "Do you want us to stop?" I took a deep breath, my breasts barely moving because my arms were stretched so tight. "Please," I begged, "Please Master, please don't rape me, don't hurt me anymore. It's all too much for me. Too much cock! Please!" Chris grinned, obviously savoring my begging, enjoying my total submission. He shoved his cock into me. I came as soon as he entered me, feeling wave after wave making me shiver. "Oh, look at this whore! She loves it!" I fought against the chains, struggling to close my legs and force him out, but he just pounded harder and harder. It felt endless, and it felt like in no time he was groaning as he loosed his load in me. Chris had barely finished before he had moved away and the next guy was between my legs. Gary? Barry? I couldn't remember. They were all just "Master" to me now, and I was their slave. The next guy pumped a few more times and I was cumming again, as they laughed. I wasn't just cumimng from the fucking; I was coming from the entire gang rape experience. I was marked, claimed by their cum deep inside of me. I could feel it gushing out after the fourth or fifth one, sloppy on my thighs. I started crying, begging them to stop, but not using the safe word. "Shut the whore up!" someone yelled. I was pulled so my head was dangling just off the bed and a cock could easily slide in and out and rape both holes. I felt like I was flying. I felt the cum hit the back of both holes at the same time. And then it was happening all over again, and again. My legs hurt. My cunt and lips felt bruised by all the fucking. But I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. I really didn't want to stop. It felt like hours. They changed me around a few times. They took off the ring gag and moved me into doggy style, still fucking me from behind and in the mouth. They liked that because my huge tits bounced around, so other guys sucked on them from underneath. Then they moved me to the sofa, with my head on the cushion and my hips on the sofa arm, legs forced wide apart. I was fucked for hours and hours. I couldn't scream out because there was always a cock in my mouth. My jaws ached. My throat was gargling in their cum. I could tell they were starting to wear down a bit when they started torturing my tits more than they tortured my cunt. MY ASS IS PENETRATED FOR THE FIRST TIME Just when I thought my cunt would be bleeding from abuse, Chris called a halt. "I think it's time to give her pussy a rest." I almost groaned in relief, but I should have realized he wasn't about to make things easy on me. I closed my eyes, and this time he allowed it. They pushed me to the floor on my knees. I felt someone grab my hair and kiss me; I opened my eyes and saw it was Chris. I could taste myself on his tongue as it probed into my cum-soaked mouth. I thought about him tasting all of his team mates in there. But soon I couldn't think of anything else. Someone strapped the ball gag on my mouth again, hard. Someone else pushed me forward into doggy position. Two guys started sucking on my tits. Someone shoved an ice cube up my cunt. At the same time, someone plunged a well-lubed cock into my asshole. I had never felt such searing pain! I thought I would split in two. I was so tight he couldn't force himself into me all that much. "I think this hole is going to need some more work before we fuck it." Chris said regretfully. "But I'm going to leave my mark here, so she knows we own every part of her." I could feel his hand stroking himself, and rubbing my ass, as he worked up to yet another load. Just his tip was in me, but I still felt the cum shooting inside, staining me there forever. I AM SENT HOME NAKED After that, thing started to wind down. A few guys still had another blast in them. Most came by and gave me a tongue fuck, or at least a lick. Eventually Chris brought the evening to a close. "I think our slave has been raped enough for one night. I think she's been penetrated well over 100 times tonight. Well, not in the ass, but we'll work on that. Anyone else want one more go at her?" They chuckled slowly, and shook their heads. I'm not sure who was more exhausted. "Unchain her and send her home. If she can still walk." They undid the chains and the straps and helped me to my feet. My legs quivered so much I almost fell. I felt someone catch me and move me to the couch. Two guys strapped my stilettos on; they were crusty with dried cum. Two more guys helped me stand and walked me, nude, towards the door. Someone came up with my discarded corset and gloves. Chris shook his head and helped me on with my coat. "She goes home naked," he said. "I want her to go home deep in her shame tonight. And when you get home," he said, moving around to look deep in my eyes, "you are not allowed to shower. You are to keep all this cum on you for 24 hours. You have to smell us and feel us, all over you. Remember, you belong to us, and we'll know if you disobey, and you will be punished." "Yes, Master" I whispered. My tongue was so tired I could barely get the words

out. "Do you have anything else to say for yourself, you filthy, fucking whore?" "Yes," I whispered. "Can we do this again next week? And can you bring more guys with you?" For some reason, the first thing I remember about that day was the coldness of the glass in the passenger side window of the truck 'Uncle' Brad was driving to his mountain cabin. It was June 1994 and a pre-dawn rain had cooled things off. The sky still was overcast and the threat of a storm still lingered. A few days before, two weeks after high school graduation and a month after my 18th birthday, my Mom had discovered copies of Honcho and Blue Boy under my bed. My grandparents owned several motels and hotels in the region, so I never lacked for a summer job cleaning rooms. That's where I'd found them, great spank bank material for a virgin who didn't know what his sexuality was yet. I longed to suck a cock like one of those in the magazines. I liked girls, too, and had some near misses getting laid, but truth be told I wanked to Honcho more than then Penthouse. I was pretty sure my Mom had told Brad, based on some indistinct words I'd overheard her say over the phone. Brad was the best friend of my dad and a good friend of my mom's. He was chief operations officer in my grandparents' company. My dad had been chief financial officer when he died in 1991 in a 10-car pile-up. My grades slid. I was depressed for a long time. My mom loved my dad, but I think she bounced back sooner than me, or appeared to, which strained our relationship. That's when I went from dismissing my furtive glances in the school locker room checking out cocks to looking more at older men. I never even fantasized about my dad, but something in me wanted that older male approval. People my age no longer had any attraction for me. AIDS also scared me away from doing anything more than look. Brad had been around and part of my family's world since I was little. That's how he earned the 'uncle' part of his name with me. Only recently had he become the object of my still partly denied lust. He was like Tom Selleck without the mustache and with more pepper in his hair. He never lacked for girls but had never married. I was NOT looking forward to discussing the magazines and whether I was gay with him. How could he not have a lower opinion of me then with what he probably had learned from my mother? I audibly sighed with the burden of these thoughts as he nudged my shoulder. "Hey, cut it out. We're going to have fun and get out of that city heat. We're almost there." A minute later we passed through the gate of the small cluster of luxury homes. It was funny that Brad called it his cabin. It was more suburban home with rustic finishes. Brad had tried to fill in for my father, and he'd done a pretty good job. We'd been up here before, hiked, taken nature photos, fished etc. This time, he'd promised me a beer or two. Brad stopped the car in the u-shaped drive and parked it there at the end of the walk to the front door. Wordlessly, we each grabbed our duffel bags from behind the seats and walked in after Brad punched in the code. It was stuffy, and he lowered the thermostat setting and got the AC cranked up. Brad then proceeded to do some other similar things to prep the house. I helped him unload groceries, but after I went to my room, unpacked and then ended up lying down on the bed staring at the sentence. I think Brad looked in on me at some point through the open door then went to unpack and unwind in the master bedroom. I drifted off into an afternoon nap. Brad woke me and again was jostling my shoulder. "Wakey, wakey, Drew" he smiled. "Hey, I dozed a bit, too, but it's time to get up." I looked at the clock. It was almost 7:30, and the light was fading. "Wow, I did not mean to sleep that much." "Me either, the rain started again and the sound put me to sleep. It's stopped now and should be a good night to stay up late and enjoy the deck. I'm going to grill some steaks." Brad challenged me to make some salads and bake a couple of big potatoes, and I rose to the challenge. Within an hour we were eating at the kitchen table, which looked out on the woods and deck behind the 'cabin.' We were drinking beers with the meal, which felt terribly grownup to me. We talked about my going to college, and he reminisced about his own college years. "You know it's a great time, but it's also tough because you're being asked to make decisions about your future and who you are. Remember nothing is locked in stone though. Don't treat it like they are forever decisions but take them seriously. Enjoy yourself and explore everything, including relationships." I nodded and said I would. Brad gave me a knowing smile and finally dropped the other shoe, "Your mom told me you're already exploring, at least in privacy and in your head. She told me about the magazines under your bed." Despite his earlier words, I still was anticipating some judgment or mild chastisement. Brad didn't deliver it though. "You know, I guess I'm bisexual, and it started with me in college. I fucked a few guys and let them suck my cock. Bottoming wasn't for me though, and I still love women. An ass is an ass though and a mouth is a mouth, right?" I nodded again, and Brad burst out laughing. "Man, if you could see your face right now, then you'd probably laugh, too." Brad, really? I was stunned and did not see his revelation coming. Brad said, "Come on, Andy! Speak. What do you think?" I told him what I was feeling, how I was shocked but glad he wasn't thinking less of me because of the gay porn mags, and then I started asking him questions about his college experiments and what he thought now. For him, it had started with a drunken fuck of a fairly femme guy after a party. Brad had fucked him at the bottom of a dorm stairwell, under the stairs and using some boxes stored there. The guy had fluffed him out of his 'whiskey dick' state first and magically had a tiny bottle of lube with him. Brad said the blowjob had been the best he'd received to that time and the anal was on the same level. Brad asked me about my sexual experience, and I told him the truth. I was officially a virgin. I had a few makeout sessions with girls that were good that resulted in me fingering them to orgasm and me getting handjobs, some limited oral and things like that. I had no experience with men beyond fantasy. "Well, when I left college, I thought my experiments were over and I knew who I was. I was going to conform and stick to women, find a wife and do what was expected. Bisexuality wasn't part of my sense of who I was. BUT, I discovered I started to miss it." I just listened, and then Brad dropped the real bombshell. "Then, I met your mom and dad and everything changed. We all three became best friends with each other, and they needed me." Almost nervously, Brad smiled and said, "There's that look of yours again. I know I am dropping all sorts of bombs on you tonight, giving you lots to absorb." "I don't believe you," I said quietly. His words were neutral but it was the subtext and tone I was rejecting. "It's true," Brad said. "It really is. Your dad was and your mom is very... submissive. They loved each other, but something was missing. They both said they knew it but didn't want to admit it because almost everything else was perfect. I had a wonderful man and a wonderful woman who gave me control, and I had the best of both worlds." Some things in my head started to click into place that made what Brad told me make sense. They were little things I had seen or heard over the years. Individually, they were easy to dismiss but with this big piece of news, it was getting harder to ignore them. Still, I just couldn't wrap my head around it all. I denied it and said so. Brad said, "I didn't want to show you this tonight, but you're sort of forcing me to show you all the cards tonight, Billy." I told him I didn't need to see anything and that I still couldn't believe my PTA, bake-sale mom and Chamber of Commerce dad had been in a longstanding menage a trois. "Just give me 10 minutes, and then I'll stop. If after that you want to pretend we never had this conversation tonight, then I won't say another word. OK?" Reluctantly, I agreed. We went into the living room, and he turned on the TV and VCR as I settled into the couch. Next, Brad pulled a hidden key from behind some books in the entertainment center, inserted it in a locked drawer there and unlocked the drawer and then took from it a videotape and popped it into the player. The first image I saw was of the back of a man's head. I pretended not to recognize it, but when the camera swung around to the side and pulled back, I couldn't deny it was my father. He was collared, naked and kneeling. I could hear Brad's voice instruct him to "tell us what you are." He looked from the camera and then up at Brad and blushed. "I'm a faggot. I'm a cocksucker and a cuntlicker. I'm a beta and your slave, Sir." I heard Brad say, "Good, slut," and then watched his lower half enter the frame and his large, cut cock become visible, too. My father buried his face in Brad's big, loose sac and balls. Suddenly, the video paused and I turned to me left to see Brad had slipped his shorts off and pulled his semi-erect cock through the fly of his boxers. "Sorry, the boys needed some air," he said with a smile that almost was a sneer. "Do you want to watch more?" "No," I said. My mind and my thoughts were all over the place, emotionally assaulted. Still, I found myself staring at Brad's hardening dick but trying to look at his face. "Does it look bigger or smaller in person?" Brad asked with a chuckle. It was thick, long (7+ inches?) and veiny. I'm not sure why I said anything at all, but I managed a whispered, "Bigger." "Are you sure? Because it looks bigger on the screen to me," he said with a smile. I looked again at the TV and he had frozen it on the image of his own cock, a closeup. "Why don't you get a closer look and get down on the floor, Billy?" Brad tugged on my arm and I passively followed to a spot between his legs. All these revelations had me in an emotional lockdown mode. So, there I was kneeling, finally with a large dick not two feet from my face. I could smell the scent of his cock and balls, Brad's scent. My smaller cock was stiff and leaking precum in my briefs. "Here, so you can get a clear view," Brad said as he slipped his boxers down. He grabbed my left shoulder and upper arm, hooking his hand in my armpit and guided me to my knees in front of him. Now, I could clearly see his huge balls and the loose skin of his scrotum. They hung there, those cum-filled nuts of a real man, the kind of man in the magazines I had wanked to. I love cocks and everything about them, but for as long as I can remember I have been fascinated by balls and scrotums. I looked up at Brad, my eyes were wet and, I imagine, glassy with lust but I looked in his eyes and my cock got even harder. I saw hot steel in them. There was no doubt what I was about to do and he was determined to bend me to it. I felt his hand behind my neck now pulling me down. With a sigh, I gave in and buried my face and nose in his musky balls. I heard myself moan as I licked and sucked at his sac. I gently took one of his heavy, virile testicles in my lips and sucked at it. I so wanted the seed inside, the seed of an alpha. He commanded me to look up at him and I did, but I kept my mouth in place, feeding on his masculine power and energy. Our eyes met and he spoke, "Billy, you're taking your father's place as my cocksucking faggot. I like it slow so I expect you to slowly savor and really worship there. That cock is your god, now." Brad finished with a smirk. That and his harsh words, "faggot" and "cocksucker," were both slaps in the face, verbal assertions of his dominance, a dominance I had no choice but to accept them. With slow, deliberate speed, my mouth gradually travelled up from his balls and I tongued and licked at the base of his hard-as-rock shaft. Already, my head was somewhere I later learned was subspace. What I lacked in experience I think I made up for in eagerness and lust. Now, I recognize it as swimming in Phallus. I use that term to mean male sexual energy and masculinity. Simultaneously, I was glad to have a cock and to serve one. Brad was more insightful than he or I knew at the time because in that moment I was a convert in the Church of Cock, the Cult of Phallus. I lapped enthusiastically at the skin of his shaft, tracing every vein and texture. My ministrations ended at his frenulum and a tasted Brad's first drops of pre-cum. His hands guided my head and mouth until my lips were directly over the head of his dick. With a light pressure, he thrust into my mouth. Within seconds, my mouth was filled. I continued to lap at the underside of his shaft, moving my tongue to generate friction and to savor his taste, his alpha-ness. I sucked like a calf at a teat, hungry for cock milk. The length hit my gag spot and Brad pulled me back a fraction of an inch and left it there. "You might not be able to take it all the first time, but your dad did," Brad challenged. "Stay right there or pull up a little more. Get used to it." I sucked and made short stroking movements with my tongue. Somehow this calmed me. Breathing through my nose was difficult at first, but as I relaxed my need for air diminished and it became easier. After just a few minutes, I needed and wanted to take Brad's cock deeper. I discovered my gag reflex was much lower in my throat and slowly I eased the shaft deeper. Soon, I felt the scratch of his pubes at my lips and nose. He was all inside me, and I felt a surge of both pride and submission, a seemingly contradictory combination of emotions. To breathe though, I had to slowly withdraw to the half point of his cock length. I started alternating between these half swallows and deep throating. I was very pleased with myself and with pleasing him. I needed his approval, coming from the authority and status of an older male. I must have been lost in a haze of lust because I don't remember noticing any of the signs until remembering later his shaft swelling and his breath catching as Brad spooged in my mouth. God, how clearly I remember that first taste of another man's seed. I neither liked it nor disliked it. Brad's had a meaty flavor, maybe it was the steaks (ha!). Brad told me not to swallow yet as he ejaculated the last small ropes of cum onto my tongue. Twenty seconds later, he ordered me to show me his load. "Damn! It's even more than I thought. OK, swallow it, cocksucker." I did. I savored the sensation of it traveling down to my stomach, probably my imagination at work. Since that night, I have had relationships with women and men, but that first taste of cum imprinted on my brain so powerfully. Sometimes I feel I am only truly at peace when I have eaten and can taste it in my mouth. Brad pulled me up and hugged me. "I needed that." Without meaning to, I found myself snuggled against his chest, my cheek resting in his hair. Playfully, I extended my tongue and licked a nipple. He chuckled, squeezed my hard-on, which was dripping pre-cum, then pulled me by my cock, forcing me to stand. He shifted his hand to the back of my head and guided me to the master bedroom. Brad left me standing there while he retrieved a silicon cock ring from the drawer of a bedside table. He stretched it around the base of my balls, which constricted everything but not too tightly. "Get on the bed on all fours," he commanded gruffly. I assumed the position, and in that position, I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could hear the snap of a latex glove and the squirt of a bottle. Next, I felt his fingers probing at my asshole. "Damn, you are tight, boy," Brad said. "Ever do any butt play, even on your own?" "No, sir," I replied meekly. "Well, that might be a challenge at first for you then, but I will be rewarded with a tight ass to fuck. And mark my words, I will fuck you." My cock twitched at this news, and his determined assertiveness. As he fingered my ass, Brad talked a lot and tried various combinations of fingers and thumb, opening me up. "Your dad loved it when I fucked him, and he loved my cock. Your mom still does. Even now, the idea of fucking a whole family, having all of you as my bitches is... arousing. It's almost like all of you were born to be my sex slaves," he said with a laugh. "We've been discreet so far, but maybe your mom and I will even let you watch sometime or listen through the wall," he said. "You'll get to hear her moan for my cock like you are about to do. She calls it my'magic wand,'" he laughed. Once I was lubed and stretched enough, Brad pushed a wide butt plug into my ass. It took some effort but eventually, it went in. Brad then removed the glove and joined me on the bed. "Straddle my hips and face me," he said. I noticed his cock, which I later would nickname 'The Hammer,' was semi-erect. Brad was recovering from the blowjob. Brad reached out and teased my almost purple cock, lightly running his finger along the frenulum. I moaned and he fed me a big drop of pre-cum. I licked his finger clean. "Goddamn, you are one cute, little twink fuckboy!" Brad said as he lightly patted my left cheek with his right hand. I then felt the tip of The Hammer touching the cleft of my ass. Brad reached under me and removed the butt plug. It came out with a "plop" and I sighed. Brad guided me back and with his right hand, aimed his cock at my asshole. "Ride that pole, and feel free to do it as fast and as slow as you want, until I tell you otherwise. This is one of your mom's favorite positions. Let's see if it's yours." I pulled my ass cheeks wide with both hands and slowly, very slowly, pushed down onto his cock. My goal was to get the head in. I tried to relax. That's what everyone said to do. I could feel the bottom, fat ridge of the glans pop into my ass. I hesitated a second or two then slowly used my weight and thighs to push it further in. Brad said, "God, you are TIGHT! That feels awesome. It's like the first time I fucked your dad. Keep going, boy." I felt the head slide past my prostate and I groaned loudly. Brad chuckled arrogantly. "Oh, you are one horny, little boy cunt. You are going to LOVE me fucking you," Brad said. I had him about halfway in now. Apart from all the new sensations, my mind was full of perverse thoughts of how this cock had been in the pussy of the woman who gave birth to me and in the ass of the man who spilled his sperm into her. Maybe it was destiny that it would fill me, too. That was when I felt his balls and sack touch my ass cheeks and realized he was all in. Both of us were breathing heavy. Slowly, I rose higher and higher. I knew it was only inches but its withdrawal felt like miles. Already, I was missing having it all in my ass, clenched tight and help precious there. I stopped before the head could plop out and I lowered myself again. "You're a full fag now," I thought to myself. "You're full of alpha cock just like some little bitch." I moaned for it. Brad moaned, and I thrust up and down a second time. It was getting easier. My ass was stretching and full of lube. Both of us were covered in a sheen of sweat. Faster and faster, I humped his cock. Brad started to buck slightly under me. I'm not sure why I said it, but I noticed a giant, full moon over the lake, "The moon is beautiful." Brad turned his head and groaned a "yes." Then, he surprised me by pushing me away. "Let's go outside," he said, pulling wide the sliding door. "Come on." There was a small, side table there that was the perfect height, and Brad bent me over it. "No one can see us here. Don't worry," Brad reassured as he bent me over the table and pushed his cock back in. The table started to rock beneath us, but it held together. A cool, night breeze embraced us and cooled the sweat on our skin as Brad grunted and panted behind me. What the change did for me was overwhelming. With just the slight change in angle, Brad's cock was grazing my prostate and felt waves of pleasure with each contact. "Oh, GOD!" I moaned. "Fuck my ass, Brad. Make me your bitch. Shoot your seed," I was in ecstasy. Brad reached down and carefully pulled the cock ring off while keeping half of his cock in me. I sighed at the release. I was staring right at the bright moon when he started pounding my ass again. His rod plunged in, and I knew he was close from his breathing. I was too. "Here it cums, Drew. Take my load!" I felt it fill my ass as he reached down and started stroking my cock. I screamed in orgasm so powerfully that I knew Brad would possess me. I was his any time. As our breathing slowed, Brad collapsed into one of the Adirondack chairs. Eventually, I got my bearings and did the same. Neither of us cared about our where the cum leaked. There was no more sex that night. We drank beers naked on the deck until it got too chilly. I slept with him the master bed. There was a lot more sex the next day. Brad introduced me to edging. He had me suck him several times before he let himself cum. I also took his dick in my ass more than once, too. We watched a lot of porn, too, and he gave me tips, too. Brad promised to hook me up with someone so I could lose my v-card to a woman. I would bet you're wondering if I ever had sex with my mother. I didn't. I did watch them more than once. We believe I was even a witness to the conception of my half-brothers, twins. Mom hadn't hit menopause yet, and all of us were worried about the twins but they were healthy and normal, each over 6 pounds each, a big pregnancy for such a small woman. Both of us did have sex with Brad and my mother really got off on watching Brad and I. It was a turn on for me, too, having her see us. We each wanted to please and serve Brad. The twins changed everything though. I still find it hard to fathom all these years later, but after Brad and Mom married and the twins were born, Brad had a conversion experience. He became a good, Bible-toting dad and eventually my Mom went along, too. I suspect his dominance and her submission became flavored with Christian patriarchy and scriptural kink of a sort. You know, be a good wife and submit to your husband, "honor and obey." That stopped the sex completely between him and me though. Brad tried to apologize for all "the perversions," but mostly he silently denied our shared sexual past. I turned my grades around in college, found a good career and married the kinkiest, most brilliant woman I have ever known. Maybe I'll tell that story one day. You'd always been a night owl. Which was a fairly odd habit to have in a house full of early risers. You'd be warming up your cup of milk to drink before you finally attempted to rest, just as your mother was rising to make her first cup of coffee for the day. While your parents had never tried to change you, it did worry them. "It's just so unhealthy, staying up so late. What do you do all night? You can't go out!" You'd heard it so many times, from so many people, that the response was basically tattooed audibly on your tongue. "I'm perfectly fine. I just keep myself busy. No, I never go out." Of course you've never gone out. Everyone in the village knows that you couldn't go out after dark. For as long as you can remember, Grandma and the other old ladies had prattled on about the dangers of the dark, and made sure that everyone stayed inside after sundown. They sprinkled the doorways with salt, rubbed lavender all over the outside walls, and during the summer solstice would always sacrifice a goat to the dark. Funnily enough, everyone listened to them. All the adults took the old crones' words for gospel. They'd never seen anything out during the night, but they never questioned them either. They didn't know any better. You really wanted to know. You needed to. What was it that had everyone so afraid to go outside in the evenings? What creature was behind you being banished to your rooms on those long, insomniac evenings? Could it be nothing at all? Could you be free finally to roam the night, instead of hiding inside? It'd been a long day. You'd woken late, as usual, but still made it to school, which started at midday during these winter months. There was no light until near ten, the sun struggling to reach over the mountains and through the thick, chilling fog. And heavens, kids couldn't be out until the dark was gone, right? You rub your eyes, trying to work the weariness from them, as an old lady preaches to the group, her every movement rattling her strings of beads, made of bone and time. Every other child huddled around you, wrapped in blankets and thick furs, listened with interest, taking the crone's words for law. You knew better. These old ladies were probably crazy, not to mention creepy enough to wear bones for jewellery. "No don't forget kids, tonight is the blood moon, and if you don't want to end up like ol' Tom down by the river, you'd better stay inside tonight. Sleep with your parents close, and don't dare rise 'til late." Ol' Tom wasn't quite what everyone thought he was, really. You were quite sure it was just a stack of stones that the old ladies had arranged to scare kids into listening, the same way they warned of Father Frost or the leshens in the forest. All just lies to get you to behave. You were so tired. So sick of having to come to school in the day after not sleeping. So sick of the lies. What really crept about during the night? After lunch you go to visit Ol' Tom, down by the river. The water runs quickly, cold as ice, glinting in the sun as it passed over the smooth stone bed. Ol' Tom is stacked up, resting in the shadow of the mountain tops. He's made of smooth stones too, and you trace the face with your fingers lightly. But you're doing something. You tough the creases that may be his eyelids, and water rushes from them, icy as the stream. Surprised, you jump back, and Ol' Tom raises an accusing finger at you. "Don't you go doing what you're planning!" he says, the voice carried by the wind. It sounds old, like the old shaman of the village, and wise. Spooked, you head back to your house. That night, you couldn't sleep. You can hear the howls outside, of the village dogs, and could almost hear the pitter patter of small feet. You're so sure someone is out there, but no one else in the village would be awake, or brave enough to go outside. You're brave, right? You could find what's outside, if there is anything at all? The old wives' tales were simply that, right? You pull on your big coat, and slip into your rough leather boots, lacing them tight. It definitely felt as if you'd be running tonight. You grab your father's woodcutting axe, and head out into the night. Right before you open the front door and think for a second. Are you so sure you're going to do this? Of course you are. There is nothing to be afraid of. You step outside, and are greeted by the cold winter night. You look around, trying to see anything out there, but there was nothing. Walking the village, looking for something, you're disappointed. There was nothing out here! The old women were telling everyone lies. Disappointed but victorious, you turn to go back home. Reaching the safety of your garden, you put down the axe and try to open the front door to get inside. But you can't. You can't even touch it, your hand passing through it like it was nothing. You try to bang on the doors, but you can't. You try to bang on the windows. Nothing. Not a noise could be made. You try to yell, but the wind just blows louder than you could scream. Upset and confused, you curl up on the ground, content to just wait for someone to arise in the morning. You stand vigilant, waiting for something to emerge from the night. Nothing does. The villagers begin to stir early in the morning. They're so happy to have survived another night, in fear of what may have come. A mother walks outside to grab some firewood, day not quite having broken yet, and notices a new pile of river stones, neatly stacked up against her fence. She squints at it. It looks awfully familiar. Approaching it, she realises what has happen, and opens her mouth to scream. She shouldn't have come out so early. It wasn't day yet. The thing that emerged that night took her, a face being added to the pile of stones. They almost resembled Ol' Tom now.

I woke up not knowing or remembering exactly where I was or what I was doing there. I did know that I had a fierce headache. Touching the right side of my head I could feel a little dried blood just above my ear and then I started to remember where I was and how I got there. I knew I was somewhere in southern Tennessee, near the village of Pittsburg Landing and Shiloh Church. Shiloh is a Hebrew word meaning _place of peace_ \- an inappropriate word for what had gone on there. For two days I had witnessed the bloodiest battle I or perhaps any man had ever seen. I say "witnessed" because I was not an actual participant. I was too old to be a soldier but fit enough to write about the war for the Cincinnati Enquirer. I had ridden with General Grant's Army of the Tennessee down through the volunteer state. Grant's victories over the rebels at Fort Henry and Fort Donelson had come as a welcome relief to the north in contrast to the steady stream of defeats of the Army of the Potomac at the hands of the Confederate Army of Virginia under the command of the seemingly unbeatable Robert E. Lee. We had arrived at Shiloh several days earlier and were waiting for the arrival of the Army of the Ohio under the command of General Don Carlos Buell. They were coming down the Tennessee River from Nashville and would join up with the Army of the Tennessee for a push across the Mississippi state line and a confrontation with the Confederate Army of Tennessee under the command of General Albert Sydney Johnston. As a reporter I found it interesting that the Union armies were named for rivers and the confederate armies were named for states. Likewise the battlefields were designated by landmarks in the north and by cities in the south. Consequently what was referred as the Battle of Bull Run in the northern papers was called the Battle of Manassas in the south. It took a little getting used to but getting the facts and terminology straight was part of my job. While we were waiting for the Army of the Ohio to arrive General Johnston was busy and on the morning of April 6, 1862 he attacked the resting and largely unsuspecting Union army with full force. I had been camped with General Grant's entourage somewhat back of the front lines but the sounds of cannon and rifle fire and the screams of the wounded and dying would be forever embedded in my memory. I made notes as quickly as I could, jotting down the names of places like The Hornets Nest, The Peach Orchard, The Sunken Road and Owl Creek and interviewing those soldiers I could find who had actually witnessed the fighting. The Union army was able to finally halt the Confederate advance of the first day and on the second day the Army of Ohio finally arrived and the Union army prevailed. It appeared that the battle had pretty much ended in a tie but it had claimed a terrific toll in dead and wounded on both sides and the Blue could afford to lose a lot more combatants than the Grey so in that sense it could be called a victory for the north - at least that's how I would report it to the readers of the Enquirer. Lines of communication had been disrupted by the fighting and I had been on horseback, riding alone, heading north to the town of Savannah, Tennessee to telegraph my dispatch back to Ohio. I vaguely recalled something striking the side of my head and that was the last thing i remembered. Touching the side of my head again and probing gingerly I determined that I had suffered a crease wound across my right temple, severe enough to draw blood and render me unconscious but, thankfully, not enough to kill me. Whether the shot was an errant shot or an intended assassination I knew not but the fact that I was still alive and could see my horse grazing nearby led me to believe that I had been shot by accident, perhaps by someone shooting at a deer or a squirrel. I got up and swung back onto my horse and resumed my journey. I looked at my pocket watch and saw that it was just after four p.m. and I hoped that I had time to reach Savannah before dark. After about an hour I neared a small clearing and could see a farmhouse nestled under a grove of trees. I could hear the muffled sound of a woman's voice crying in distress and the guttural conversation of two male voices. I stopped my horse, dismounted and took my Colt 45 revolver out of my saddlebags. I tethered my horse to a tree and cautiously approached the farm house, using the woods as a cover. What I saw next made the bile rush to my throat and my face flush with anger. Two soldiers in Union blue uniforms had a woman pinned between them. She was on all-fours with her dress thrown up around her and her bare bottom exposed. The man in front had a hammer lock on her neck and the man behind had dropped his uniform trousers and was on his knees and about to rape her from behind. I cocked my revolver and stepped out from the cover of the trees. "Hold it right there," I said. The men looked at me, saw my weapon and the man behind stopped his advance toward her exposed loins. He smiled at me and said, "Hello stranger. You're just in time for dinner." "Yup," said the man in front, "if you don't mind left-overs. I get sloppy seconds and you can have dirty thirds." "I think not," I said. "Move away from her right now." "Aw, now, be reasonable," the man behind her said, hurriedly trying to stuff his cock into his pants. "This woman is most likely a Reb and we're just samplin' some of that famous Southern hospitality." "The spoils of war, as it were," said the man in front who had relaxed his grip on the woman's neck. "I don't have time for conversation," I said "and you are not about to sample any of what you call Southern hospitality." "Are you a Johnny Reb?" the man in back asked. "I'm a newspaper man," I said, "and I've witnessed enough violence over the last two days to last me for a lifetime. Now, stand up and get away from that woman." They did and, with a look of great relief, the woman gathered her clothes around her and scurried into her house. The men looked at me uncertainly and one of them said, "Well, I guess we'll be movin' on." "I don't think so," I said. "What are gonna do about us?", the other one asked. "I'm not sure," i said, "I ought to shoot you but that goes against my principles." I pondered what to do and my deliberations were interrupted by the sound of horses hooves coming down the road. I turned slightly, still keeping my revolver pointed at the two of them, and saw a troop of Union cavalry riding up. "Oh, shit," one of the ruffians said. The cavalry troop halted and their leader, wearing the silver bars of a captain, drew his revolver and said, "What's going on here." I said, "I'm a correspondent for the Cincinnati Enquirer. I was riding toward Savannah to telegraph a dispatch to my paper about the battle down at Shiloh and I came across these two trying to rape a woman, She's in the house and she'll corroborate my story." I turned toward the house and saw the woman standing on the porch. She called to the officer and said, "That's the God's truth. If this gentleman hadn't happened along they would have done what he said." "Let me see your credentials," the officer said. I handed him a copy of the pass which was issued by the War Department to all the reporters covering the conflict. He looked it over and said, "This all looks to be in order and since this lady backs up your story I believe you and I need to thank you. We've had, unfortunately, more than our share of problems with deserters terrorizing the locals." Turning to the woman on the porch he said, "Madame on behalf of the Union Army I apologize for what these men did, or tried to do to you and I assure you they will be dealt with severely." The would-be rapists arms were tied behind their backs, they were attached by ropes to horses and led away back toward the Union lines to the south. I walked toward the woman and said, "Are you alright, ma'am?" "Thanks to you, although there's probably no way I can adequately thank you. I could offer you some supper, I've a chicken stewing in the oven and was about to fix my supper when those men appeared." She held out her hand and said, "My name is Laura Jackson." "Any relation to Andrew Jackson?" "My husband was a distant cousin and a staunch Democrat. I'm not political but I think I would have voted for Mr. Lincoln except, of course, women can't vote." "Perhaps some day," I said, "My name is Gabriel Wilson and I"m pleased to meet you." "Ah, Gabriel, what a fitting name for a saving angel." I smiled and she continued, "Can you stay for supper? I heard you tell that officer that you were on your way to Savannah. It will be dark soon and you're welcome to camp here overnight if you like." I paused and said, "I will accept your gracious offer. I've already had quite enough excitement for today and a home-cooked meal and a roof over my head would be appreciated." She smiled and led me into her house. It was neat and clean, the furniture was old but polished and free of dust. She appeared to be in her late 40s or early 50s with brown hair, streaked with grey. She was short and rather thin but nicely formed from what I could see. "You referred to your husband in the past tense. Is he dead?" "Mr. Jackson passed away two years ago." "And you are all alone?" "I have two sons but they joined the Confederate Army shortly after the war started and went away to fight for the lost cause." She said the final words with some bitterness in her voice. I said, "You don't believe in the lost cause?" "Humph," she said, "I believe that's some fiction that Southerners have contrived to mask the real cause of the war which, as we all know, is slavery." "You are an abolitionist?" "I am from New England, Mr. Wilson, and I still have family there. I met my husband in New Haven while he was a student at Yale. We never owned slaves although my husband and, regrettably, my sons, had no quarrel with it. I am an abolitionist and a pacifist and I hate this war." "I share that view, Mrs. Jackson but I fear that it will be a long one." "Well, make yourself at home while I finish preparing dinner." I sat down and tried to gather my thoughts and made some notes about the events of the afternoon. We ate and talked and, under the circumstances it was a pleasant evening. After dinner I said, "Let me help you with the dishes." "Thank you," she said, "I have rarely had help in the kitchen. I guess it's some sort of southern male thing." "Well, I'm a northern male and I don't mind helping at all." After we washed and dried and put away the dishes I said, "I have to be up and away to Savannah early in the morning. I can sleep in the barn if that's alright." "I wouldn't hear of it," she said, "you can sleep in my son's room." We went to our separate bedrooms and I slept soundly. I awoke to the smell of bacon frying. I got up and quickly dressed and walked into the kitchen. She greeted with a smile and said, "Did you sleep well?" "I slept very well, thank you, and you?" "All things considered I slept very well too and before i went to bed I sent up a little prayer of thanks for my angel Gabriel." I laughed and said, "Breakfast smells wonderful." "Thank you," she said, "I only wish I had some coffee. We can't get coffee here anymore since the war started." I smiled and said, "I'll be right back." I returned in a few moments and handed her a small tin of coffee saying, "With the compliments of the Cincinnati Enquirer." She took the coffee tin and said, "Mr. Wilson you are indeed an angel." After breakfast I said, "I must be on my way. Thank you for dinner and breakfast and some delightful conversation." She took my hand, smiled at me and said, "Will you be coming back this way?" "Quite likely. I'll send my dispatch to the paper and wait for them to wire me back with further instructions. I'm also going to send them an account of what happened here yesterday afternoon. I don't know if my editor will publish it but our readers should know what sometimes happens during wartime. I won't identify you by name, of course." "Thank you," she said, "And if you come back this way and if you have the time I would like to give you dinner and, uh lodgings. I don't feel like I've even begun to repay you for what you did for me." I squeezed her hand and said, "Your company, your smile and your gratitude are payment enough." I rode into Savannah and wired my stories to Cincinnati. There were several other reporters at the telegraph office and they told me that Grant and the army would probably stay around Shiloh for at least a few days before heading south. They also told me that among the many casualties suffered by the Rebels was General Johnston who had apparently bled to death from a bullet wound in his leg. I was glad to learn that I didn't have to hurry back to Grant's headquarters and even gladder when a telegram came for me from the Enquirer. The message was brief _Good work. Will try to use both stories. Take a Few Days Off._ I arrived back at Laura's house in mid-afternoon. I knocked on her door and she opened it, greeting me with a big smile. "I see that my angel has returned. Can you stay for a while?" "I'm happy to say I can stay for a couple of days, if that's alright with you." "That's more than alright." I noticed that she was wearing a much nicer dress than the day before and it appeared that she had washed her hair. She also smelled good. "You look terrific," I said. "Thank you," she said, "I know I looked a sight yesterday so I decided to clean up just in case you came back. I even took a bath." "I haven't had a bath in several days," I said. "Well," she said, "the kettles on the stove and the tub is still in the kitchen. Let me get it ready for you." I followed her into the kitchen and watched while she prepared the bath. She placed a towel and bar of soap by the tub and then she said, "I'll go outside and tend to my flowers while you bathe." "You're not going to stay and scrub my back?" "I'd better not," she said, "but thanks for asking." I bathed and dressed in cleaner clothes and walked outside. She had picked a bouquet of daisies and held them in one hand. In the other hand were several springs of fresh-picked mint. "What a beautiful bouquet," I said, "rivaled only by the beauty of the one who picked them." She smiled shyly and said, "You have quite a way with words." "I am a journalist, you know." "And a very sweet and caring man," she said. "And you also clean up pretty good." "Thank you, and is that fresh mint that I see and smell?" "Indeed it is, it's for a treat after dinner." I helped her prepare our dinner and she was impressed, or said she was, at my dexterity and willingness in the kitchen. I did the scut work, peeling potatoes, chopping green onions, etc. while she did the actual preparation. The dinner and conversation were as delightful as they were the night before. Again, after dinner, I wiped the dishes after she washed them and, this time, knew where to put them. After our chores were done she said, "Now it's time for a special treat." She picked up the mint sprigs, took down a canister of sugar and reached into a cupboard and brought out a jug of whiskey. "I'm an abolitionist,' she said, "but not a prohibitionist. I assume you imbibe now and then." "I have been known to, on occasion." "Have you ever tried a mint julep?" "Ah, the elixir of the south," I said. "Indeed I have from time to time." She gestured toward the jug and said, "I keep this here mainly for medicinal purposes but I have learned how to prepare a mean mint julep. This came from Mr. Call's distillery in Lynchburg. My sons brought it back after a visit." "Would that be Daniel Call?" I asked. "You have heard of him?" "Yes I have and of his young apprentice Jack Daniels. I understand they are experimenting with a new method which involves filtering the whisky through charcoal." She smiled and said, "You are certainly a well informed man." "More a repository of sometimes useless information but in my business you never know what you'll need to flesh out a story." She mixed the whiskey, sugar, mint and spring water and we retired to the front porch swing. We sat and sipped in companionable silence. I held her hand and she moved closer to me. I leaned toward her and smelled her freshly washed hair. "Laura," I said, "I can't tell you how peaceful and fulfilling this is, just to sit with you and watch the world go by. I have been widowed for several years and I have missed togetherness like this immensely." "I have missed it too," she said. "Although what happened, or almost happened to me yesterday was horrible to contemplate it brought us together and for that I will be eternally grateful." We sat and swung some more and watched the sun go down. After a while she said, "I think it's time to go to bed." I looked at her and said, "I suppose. Although I hate to leave your side." She turned to me and took one of my hands in both of hers. She took a deep breath and said, "Hear me out for a moment. The last two days have been the most eventful of my life, from dread and fear to extreme happiness and contentment. I realize that soon you will have to leave, perhaps never to return but I want to capture and hold as many memories - good memories, as I can. I hope you won't think I am being too forward but I offer you my bed and my body for what you have done for me." I started to say something and she said, "Let me finish. We are both grown ups, able to make our own decisions and I would like to repay your kindness in the best way that I can think of." "Laura," I said, "that is a most enticing offer and I thank you sincerely for it but you must understand that it's not necessary. Your company and your companionship are adequate payment. What I did I believe, at least I hope, any man would have done under the circumstances. Please, please don't feel obligated to do anything that you don't want to do." She squeezed my hand tightly and said, "Thank you for saying that. I hoped and prayed you would say that but rest assured that my request is actually fueled more by desire than and sense of obligation." "Far be it from me to refuse such a request from such a lovely, desirable woman." She smiled and said, "Alright, Mr. Wilson. Mrs. Jackson requests your presence in her bed." She dropped my hand, put her hands on my face and kissed me. I could taste the sugar and the whisky of the mint julep in her mouth as I tenderly parted her lips with my probing tongue. I put my arms around her and drew her close to me, gently rubbing her back and sides. The coolness of the evening gave way to the warmth of our bodies close together. She pulled away and said, "Take me to bed." "Do you want me to carry you?" She laughed, "No, save your strength." She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She lit some candles while I began to undress. I stripped down to my underwear and stopped. "Are you sure this is what you want to do?" "Yes." She pulled back the bedspread and I laid down. I watched her as she disrobed. She removed her dress and hung it in her closet. She was wearing a chemise which covered her to her knees. She pulled it off revealing a pair of mature and nicely shaped breasts. They were not overly large but with a bit of matronly sag, what we used to refer to as puppy dog noses. Her nipples and aureola were pink and very delicate looking. She looked at me and smiled and removed her bloomers. She started to cover her nether lips but then thought better of it and moved her hands to fall by her side. "This is all I have," she said with a catch in her voice. "You are all I want," I said, "and more than I have a right to." She looked at me lovingly and said, "Let's not discuss right and wrong. This feels right to me, righter than any feeling I have ever had." She walked to the bed and laid down beside me. I stroked her hair and her face and gently kissed her. She kissed me back hungrily and ran her fingers through my hair. "I love your hair," she said, "it's most becoming." "I love yours," i said and stroked the hair on her head and then her armpits. She shivered and sighed. "I'm afraid I have quite a bit of hair on my body," she said. "I love it," i replied. I moved my fingers from her armpit to her breast and stroked it lovingly. She sighed and said, "It's been two years since any man has touched me. I wondered if I would ever feel a man's touch again." "That would have been a pity and a great loss to mankind," I said. "Well," she laughed, "you are a kind man and, to my knowledge, one of a kind." I laughed and said, "You are easily influenced by a tin of Yankee coffee." She laughed and said, "I think not and I want a lot more from this Yankee than coffee. I want something a lot more filling" With that she dropped her hand to my cock and gently grasped it. I kissed her and said, "I think you have found it. Let me see if I can find someplace to put it." I dropped my hand and touched her navel and said, "Nope, too small and too dry." She giggled and I moved my hand to her pubic hair and began to play with it. "This feels nice," I said, "but nothing that needs filling." I moved my fingers lower and touched her folds. "What is this," I said, "this shows some promise." I stroked her pussy lips and then gently inserted a finger and moved it up and down. "Now this, " I said, " feels warm and wet and welcoming." She laughed again and said, "Keep doing that." "I don't want to wear out my welcome," I replied. She laughed again and said, "Oh just shut up and make love to me." I laughed and said, "My lips are sealed as long as your lips are open." I moved my middle finger gently into her and felt her warmth surrounding it. She began to stroke my cock in earnest, gathering the pre-cum in her hand and making her small hand glide up and down. "You feel good," she said. "Suck on my breasts." I quickly obeyed her orders and moved my mouth to one breast and than the other. Her nipples stiffened and she groaned with pleasure. "Do you like my breasts?" I grunted and continued sucking. "Oh, that's right," she laughed, "I told you to shut up, didn't I. Well that's alright since your mouth is now so gainfully employed." By now my fingers had located and captured her clitoris and rubbed it gently up and down and around and around. She moaned and gasped and began to thrust her hips and pelvis up and down. "Oh," she cried, "Oh, oh, oh" and then she climaxed. She reached down and pulled my hand away from her treasure. She caught her breath and said, "Thank you, oh thank you so very much. It's been so long since any man has taken me there." I pulled my mouth away from her heaving breast and said, "Permission to speak?" She nodded her head and I said, "With your permission I'd like to fill you now." She smiled, caressed my cock and said, "Permission granted." I moved between her legs and touched the tip of my penis right at the entrance to her palace of pleasure. "Come in," she said, "and fill me up." I slowly moved my cock inside her, thrilling at the warmth and wonderfulness of her. Her pussy seemed to caress my cock. "Does that feel good?" I asked. She nodded her head and I thrust my cock completely inside her. "it feels good to me," I said, "it feels wonderful." I pushed all the way in and then pulled almost all the way out. With my cock right at the entrance I reached down and moved the head of my cock up to rub around her protruding clit. "That feels good," she said. "If you like that, here' a suggestion," I said. "Give me your hand." I took her hand and placed her fingers on her clit while I plunged back deep inside of her. She did and we soon established a rhythm however it was difficult for her to maneuver her fingers due to the close proximity of my body. "I've got an idea," I said. I moved away from her and positioned her body with her bottom right at the side of the bed. The angle was still not exactly right so I put a pillow under her ass. Her bed stood high off the floor and with a pillow under her I had a perfect trajectory. Standing up I put her hand back on her clitoris, picked up her legs with both arms, opened her wide and pushed my cock deeply into her. She closed her eyes and succumbed totally to the experience. I looked down at this lovely woman, at her fingers strumming her clitoris, at my cock plunging in and out of her pussy, at the look of wild abandon on her face and thought it doesn't get any better than this. I struggled to retain control to avoid ejaculating. "I'm about to cum, lover, I'm about to fill you up." "Oh yes, fill me up, fill me up, give me all your sweet juices!" Her fingers picked up their pace and I could hear and smell and feel her orgasm and that was enough to send me over the edge. I planted my seed deep inside of her and then stopped and lovingly withdrew. I rearranged her body on the bed and fell down beside her. I was totally spent and totally happy. We lay quietly for a moment and then I said, "That may have been the most glorious experience of my life." "For me too," she said. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke the next morning to the touch of fingers stroking my cock. I opened my eyes and saw her naked body sitting on the bed. She was looking at my now semi-hard member and stroking it gently. She smiled at me and said, "Did I wake you up?" I smiled and said, "It looks like you woke both of us up." gesturing toward my cock in her hand. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's just been so long since I've had one of these to play with." I laughed and said, "I've never had a playmate as beautiful and delightful as you." "You are a flatterer Sir but I appreciate the compliment." I put my hand on hers, halting her stroking motion and said, "Darling we have two options here. We can make love now which will be pretty good or we can wait until this evening, let the anticipation build and then it should be very good. You decide." "We can't have them both?" "Possibly,' I said, "but at my age I can't guarantee it." "Well, in that case," she said, "I believe I'll wait until tonight." "A wise choice," I said. She got up and started to get dressed. "Do me a favor," I said, "wear a loose fitting dress and no underwear." "But I'll feel so wanton," she said. "That's the idea. I want you to feel wanton and wanted." She smiled and did as I asked. I put on my trousers and a loose fitting shirt and no underwear. We fixed breakfast together and brewed up a pot of my Yankee coffee. I sat across from her while we ate and with my bare foot I caressed her legs. She spread them apart with a knowing smile on her face and let my foot move up to her junction. My big toe found her clitoris and I stroked it as best I could but stopped short of an orgasm. "You are a wicked, wicked man," she said with a laugh. "Perhaps you bring out the devil in me," I said. We finished breakfast and I helped her with her chores. The day was sunny and bright and as lunchtime approached she said, "What would you think about a picnic?" "Sounds good to me," I said. "There's a little creek pond over in the woods. I've always thought it would be a perfect place to go skinny dipping," she said. I smiled and said, "Now who's being wicked." We packed a lunch along with an old blanket and walked into the woods. The place she took me to was surrounded by trees and was totally secluded. Except for the sound of birds and a slight breeze moving through the trees it was quiet and still. She spread the blanket on the ground and said, "Should we eat before or after we go into the water?" "Well," I said, "they don't recommend swimming right after lunch but since I don't think we'll be doing much swimming why don't we eat first and save dessert for later." "I didn't bring any dessert," she said. "Oh yes you did," I said. "You most certainly did." She gave me a quizzical look but said nothing. We ate and talked and after lunch I said, "Let's get naked and wet and clean." We undressed and walked hand in hand into the water. At it's deepest it was about waist high. It was a little cold at first but our bodies soon adjusted. I gazed at her nipples which were hard and pointy. I didn't know if that was caused by my gaze or by the water temperature but it didn't matter. She was delightful to look at. We played and splashed and washed each other lovingly paying particular attention to our private parts. After a while led her back up to the shore. We dried off and I said, "Lie down. I'm ready and hungry for my dessert." "I take it that I'm to be your dessert?" "Precisely." "I thought we were going to wait until tonight?" "I am, but I can give you great pleasure now and pleasing you will be pleasing to me. Now spread your legs." She did so and I knelt in front of her. I stroked her pussy which was still damp from the creek water and said, "Haute cuisine." "Are you going to, to eat me?" "Only if you want me too." "I've heard about this," she said, "and I've wondered what it would feel like but my husband would never have dreamed of doing it. Like most Southern men he had a pretty conventional, even rigid attitude about sex. He never ever just tried to satisfy me." "Then he missed out on one of life's greatest pleasures. Are you ready to be pleasured?" "Can't you tell?" I smiled and brought my face to her nether lips. With my tongue I lovingly licked her and could feel her getting wetter. At the same time I could smell her beginning to emanate the delightful aroma of an eager and willing woman. I stopped licking and said, "You taste and smell wonderful." "You aren't offended by my smell?" "I am delighted and inspired by your smell," I said. "I just wish I had the words to describe it." She laughed and said, "Call it indescribable then." I resumed my loving lingual manipulations and soon claimed her clitoris. I began to lick and suck and nibble at it and was pleased at how responsive it and she were. She put her hands on my head and stroked my hair. "Oh you do please me, Mr. Wilson, you do please me." I stopped for moment and said, "My darling the pleasure is all mine." I continued to lick and suck and nibble at her citoris and then inserted one and then two fingers inside of her and began a plunging motion in rhythm with my tongue. "Oh fuck," she said, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" And then she had a massive orgasm, or at least it seemed massive to me. I pulled away from her spent pussy and said, "Did you enjoy that?" "Yes," she said, "it was, it was indescribable." She reached out and touched my hard cock and said, "What about you?" "Let's save me for this evening." We got dressed, gathered up our things and walked hand in hand back to her house. She put the blanket and picnic hamper away and then took me on a tour of her place. It was very well maintained. She had a barn but no livestock. "It's not really a working farm," she said. "Fortunately my husband and I lived frugally and he had some life insurance so I have enough to live on. I see, or saw my sons regularly. I have my books and my sewing, my church and some friends. The only thing I don't have is a man. I'd become accustomed to doing without male companionship and now I'm going to hate it when you leave." I put my arms around her and said, "I could come back." "Would you?" "I would like to. I would like to very much. A man could hardly find a more pleasant place to live or a more loving and attractive companion. I don't know how long this awful war will last and where it will take me but it can't last forever and I assure you I know the way back. I think I love you, Laura." "I think I love you too." After dinner we returned to the bedroom and undressed. I laid down on her bed and she stood beside me. She looked at my body and said, "I would like to pleasure you." "The way you look at me is pleasure enough," I said. "Thank you," she said, "but I want you to just lie there and let me play with you and please you. I've never done uh, that, before but I would like to try." "If that's what you want who am I to deny you," I said. She sat down beside me and began to stroke my cock and fondle my balls. "I've never just played with a man's privates like this," she said. "It's pleasing and exciting just to see you respond." I smiled and said, "How am I doing?" "You're doing nicely." She moved her mouth closer to my cock and said, "Do I taste it or lick it or suck it?" "All of the above," I said. She put her tongue tentatively just on the tip of my cock and sampled the pre- cum which was oozing there. I groaned and she moved her tongue down one side and then the other and then spread my legs apart and licked my testicles. "Haute cuisine," she said, laughingly. She moved between my legs, still on her knees and put her mouth around my member. She began to suck and I watched her. Her eyes were closed. "Look at me," I said. She opened her eyes and looked directly into mine. With her eyes wide open and mouth around my penis she was a sight that I knew would linger long in my memory. "I want to watch you," I said. "I want to burn this moment into my memory to take with me and warm my cold and lonely nights away from you." She grunted approvingly and began to savor the taste and feel and texture of my cock. Her tongue found the special spot on the underside of my cock just below the crown. I groaned and said, "That's the place, that's the spot. Just concentrate on that." She began to lick me there and then delicately pursing her lips she caressed the tip of my cock with her lips and tongue while she stroked me with her hand. "Oh, Laura," I gasped. "I'm going to cum." She stopped momentarily and said, "I want you to cum I want to please you as you have pleased me." With that she buried my cock deep into her mouth and I erupted. She smiled and swallowed and said, "I love you Gabriel." "I love you Laura." We slept soundly and in the morning we made love one more time very sweetly and very satisfying. After breakfast I saddled my horse and took her in my arms. "I don't know where this war will take me and I don't know how long I will be gone but I will be back," I said. She kissed me deeply, held me tight and said, "I'll be waiting."

Dear Agent Edna Bitterly, It appears that I have managed to make matters worse for myself. I am so dreadfully sorry for taking advantage of you, for getting you drunk, and for having sex with you under false pretenses. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. My excuse is that I temporarily lost my mind. I was at my last desperate hope. I did not know what else to do. My life is spiraling down out of control. When I received your notice that I was being audited, I was horrified. I had no proof for the $50,000 heart transplant deduction. Actually, my heart was okay until I received your notice that you were auditing me. Now, I really may need a new heart because I feel like I am going to have a heart attack. I had no idea that you guys really did your job and audited people. All these years, I only thought it was a scare tactic. Now, I am practically shitting my pants with fear. I don't want to go to jail to be someone's bitch. As you immediately determined from your in-person visit to my home, I am not blind and/or over 65. I, uhm, checked those boxes in error, no doubt. And I apologize for listing my dog, cat, bird and three goldfish as dependents. I, uhm, apparently misread the definition of dependents, I think. I have no idea where I came up with social security numbers for them all. I was probably drunk at the time and was writing down cell phone numbers of hot models that I had been asking out for a date and wanted to write them down before I forgot them. Yeah, that's it. It is amazing the things that some people will do to avoid paying taxes. Not me, of course, it was just a misinterpretation of the tax laws on my part, I assure you. This whole thing is a misunderstanding that can easily be explained away. Also, I admit that the computer that I donated to the Boys Club and that I valued at $10,000 was closer to $100. When it was new in 1986, it cost that or so I was told by the guy who I paid $10 to buy it from at the junkyard. I imagine, before Intel and Microsoft, that it was state of the art then, twenty years ago. Now, computers are so cheap. Stupid me, I probably just put the decimal point in the wrong place. Yes, of course, that is what I did. It was just a stupid decimal point error. Lastly, that classic car that I donated for the auction to the New England School for the Blind was a '92 Yugo and not a '65 Cobra. Sorry, my mistake, again. I was cleaning out my garage and stumbled over my classic '65 Cobra valued at one million dollars, the car that I thought that I had donated. Once I realized my mistake, that I had delivered the wrong car to the auction, I figured with the students being blind that they could not tell a Yugo from a Cobra because I had typed the description of the car in Braille. So, I figured that it was a no fault, funny mistake. I got a good laugh out of it. No harm done. Right? I had no idea that those sons of bitches, er kids could feel the make, model, and year of the car with their fingertips. Those little bastards, er, poor blind kids are really amazing. Okay, I screwed up. Just because I have a classic Cobra, I am not a car buff and cannot even tell a Yugo from a Cobra. Yeah, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Nonetheless, it was a horrible lapse in judgment on my part. Oh, and the $10,000 oil tax shelter deduction was not to buy a bulk shipment of home heating oil to distribute for free to the poor, elderly residents but for a case of Motor oil for my car that I ended up returning to Wal-Mart for a $10.00 refund. Stupid decimal point mistake, again. I am such a dope when it comes to decimal points. Okay, okay, in desperation and after a few beers, it seemed like a good idea at the time, 11pm on April 15th. I claim insanity with that mistake. Then, to further compound all of these errors, in balancing my checkbook I realized that I never donated $7,000 to the Girl Scouts either. It appears that I forgot to mail the check. Stupid me, here it is still sitting on my desk under some papers. Yet, I did buy 7 boxes of Girl Scout cookies that I now realize are not tax deductible. I ate the cookies and now will have to eat this deduction, as well. It's just that when I saw you walking up the path to my house for our audit meeting, I panicked. I admit that it was then that I decided to try and blackmail you so that whatever you found, I would have more on you than you would have on me. I thought, maybe, that you would be forced to drop your investigation out of sheer embarrassment and out of fear of losing your job with the IRS. I was hoping that rather turning me in to the authorities that you would save your ass and your job, instead. Why am I telling you all this? My priest told me that I must tell you all of the outrageous things that I did to you before he will accept my confession. This apology is part of my act of contrition. He told me that if I did not make amends with you that I would go straight to Hell. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I figured that since you were a plain woman with your hair up in a bun that you would be flattered if I came on to you and tried to seduce you. Has anyone told you that you look exactly like Jane Hathaway, the banker's assistant, on the Beverly Hillbillies? Yeah, it's not a good thing, but you do. It's scary. You two could be twin sisters. With me being an ex-model and an ex-CFNM dancer, I knew you would be a pushover once I started flirting with you, calling you pretty, and plying you with tea spiked with vodka. I knew, once I was drunk, closed my eyes, and thought of Heather Locklear, that I could easily get you in bed and have sex with you. I figured, by the way that you looked, that you had not had a man, if you ever had a man, in years. I figured that if I threw you a sympathy bang that it would go to your head and you would not think clearly about reporting me to your superiors. It did not take me long to get you to remove your jacket and you could tell by my obvious erection that I enjoyed giving you a neck and shoulder massage when you were going over my shoebox filled with phony, er real receipts. I hoped that once I gradually widened my massage of your back to the sides of your breasts that you would be more lenient with me. Then, I could not believe it when you allowed me to unbutton your blouse on the pretense that by moving your blouse out of the way, I could better relax some of your tight back muscles. I knew you were putty in my hands, once you allowed me to not only unbuttoned your blouse but, also, remove your blouse. I am so sorry that I took advantage of you like that. I am so sorry that I led you to believe that I could possibly be interested in you. When I proposed marriage to you it was only out of desperation knowing that a wife cannot testify against her husband. I am so sorry that I led you to believe that I thought you are pretty because you are not, you are plain bordering on ugly. Matter of fact, if I am speaking honestly here, if you were the only woman left on the planet, you would still come in second in the beauty contest. My skin is crawling just remembering us making out. I'm going to be sick, again. I have to vomit. I had to pretend that I was with Angelina Jolie, for me to enjoy giving you a back massage, once you finally agreed to lie on the couch on your stomach. Actually, I had a difficult time telling your back from your front because your ass is so flat. I could not believe you gave me no resistance when I unsnapped your bra. I guess it must have been the alcohol, huh. Nonetheless, even though you are a plain woman, I was getting excited massaging you, especially when I unzipped your skirt and could see the top of your slip. It must have been the alcohol for me, too, at that point. I was blitzed. Then, when you turned to get more comfortable and allowed me to remove your bra altogether, I was rewarded with a glimpse of the side of you're A cup tit. Actually, I have never seen tits as small as your tits. They are just nipples, really. If I may give you a bit of advice, don't waste your money on bras. You really don't need to wear one. Think implants. I lied when I told you that I had to remove my tight pants to give you my special massage by climbing on your back. I just wanted to rub my cock against your ass through my underwear and through your skirt hoping that I could tease you a bit more hoping that the sexual contact would be enough for you to erase all of my tax indiscretions. Then, when I asked if I could remove your skirt so that I could get to your tense lower muscles, I lied about that, too. I was just trying to get you naked, and I could not believe it when you allowed me do that, too. Curiously, you did not resist when I removed your slip along with your skirt and were now on my couch in just your white panties. Actually, those are the biggest granny panties I have ever seen. They really are too big for you. You could wear a much smaller size. Think thong. Ouch! No, that was a mistake. I have a brain freeze from the image of you wearing a thong. Wipe that thought from my mind. Then, when I told you that I needed to remove your panties to massage your gluts but assured you that I would cover you with a towel, I used a face cloth to cover you, instead. I am so sorry. You were totally exposed. Clearly, I could see a good part of your ass crack and much of your bush that stuck out between your legs. When was the last time you trimmed that forest? I found it difficult to believe that you did not see me remove my underwear. And how could you not feel my naked cock touching your naked body? You were probably to embarrassed say anything, too horrified to complain, and too afraid to protest. Even though I was drunk, no does mean no. You could have said no. You were probably a virgin, right? Lastly, even though I said it was accidental over and again, it was not accidental when I was fucking you over and again. I had my way with you so that I could tell everyone at your office that we had sex, that is, if you continued with this audit. The worse thing that I regret doing is going down on you. Man, your pussy is nasty. After you left, I gargled with an entire bottle of mouthwash. Then, when I stuck my cock in your mouth and had you blow me, I now know you were drunk and I was totally taking advantage of you, especially when I cam off in your mouth. I am sorry. I am so sorry. Can you ever forgive me? So, even though I am sorry for all the lies and the things that I did to you by taking advantage of you sexually, I hope you find it in your heart to have mercy on me with this audit. Thank you, Freddie I struggled with mailing the letter and finally decided to e-mail it to her hoping that it would reach her faster and that she would show me leniency. Almost immediately, I received her reply. Dear Freddie, You are such a bad boy. Yes, of course, I accept your apology. I know how you felt. I know what it feels like to want something. In your case a good outcome on the audit and in my case, I just wanted to get fucked. I wanted you more than you realize. How would you like to not be asked to go to the prom? I am still scarred from that experience. I was the only girl not asked to the prom? How would you like not to be kissed until your 30th birthday and then, the one who kissed you was drunk and legally blind? I did not get married until last year when I turned forty-something. My husband, you see, is a real pervert. He is proud of the fact that he is number one, number one on the sex registry list. I figured better to be with him than to spend the rest of my life alone with my cat, Mr. Stud. Since we are confessing our indiscretions, I do not work for the IRS. I pretended to be an IRS agent knowing that you would do anything for me not to report you and it worked. You were the one who was putty in my hands and not the other way around. I needed to know what it was like to fuck a hot ex-model, ex-CFNM dancer, even if you were drunk and kept your eyes closed the entire time, while thinking of Heather Locklear. Thank you for the Nancy Kulp compliment. She was the one who played Jane Hathaway on the Beverly Hillbillies. I only wish I looked as good as her. Actually, it was my pervert husband who put me up to this and now after having sex with you, having you fuck me, eating my pussy, and blowing you, I do not regret any of it. Matter of fact, he taped the entire thing from outside your living room window. In closing, if you are nice to me, again and again, by that I mean, if you give me more sex, I won't post the video on the Internet and embarrass you in front of all your snobby friends and hot girlfriends. Further, if you refuse to continue this sexual relationship, then I will have no alternative than to report you to the IRS. They give good Samaritans like me a 10% finder's fee for ratting on tax cheats like you. Have a nice day. Edna Bitterly

A totally fictional story with fictional characters all 18 or older. I picked Incest/Taboo, simply as a warning that some acts might offend less open-minded readers. I wish they were separate categories, as Taboo and Incest are two very different things. Taboo is a more arbitrary word subject to an individual's personal definition. I really just wanted to write something erotic, character-based and hopefully, a fun read with both story and sex in proper balance. Still working on improving my spelling, grammar, punctuation, and proofing, that said there are likely things I missed. As always constructive comments are appreciated. ___________________________________ I had set off on a new business venture, weddings, and all the surrounding events are a cash cow. Add in other types of birthday parties and the market was even bigger. I wanted to focus or specialize in adult parties, there is less competition and the chance for more profits. Examples are bachelor, major birthday parties, men only, or stag parties they are sometimes called, they draw a bigger crowd more attendees. Sometimes they are golf or bowling buddies, or just friends and their friends wanting to have a meal, drinks, and get crazy with some strippers in a controlled environment, the market is there. Women like to get crazy at bachelorette or birthday parties too. We have also found with them they sometimes use their grapevine of friends to round up others that want to party with strippers in a more controlled private environment too. They have even fewer choices to do this, due to the relativity small amount of clubs catering to them. Remember there are more females on the planet than men, and yes it's true girls really do want to have fun. I even work with other planners that don't want to be known for the adult part. Let them deal with all the other stuff decorations, food, and dealing with a band that thinks they are the next Stones. The event business has been growing like crazy. Unable to raise the kind of money I needed, to have my own place, something I thought was important for the things I wanted to do. But that would saddle me with more responsibility. I cut a deal with a friend, a partnership of sorts. Even though he had just started in the business as well, and was still building bookings. He liked the food catering part, and its profit margins, and was good at it. He had a converted elementary school on a lease-purchase option, using mostly the all-purpose room. It was near perfect for what both of us wanted to do, it had a kitchen as it was a cafeteria, gym, and auditorium with a stage. I was soon giving him the majority of his bookings, and I was then just focusing on the adult part. A stag party usually consists of a steak dinner and a bar. He takes that revenue in lew of rent, the bar part of one of these can be big for him. He had to do renovations, in what I thought was a stroke of genius on his part he took the gym mats that were left hanging on the wall and had them recovered. He had found out how loud the room was from crowd noise with them down. Now they actually help to improve the look of the room and absorb some of the sounds. My wife agreed to help with my part of the joint venture, and we set up a business to provide what is needed for bachelor or bachelorette parties, etc. She always loved them, letting her hair down with the strippers, sometimes even losing her bra and panties. We are an open couple sex-wise so as a couple the business was a good fit. My ideas were partially based on props, I had designed and built props in school for the drama department. The biggest challenge we found was finding the right people to work for us and had to use agents to provide them at first. Most of the people out there running businesses providing live adult entertainment, simply work as agents for male and female strippers, leaving everything else to the organizers. These agents were almost pimps, and some were a little shady, difficult, not to mention greedy, making profit margins difficult. One of the props I came up with was a glory hole set-up. It was inexpensive to make. It is not common at adult parties but yet became what made our bookings soar, and would be the biggest hit at the male parties. As far as the girls most wanted to see the hot guys they were interacting with, and have a touchy- feely thing with them. The downside of drinking and participating in adult activities in front of friends is that you may regret it later. At a lot of these parties when ladies have too much to drink, they can go from ladies to sluts. Things like losing a top during a blow job, or even showing most or all of themselves can be humiliating later. The glory hole wall gave them the option to just enjoy sucking a stripper's cock in private. In a woman's party we need less staff for the wall, sometimes only the strippers, and someone to supervise, we call it a private show, and they can go back there with only a good friend or even by themselves. As far as men are concerned, we don't care, we just want our cock sucked, and sometimes the parties are based on it, and the majority of men there take advantage of the opportunity. So we need a full staff, we always make sure we have an extra or two, some rookies can't take it, or one might get sick, we tell them it was bad cum, not their fault. It's great for us, and the attendants we consider them but sell them as hot strippers. Having the anonymity they do, makes it easier for us to recruit glory hole attendants, less fit and older males or females are a possibility. In a male's case the ability to get and maintain a hardon, sometimes with the help of cock rings, or even medication. For women the ability and willingness to suck a cock, any cock is the main focus. It does not take a hot chick for us guys to get off, we just imagine that it is. Give us a hole to stick our cocks through, and we will take a leap of faith and assume we are getting a hot female's mouth to take it, especially when we are drunk. My wife Lilly ran the girls' parties, and I ran the stags. By the way, my name is Bartholomew, a kid's worst nightmare is inheriting a name like that. Bartholomew William Johns III. My grandpa took Bart as his nickname, my dad Bill, it did not leave me with a good choice, I tried John but it became John- John on its own I did not like that, with two sisters that could not say my actual name, calling me Bro just stuck as a nickname with almost everybody. We were up and running, and successful in bookings, It bothered me that the profit was cut into by the cost by the strippers' agent's added fees, which could be quite large, and at one point increased. The only way to increase profits was to find some of our own people to work for us, eventually even hiring from the ones that were being supplied to us, without fees we could even pay them more. This worked fine for the most part, but the men handling the girls were more hardcore, I guess they were just pimps that were a little more refined. Lilly and I eventually decided to try to eliminate having to use a middle man. She is a good recruiter, she is Bi, and knows what appeals to both men and women. I think we were both aware of what we were getting into and had opened our marriage a little more. I had already confessed to her that I had to use some pimp tactics to pull some of my girls away from their agents. Even confessing to making love to a couple of the female strippers, they had a bigger job, and sometimes ended up in a private room with men that might not be very young or attractive. What I did with them was just to prove I cared for them, taking a page from a pimps age-old playbook. She had little trouble getting most men to come with us, they did not have many of the emotional needs the girls had. But it makes sense that she has to audition them, even if they were just manning the glory hole wall for a female party. Making sure than can maintain an erection, and that they can keep it up, they pretty much all have to be willing to take a pill if they want to make any money, and it sure helps us not having to keep so many backups. Auditioning was the word she used for admitting to at least sucking their cocks in the process. Lilly was not only a charmer, she was no everyday MILF, she was hotter than most of our female strippers, and that helps her recruit. She is a sexual being and likes giving blowjobs anyway. So we don't look at it as prostituting ourselves, at least in our judgment. On both sides of the business we have to provide emotional support from time to time to keep a good employee, so we accept the fact that we have to fuck one now and then. We also consider stress relief for ourselves as an occasional reason to have sex with someone else. We get busy and sometimes don't see each other for an extended period, and don't have a right to question each other's sex drive. What could we do, a lot of this was not in our original business plan but you can not plan for everything you have to adapt, we had our savings invested and were both willing to do what was necessary to keep our business afloat. As we built up some of our own staff, what we did not know was that these agents talk, they work together when one has a big party and needs more help than they have available. We were still using them for the same reason. Behind our backs, a concerted effort was made by them to convince people not to work for us since we cut them out of a lot of parties, but we still needed to hire some from them. They were no different from us, we are all greedy, and want to make more money. Eventually, a bunch of them got together and set up a boycott of us to teach us a lesson. They were smart, we did not know this was going on until a night before one of our bigger parties, requiring at least three female strippers, and two called off, so did most of our glory hole attendants and we did not have a full staff yet anyway. We are not stupid we knew we were being boycotted. We needed at minimum 6 to work the glory hole part of this party, but that would stress out the rookies, we should have more, we had a lot of guys expected. The wall is long, it has 8 holes, and we could use as many as we could fit for this one. For other smaller parties, we adjust that to the party size by plugging the extra holes with a sign that says, (Help Wanted, Hot Girls-Only), we wanted our clientele to imagine some really hot legal teen girl behind the wall. I also have added a little slot with text and arrow, about head height, it just said TIPs, with the arrow pointing down to it with an illustration of a hot girl, with a cock in her mouth, and money tumbling down over her. You have to get them to tip right away, and hopefully bigger for a better job, or they may pull out and walk away. I have had guys pass out too before they could get a tip out. I have to promote tipping, I can not pay a girl enough to suck random cocks, at times as many as a half dozen or more. A lot of guys are not at their first glory hole party, they know that the quicker they tip, the better job they get, word gets around. I got together with my wife, and she said she had a plan to take care of the girls needed for my party, and said, "Don't worry about the wall and strippers, but I might have to strip for the first time, but I have for you, and I have watched the hired hands enough. I may have to work the wall as well and suck some cocks in this case, I can't expect the girls to do something I won't, some may be rookies." I did not like the idea, but what could we do besides give up, cancel, and risk losing our business. The entertainment part of the party started, and one of our strippers that showed up, brought a friend to debut so we had two girls working the crowd. The last I had heard from Lilly she may end up being the closer. That was going to be tough for a rookie, almost if not total nudity is expected, but she said she had a pretty good plan, that was as of that morning at breakfast. Not like she has not been naked around friends, and sometimes men before, we both went to college, and I think all freshman girls end up being tricked into it. This was going to be a bunch of drunk men though, and the last girl is expected to go out big! She told me she had a unique outfit, she did not have time to order one, to get the pro stuff with velcro, etc, you have to go online. She both surprised me and turned me on when she said she is going to come out as an Angel in white and pink see-through material. I was concerned she might look too pure and innocent, after rethinking that, is that not what men want anyway? She had told me she bought part of it, like the wings at a costume store and part just from the lingerie department at a more upscale department store. She likes to look good, I like to see her that way. She had a layered see-through sheer nightgown, a short one with a skirt-type bottom like angels are depicted. It was different from what the pros wear, and I was not surprised. I was surprised that she did not have anything over her breast, they were under several layers, but none of them were opaque. The opening girls did a good job, we should have had more than two, but the guys were reasonably happy, you learn to gauge a crowd in this business, you have to. She came out looking hotter than any of our hired girls, and I am not just saying that because she is my wife. The flowing layers and the wings that had sequents around them that just glowed in the stage lighting just got their attention and cheers. That alone did not put me at ease, those were not strippers' clothes and she had to get them off in a sexy way, and in a crowd of possible gropers. But my guys were right with her, she said she was not going to give lap dances but she bet she would get the most tips, and that she would share with the others. I would not put money on it that she could pull that off, they may be disappointed. They like a girl in a G-String grinding their package and getting them hard, and ready to get their cocks sucked, she was going to have to try to create that effect without contact. She did have a little trouble removing the layers, of course the wings had to go right away, it would take a costume designer to figure out a way to keep them. The thought of nothing but wings and a G-String is really sexy. As soon as she shed the first layer you could see her breast, and she had no pasties covering her nipples, and all the layers were sheer. After the second one and her tits became more clear, she started getting some real money. Then I was pretty sure she had no G-String on as well. It was a little unorthodox to show your pussy even partially obstructed too soon, most stop at the string, some give a flash of their bare pussy. Once she got down to being topless, and the last layer below she was getting some cash. She would get pretty close to them shaking her titties, and when she flipped up her last layer of skirt, they did not just get the ass and G-String look, they got full ass and pussy. The more flashes of that, the more cash she got. It was nowhere near the amount of cash I have seen my better girls get at G-String level with their performance but she is a rookie, and I wondered what more she could possibly do at that point? I was worried she might get boo's it happens, you don't want that, the girls on the wall tend to get ripped off too then. Once she got down to the last layer, and her pussy was pretty clearly seen. She no longer was working as close to the crowd, she had one of the gym mats, and a chair as props. She was not doing much more than she did closer to the crowd. She was teasing them lifting that layer and giving them pussy and ass flashes, but that was not enough. I was worried as she leaned over the chair, this is usually done in only a string too. She moved to the mat, and did some semi-naked Yoga. It revealed more of her pussy on the flashes. Some of them showed a little of the pink of her vagina, but she was further away and it was harder for them to see. I was getting concerned. Not much cash was being thrown her way. She got the most reaction when she did a doggie pose, holding herself up with one arm so her ass was in the air. She then reached back and ran her fingers through her crack, this showed more, and generated some excitement and cash. It was good but no way to close a show. She stopped then and bent over shook her breasts and made an announcement. "I am willing to give up this last skirt, virtually everything but my piercings, and be totally naked for all you men, I have a piercing right above my clit with a real pearl I would like to show you. I will do that for you and more." The crowd got crazy, my guys had to get on each side of her, a short distance away, to make sure no one tried to get too close. I was ready to join them if it got out of hand, but they are tough, and no how to show it. They both had referee shirts and hats on, that was a surprise, I like the look, she had the guys filled in on her routine, and dressed for it. She then said, "I am going to send my officials to you. So as soon as you fill their hats, get ready to see my pussy and ass in full, and from all angles." They went wild this was unusual in the industry, as you save total nudity pussy shots for private rooms, but we did not have that in our program. She gave them a tip for the wall though. "If you are wondering, I will be taking my turn at the wall tonight, and you might get me. A little secret, I have a habit of playing with a guy's balls as I am giving them one of my special blowjobs." I saw through her promise, if she has not already instructed the girls, more of them than her are going to be playing with balls tonight, I had a feeling it would be a record take at the wall. They started at the back of the tables as she continued to work the chair, I noticed she was trying to get it centered under our one and only spotlight. and our guys were then compressing the cash in their hats with their spare hand at about halfway. Once they got back and took their places again, she was already full-filling her promise. Shaking her boobs as she leaned over the chair, the light being right on her was really helping as she was giving flashes of her whole ass getting them all fired up. Once most of the cash was stowed, including what she had in her waistband. She wanted our guys to be done with that part so they can protect her. She dropped the skirt to tremendous applause, now standing completely naked under the spotlight for the crowd, she continued by lifting up one leg at a time. She would put one leg and foot on the chair, turn toward the crowd, thus opening up her legs to show her pussy to them. Holding the back of the chair with one hand, using the other perfectly manicured hand, with bright pink nails to drag between her pussy lips, letting two fingers disappear in the pink of her crack, simulating fingering herself. As she got to her clit she spread her two fingers in a "Y", with her pink pearl piercing in between them. Then rubbing her clit as long as it took to get it stimulated, she was playing to the crowd, making a face of pleasure as she was displaying her now excited and erect clit in itself to the crowd. She repeated this on the other side of the chair so that side of the crowd could see. This time as she dragged her fingers slowly through her lips, she paused took three of them, held them up for them to see, then inserted them in her vagina and fucked herself with them, I thought she was going to overplay it but she kept them and money was still flowing, When it did slow up she looked up at the crowd making what I can not describe other than a look of pleasure on her face, then announced, "Oh God, all you hot men watching me, it's going to make me, Oh, Oh I am cumming!" Then she pulled them out, them now just glistening in the lights with her pussy juices, she told them, "This is what I am going to do with the cocks I take at the wall later." Then put them deep in her mouth, taking some time to suck them, simulating sucking their cocks. The crowd was going crazy it was just raining cash as she performed. My security guys were both collecting it, and keeping them at bay. Once the money stopped, she prepared to give them her finish. Bob my older security guy, put his hat on her head, also the cue to start the "You Can Keep Your Hat on Song" as background music I found out. Then he produced a pink velvet ribbon several inches wide, she sat down on the chair, knees together as he put it around her midsection tying it in the back, and securing her to the chair, and then he stood behind her to assist in making sure the chair would stay in place, and she would stay on it. Lilly reached down her long tanned legs, got her hands behind her lower thighs above her knees. She slowly lifted her legs, moving her hands as she went until she had her legs as high as she could, almost beside her head. Her hands were getting close to her ankles then, and she started to slowly spread them. I had to see it, I moved over closer to the crowd who were going crazy again, and money was wadded up, and flying through the air toward her again. I was really worried that I did not have enough security, my friend from the kitchen was out with his staff, that included some young men, his waiters, I know he would be back up for us. She could see the crowd, and the money so I think that made her go slower to try to milk more of it. When she finally got her legs spread as far as she could reach, her starting to open pussy was now directly in the light, then even I in the cheap seats could see inside her hole a little. She held herself there too until her face was turning red. I just could not believe what I was seeing. Once she came back down, she just held her arms up in a Y bowing her head to them, she could not do a full bow or curtsy strapped to the chair. My guys came over to her, she gave Bob his hat and kissed him, they picked up the chair from the sides, but left her facing the crowd, and slowly walked her back to the rear curtains. She waved to them and threw kisses as she left. The opening girls were watching, our one pro that showed up was shaking her head in amazement. My partner came out of the kitchen, with a big push broom, and the two strippers and I were on our hands and knees picking up the money. There was a lot of fucking cash, I spotted some pretty big bills. I hoped they saved some for the wall, but it is just policy for the strippers to share some with them, just like waiters and busboys do. I was forced to ad-lib because we had to settle them down before we set them loose to use the wall. It was wild and noisy, but I gave my two girls the OK to work the crowd and announce a free drink on the house. That did the trick, although I had to ask them to go back and help the bartender with the rush, mostly handing out beers. It bought time and kept them from making a big rush at the wall. My guys opened the curtain but did not announce it, which kept it from being rushed. You don't want guys waiting in line with their cocks out and ready, that could cause a scuffle. My guys stood and made left guys in as a mouth came available. My mind was blown, I had tons of Lilly's cash to sort out, so I got a couple of the girls from food service and we sat in the kitchen and counted it all up. I could not believe it, I had enough to give not just the girls another $100. but all the help including my partner's kitchen help, I still would have enough to pay for an open bar for the after-party. Things wrapped up at the wall, the customer had rides available, in this case, a couple of small limo busses waiting. They sign away my liability when they sign my contract. I provide the same service for my workers, this was a big party so there would be more than a few people that stay for it. It took a while to get the stragglers out, and I had my guys take the girls back some towels and warm water so my people could get cleaned up. One by one they filed out. First were some of my regulars, they know not to wear too many clothes, as it is easier to just wash the cum off yourself. Then one of my wife's friends came out naked. That was fucking crazy, I never saw her act that way before, and as far as I know, there was no alcohol available. She came right up to me, she was fucking hot, she was a cheerleader in high school, and a knockout, still is. I was probably not looking too happy about it even though I was blown away seeing her naked. I did not even have to ask her she volunteered an amazingly logical explanation. She told me she wants to try dancing, but Lilly was, and frankly, I was afraid I could not handle it. She suggested I try being naked in front of you, and the staff. Well, I was OK with that, My God she is hot, I wondered if Lilly was fucking with me though. The next two that came out together I could not believe I was seeing. It was my mom, and mother-in-law, holding hands swinging their arms, both topless, I had seen my mom that way before growing up on occasion there was a limited amount of modesty around the house. I had a mom and two sisters, one close to my age. You can't help but get a flash now and then, and at puberty, you might even try to facilitate it, and that goes for both girls and boys. I had been walked in on before. Chrisy was obsessed with trying to see a man's stuff in her early teens, I thought I thwarted her efforts, and maybe I did because I think she is still trying to see her Big Bro's stuff. The moms were laughing at my expense, this one was a set-up by Lilly in a form of a dare to them. Mom said if she was willing to suck a bunch of old mens' cocks for me, she had a right to mess with my head. They both looked pretty good, they are older MILFs' in most guys' books. My mother-in-law looks fuckable to me, and she had flirted with me before, I have been told mothers- in-law do that. But mom is mom, and it is hard to look at her in any other way. A next-door neighbor, that we all assumed was gay came next, she was a tomboy, butch type. She was strong, and I always assumed she had her breast strapped down. I was right about the breast, she had them out too, courtesy of Lilly. As far as being gay, I am not sure, she sucks cocks. Could be Bi or just willing to do what was needed to help out, she and I always got along, actually did some guy things. She looked good topless, not big breasted but ample, and she was fit. The next two were my biggest shock, my two sisters, and yes topless. I was embarrassed of course, and my mom made the mistake of jumping in their shit as she stood there with my mother-in-law, also topless. They won the battle with her, and they said Lilly already gave them shit, she told mom, so we can suck cocks but not be topless? Truth be said, they too wanted to fuck with me. Siblings do that, but was this was over the top? I could not take my eyes off my younger sister's breast, she had those perfect teenage firm and perky breasts. I have always loved that kind of breasts, not too large for her petite body, nipples turned upwards, and rarely see them, they must go away with age. All this time I had the most perfect pair right on my little sister. I admit I had already dealt with the fact that my sisters turned me on with their piercings. Chrisy, the younger one just turned 18 in the spring, and at her party was so excited lifting her top to show her big brother. I had to reach out, to grab her hands or I would have seen those breasts of her's then. I guess she is just not as modest as her older sister. She is cute as a button, but that bothers me, because that is a term you use for a younger girl, and I was not ready for her to be of a more adult age. She had a stud in the side of her nose I was aware of, and I had seen her belly button one. I thought, My God, I still should not be thinking about either of my sisters in such a sexual way. My sister Sherry was a little embarrassed, I think as much as me, but also happy to fuck with me. She is very attractive, and I had seen her body as a young teen, we played the show me yours I will show mine game once, we are so close in age we went through the early stages of puberty together. We never touched each other, or even came close, it was more like a really long flashing. The only thing that is still etched in my mind is the look she had on her face. It was when she saw barely sticking out of my pubic hair my starting to reach maturity, but at the time, flaccid penis, likely the first one she seen live, and her brother's. You don't see them that way on the internet, the guys they show are usually at least partly aroused. I think she was disappointed in her big brother. Again, the whole look me over game was not that long, but my penis got most of the attention, more time than I gave her breasts and that cute little bush. I think it stuck with me because she actually looked at me with disappointment, and said, "It is so tiny does it ever get bigger? I was too embarrassed to answer, but it had a negative effect on my confidence until a couple of years later my first girlfriend started to give me blowjobs. I thought that it was over surprise-wise until my hot sister-in-law came out au natural too, and was quick to tell me it was not in spite as well, she too thought she might want to try to strip sometime. I think she had other motives though, she has been flirting with and teasing me since I first dated Lilly, she was jealous because she liked me too. I think us having this business has opened up some other minds in our families. No doubt I would hire her if she finds she can take it. I admit I always wanted to fuck her, I still do but it is not likely Lilly would be OK with that, but she would be the wrong person to cheat with, being she is my wife's sister, and might even tell her in spite. Sisters and mothers-in-law flirting with and fucking their sons-in-law is not uncommon, it does not just happen on porn sites. Then came my wife, leading the way for the last of the girls. She came marching out, stopping to pause in the stage lights. The sequins on her angel wings and glitter make-up just sparkled and stood out, just like her nipples. I guess that happens when they are all you have on. I was not surprised about that, she was looking so fucking hot. She was excited, and ran to me and jumped in my arms, and started kissing me. "Did I do good Honey? I told you not to worry about my end, did I bring in a lot of money?" "Lots of money, on both fronts, your part of the show broke all records, and the wall did as well, I don't even have the wall counted yet. I am sure we can give all the girls at least an extra 100. tonight, even before I get the rest counted. We can also pay for an open bar, I always hated only buying the first round. I hoped is was not a mistake, not because of the cost, but it was already getting rowdy and we have had some wild ones that I think could have been described as an orgy, not sure family and strippers after parties should ever meet. I was right, I had to lecture Chrisy not long after, as some of the dressed people were losing clothes, and the topless were losing more, she might as well been naked, she was down to panties, more like a thong, really highlighting her perfect teen ass. Her and some other girls, well women, as one of them was my mom had already removed the shirts of my security guys and some male kitchen help. There was a shortage of men and even I was a target, I let them have my shirt, showed some bare chest, but did not go down to my BVDs like some of the other guys. I told both my sisters that their panties were not to be lost in front of me, but I know Chrisy she is a rebel. I had to try to adjust to the sight of her all over again with most of her ass sticking out, she was so fucking hot that way, I have jerked to a lot of girls with bodies that looked like hers that on the internet. Her body would be found there by searching for a perfect teen body. I hope it never shows up on one of my searches. She is just so fucking sexy perfect breast, ass, and tiny waist. Sherry as I think I have already said is a little bigger girl, and at least a little more mature. I liked the fact that her tits were bigger, but Chrisy would be my dream girl if we were not related, she is just a little sexpot. Surprisingly my security guys, Bob and John the younger one were tit men I guess, and they were hanging with the two moms. They were still just topless thank goodness, they did not go any further, but they were all over my guys. My mom and dad are currently separated, but Lilly's mom is not, I mentioned it to Lilly, and she said let her have some fun, maybe she will get some strange cock, my dad is a couch potato. There was even more nudity in the room as the drinks kept flowing. Some girls, I think my sister was involved, had de-pantsed one of the servers. If it was not for them we would have had a bigger deficit in men. We found with male parties with booze, it's better to have male servers, women would get better tips, when they pass the hat, but get harassed. The young server was as drunk as they were and was in only his jockeys, but I think his cock was trying to get out of them on its own. I saw my sisters look at me to see if it was safe to help it get out, and maybe even suck it for him, again it's not unusual at a stripper after party, but this was a hybrid party having family involved, I tried to give a "no way" shake of my head to them, but that would probably just delay the escalation. My security guys disappeared mysteriously, at about the same time as the moms. This gave their daughters more freedom to get crazy. Some of the girls were together commiserating I noticed. I figured that was not good, as my sisters, and sister-in-law were clearly involved, maybe even the leaders of the group. Lilly was getting fucked up, and still naked, tried to convince me to loosen up, she told me she had been to a naked beach with her brother's, that I should show my sisters and the other girls my jockeys it might be enough to get them to quit harassing you. I did not buy it, but again she gave away the fact that I may be a target of the gang of horny drunks and siblings. Lilly gets ornery and horny when drinking, she would throw me to the Wolfe's if it came down to that. I was more than buzzed but was way behind most of the crowd. Soon I was being surrounded, I did not know what was going on until my butch neighbor took me down to the floor all by herself, just like she did when we were kids. It was not that big of a group but they were on all sides of me, had me down. I was protesting loudly, and they threatened to gag me if I did not quit cursing at them, and that I was theirs, "Just fucking enjoy it," was a quote from my own wife. They were just plain drunk at this point, you don't underestimate an out-of-control gang of drunk women. The next thing I know I felt them get a hold of my shorts, that might have been OK, but I looked down to see my jockeys twirled around in the hands of my own sisters, they were not afraid to get me naked. I hoped that Lilly would keep things from getting too out of hand since my mom was missing. I was concerned about my sister's conduct, I did not like what I was seeing of Chrisy's drunk side. She was not old enough to drink, it could threaten my friend's liquor license. He was getting too drunk to care I think. He was trying to avoid cheating I could tell but was eyeing up the naked ones. I was still more pissed than aroused when I heard Chrisy say, "Look girls, isn't Bro's little thing cute." I heard a lot of giggling. I know they were teasing, and I do not have a tiny dick, not when it is aroused that is. I was pissed and that did not help things, as I got up off of the floor I could see that my sisters took that opportunity to join the other nudes, my threat to them about not losing their

panties meant nothing, at this point most of us were missing most or all of our clothes. I was not off of my sisters' minds, because Chrisy said to Sherry, "I think we can fix it, lets show everybody what he really has, let's give him a big hug and say we are sorry for exposing his cute little penis." Although hesitant, Sherry joined in a sibling hug, I was not happy being naked hugging my gorgeous and shapely naked sisters. They held me tight and I could not get loose, I have been through worse things. Chrisy, "We will let go when that cute little thing of yours between your legs shows some signs of life." In spite of the cute attempt to embarrass me, it really did not take long. Hugging two hot siblings naked for the first time, worked the way she predicted. I could feel it start to grow, and press against my sisters' naked flesh. Both of them had a hand on my ass, and around my back, pushing their breast into me, exciting me even more, and yes I could feel their hard nipples. I was feeling some action down there, but uncomfortable otherwise, especially being in front of a crowd. Chrisy to Sherry, "What do you think, anything happening down there." "I will try to find it down there sis." I felt her take her arm from my back and work it down between us, then felt her wrap it around my now erect cock. Checking all of it out, making it swell even more, she rubbed my knob and it gave me a chill. "Yep, I think I found a hard rod with what feels like the top of a mushroom on the end of it, want to take a look?" They stepped back, but she still had her brother's cock in her grip, now in front of the others. Chrisy reached out, and Sherry smacked her hand with my knob. She said, "next time I get to play with it." She let it go, both were drunk and had the giggles. There would be no next time I thought at the time. I was rock-hard at that point, standing there with my cock sticking straight out in front of everyone, and Sherry playing with it made some pre-cum form on the tip, and was now the subject of many people's attention. I was embarrassed about the pre-cum caused by my siblings, but with what I was now showing, I had something to be proud of, being stared at in a whole different way. I was not being made fun of, it hurt my feelings a little, even though it was in jest. I now had time to think about the strange new feelings I experienced as my sisters sandwiched my nude body, and one wrapped her hand around this big brother's cock, and played with it a while. I just had to take more time to look both of my sisters over again, they took my breath away with their beauty and sexy nude bodies, but I did not want to share that beauty with anyone, especially the young food servers. But I was well aware of the fact that I was not going to get them to put anything back on, not on anybody for that matter at this stage of the party. This was now purely a stripper after-show party. Not a situation I would ever of dream of, but I guess if we were raised nudist the hug might not have been so unusual, but using your brother's cock as a toy? My sister-in-law Jill was now hugging me too, she was not going to miss the opening, she was drunk and nibbling on my ear as she too snuck a hand down to check out my hardon. At this point let's just consider anyone I mention, drunk and wanting some actual sex after what they had done for us, I was feeling my drinks too, and horny as well. Jill did not just hug me, and check out my cock, she clearly wanted to take things further. She still had her hand down there playing with my balls now too. I liked it of course but this was a dangerous territory with my wife. I rejected her advances at first to be safe. Then I seen Lilly was not paying attention, she was hanging on my partner Rob, he was still just shirtless, but that would probably not last long with my horny naked wife hanging on him. Unless I hear her protest, she is on her own, how can I blame him. If I saw someone's wife give a hot show as mine did, I would not be fighting her off. I think the two sisters were playing a game, Lilly did not like Jill hanging on me, so I became the target of her revenge. It did not bother me, we have even fucked other people in front of each other before, Rob his wife, and we have been naked together in his hot tub, we did not swap, but ended up leaning our wives over the side and fucking them in front of each other after too many drinks. I had to deal with another new experience, Chrisy blowing a server over in one corner, one she had helped strip, looking at her as my little sister I was pissed. But looking at her as the sexual beast she was developing into, it was so fucking hot to see her with a mouthful of young cock. I just hoped that was as far as it went, by then it was not the only oral going in the room, I had yet to see a penis penetrate a vagina. Lilly was really working Rob, and had his pants off now, and was pretending to blow him through his jockeys. We looked at each other, and I gave him what I thought was an "Oh Well" gesture, what could I say, my sister-in-law was now on her knees holding my naked ass while she was licking my cock and balls. I really lost interest in what Lilly and Rob were doing. I found that having your cock sucked by an in-law while watching your youngest sister suck a fit young guy's cock at the same time was beyond satisfying. I had a rear view of Chrisy, and that ass of hers is so perfect sticking out like that as she held him by his ass and sucked his cock. It was my first clear look at her pussy, just seeing it from the front was a thrill, seeing it highlighting the view of her ass was even better. I was not sure where Sherry or my mom was, and I guess it was a good thing that my mom was gone for now. I finally spotted Sherry she had made a friend, or two I guess. She was with one friend of Lilly's, and they were sharing one of the other servers. We were a little short on the male side, but you make do. They were the first to get one of the mats off of the wall and were laying on it. To my surprise, Sherry was the first to have a cock in her somewhere else than her mouth. I had seen live fucking at some of our other after-parties, but this was my sister. I had a rear view of Sherry taking a guy's cock doggie as she ate a girl's pussy. I love her ass in general, but could not help but focus on her pussy too, maybe the fact that it had a young cock pounding it affected me even more. I know she is my sister, but I was aroused, already had a hard cock that was currently being serviced, how could I not wonder what it would feel like being the one that was fucking her. I had to turn away for a while. I was back to looking at Chrisy, timing could be everything, she was laying back on one of the mats. Once the mats were discovered as possible mattresses, they were now scattered around with naked bodies on them. She had an unknown girl on her face as I could only see her ass and pussy, but like with Sherry, I ended up with my focus on Chrisy's pussy. Now I knew what it was like to watch a sister's tongue working a girl's pussy. She had her knees up, and legs spread. Now I was being treated to some of her pink, and her clit piercing. I did not know what happened to the guy she was with, then seen him standing naked and clearly excited riffling through his pants pockets. He pulled out a strip of condoms. I tried to pull away from that scene, I did not like where this was going, she is no child, but she is my baby sister. Not that much later, just as I was coming to terms with what I was seeing and had turned away, I heard the loud voice of my little Chrisy. She was already being pounded by the young man I seen with the condoms. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly around him, her heels were digging into his ass cheeks as he continued on a quest to get his nut I assume. I guess looking back that was a sign that what he was doing was just fine to her. My little sister was so loud though, at the time it was just yelling to me, a reason to be alarmed. I was not thinking right and jumped into protective brother mode. Enough that I pulled my cock out of Jill's mouth long enough to hurry over there. I quickly realized what a stupid thing I had done when I was standing over them with a rock-hard cock of my own. Even worse when I looked at her lying there under him and seen the look of joy on her face. That yelling that made me react was just praise for her young stud's work. She handled it well, composing herself enough to smile and say, "Isn't the act of fucking someone just beautiful Bro, I hope I get to see your hard cock stroking your Sweet Lilly, and hope you realize how hot it's for me fucking as you watch!" She knew I was upset and calmed me down, I both made an ass of myself, and turned myself on beyond belief, now seeing both my sisters getting fucked in the middle of a party crowd. I should have been proud of Chrisy, I would not have offered a condom at that age, and would not have had one with me if the girls ask me to use one. I did take time to look at her from a different perspective, a young guy, athletic teen body, balls deep in the perfect teen body of my sister giving her pleasure. She was right it was beautiful sex. I had no choice at that point, I was almost dripping pre-cum I needed to fuck someone too, and I had a partner I have always lusted for, and she was all primed up and waiting. I looked over and seen Rob and Lilly on a mat in a 69. My wife had a mouthful of his cock, and he had his tongue deep in her pussy. What a chance to go one up on Lilly. I took Jill by the hand and walked over. I laid down on my back beside my wife and Rob, they were not taking up much room that way. Then motioned Jill to climb on. I was so worked up and backed up, I had not even had time to jerk off that week. I almost came just watching my sister-in-law guide herself over my hard cock. It felt so good to me to be in her and to see her breast go up and down as she stroked me. It sure took my attention off my sisters. I did not even try to look at Lilly and Rob anymore. Soon Lilly knew it was time to at least match the cards I was showing. I think she took it as a duel, and the next time I looked over she was holding her legs up, not as far as in her show, but enough to open up her hole, and make it so if Rob wanted to fuck her, he would have to go in from above, almost pile driving her. It did not bother me too much, I knew some of her verbal reactions were exaggerated, he had not fucked her long enough at that point. I was able to get back and focus on what I was doing to Jill, or her me I guess. I admit though that I did take note that when hard, Rob had me beat at least thickness-wise. I was not jealous that he was fucking my wife, but a little envious of his cock. I was back into what I was doing, I had always wanted to fuck Jill, and was not disappointed. She was holding a breast and working her clit, and was making some noises of her own. Soon her neck started to flush, and then she went off, soaking me and the mat, she is a squirter. I knew what I had to do, for myself and for vengeance to Lilly. The few times I have had this kind of chance to fuck someone I had lusted for a long time, I have wanted it to be more intimate. I wanted her missionary, I wanted to kiss her, just make out as we fucked. I like it, the woman usually likes it, and your wife hates watching it I assume. I had her down, long legs spread and up, as I crawled between them. I just let my cock push against her pussy's lips, as I kissed her other lips, pressing up against her breast with my chest. We soon were fighting for real estate on our tongues. She had all of mine sucked in, and it almost hurt. I did not wait long before I entered her for the second time, this time it felt even better. I had imagined it in her for years and this was what it felt like in my imagination. Nice and warm and cozy. Feeling her legs against the sides of my ass, and her hands around my neck pulling me down for some more tongue wrestling. It was just me and her in that big gym, everyone else was on their own, including my wife, who was getting pretty damn loud with that thick cock pounding her. I did not need to look I knew what that looked like. The pussy I was in was smooth and awesome feeling. I went deep in her vagina and now had her legs up on my shoulders so I could go even further. It was not long before I got a review, "Oh Fuck Yeah!, Lilly told me you really know how to fuck a girl." That was eventually upgraded to, "Oh God that feels good, pound me like you do my sister." She was clearly getting off on using sister in her praises, kind of like calling a guy daddy. She was close I thought, and I was not far behind her, I could not wait to cum, and when she did I sped up until I did. It was a good thing I was close, because all the fluid that came out with her orgasm, was fucking with the friction I was getting. I finally pulled out and finished on her belly and breast. I rolled off of her, and felt naked flesh, on my ass, I was hoping it was Lilly's and not Rob's. Then I felt Lilly throw her leg over me and, climb on, kissed me, and then reached over to her sister and kissed her, and they told each other they loved them. We all just rested although I was still hard, I needed to get my breath. Things were quieting down, and my Lilly said, I think we should show the crowd how hot watching us fuck is. We are all ready for the closing fuck I think, and I have something I want to try to improve the ending to my show, something I can add the next time. Once I do it, I think you should be ready with your cock and fuck me that way. Yes, I am hooked on this stripping stuff, I loved the attention of all those horny men. I had a hard time standing up being drunk and made an old man noise doing it, and I am in my mid 20's. My butch neighbor who I had lost track of actually put out her hand when she heard me, one hand in mine the other on my naked ass, and sent me on my way. I stretched a little to get ready to fuck my wife and give her some of my cum in front of our biggest afterparty yet, over a dozen people with Rob's staff. It was a good chance for Lilly to try something new. I was a reluctant new performer but it was exciting, a little exhibitionist in all of us I guess. I was walking there with my cock sticking straight in front of me. She was already working her way into the pose she used to end her strip show. She had enlisted some help like before, this time it was her recent fuck, and my business partner, a naked Rob, and maybe had her legs back a little further, and spread wider. There she was, legs beside her head. Rob had some help from two naked young servers, one on each side of the chair just keeping it secure, they were a little wide-eyed at my hot wife. Rob had a hold of Lilly's legs for her this time, freeing up her arms. I walked up, leaned in to kiss her, she had her arms free now she tried what she wanted to add, I stood back so others could see. She took her hands down below, her pussy was showing some of the pink of her opening, all she had to do was place her hands on each side to open it wider. She was careful not to spread it open so far as to make it grotesque instead of just hot. There was a gasp and some applause, as you could see deep inside her vagina this time. I am sure that would have brought even more cash, and a riot maybe. I was on, and even with it open and ready, I did not know exactly how to guide my dick in her, I needed my hands to hold on to her, or most likely reach through to the chair back, I might have got lucky and hit the hole. Then I heard my little Chrisy's voice, "Don't worry, I got you, Bro," then I felt one of her little hands caressing my cock, pretty fucking freaky for a second or two. Then I realized that she was coming in from the side and had a hold on it, and was ready to help guide it in, I was fucking my wife not only in front of my family now, but with the help of my little sister. I threaded my hands and arms between Lilly's long legs and arms and got a hold on the back of the chair. My legs were flexed and a little uncomfortable, but the pain was worth it. I pushed into my wife's fine pussy, as Lilly and Chrisy let go, Lilly's vagina accepted it, and was hugging it now. I looked Lilly straight in the eyes. Talk about awkward and pleasurable a the same time. But I had the sexiest woman in my world receiving me, in front of a crowd of friends and strangers, an exhibitionist's wet dream. She felt so good, I quickly forgot the pain, my biceps were the only thing really burning, it was a highly modified missionary we were in. I was able to stroke her pretty good, I think Rob left a little something in there for me to use for lube, even though I was still a little lubed from her sister. It was pretty quiet other than her moans and my grunts, I just went for it, this was the closer after all. I received a warm flash through my body, the view, of my Lovely Lilly, add having a crowd that included close family watch turned out to be a turn on. Even though they inspired me, I managed to tune them out. It was just me a Lilly fucking like we would at home. Knowing that they were getting the view of my cock going in and out of my love caused me to speed up and I went off in no time. I filled her with everything I had left and did not linger long after I got off, it became uncomfortable for both of us, soon after the ecstasy. I was standing there naked with my cock dripping my cum, but was getting little attention. My quickly forming creampie on my wife's beautiful pussy had it, Lilly just open her lips a little with he fingers, and said, "If you want some pie girls, hurry I can't hold this pose long." There were many takers, my two sisters were first in line, Sherry just scooped up some of her big brother's pie, then sucked her fingers clean. Chrisy had to get right in there and scooped up some with her tongue. What better way was there to show the love they have for their big brother. Lilly was getting up and stretching, and I was there to hug and kiss her. Our moms came walking back escorted by, and on the arms of my security. They all had the we just got fucked look on their faces. What do you say to your mom, when you know she just fucked your employees, and you're standing naked with your hard dick dripping fresh cum? "Well Mom, did my guys pass your audition?" "Fuck Yeah, with flying colors, how did your girls do." "Just fine, we have a new Star or Angel you might say, and judging by the cash taken in at the wall, a bunch of new Cocksuckers." Hello everyone, this is Amir (18 years old). I would like to share my story on how I lost my virginity to by very own sister-in-law, my Bhabi (25 years old). The story begins with my family travelling to my brother's place in another city. The reason for the visit is to check out on how my Bhabi and her little son (6-7 months old) was doing as my brother recently had a movement to Canada for job purpose and would be staying there for over 1 year. It was 3 months since the last time I saw my Bhabi and nephew. But, I wasn't much excited for the trip as I had plans to go elsewhere. However, I was coerced into accompanying my mom. It was a dull trip and I was hoping to get back to my city. On the day before I was supposed to leave, I came to the veranda and was curious to find out a pair of bras hanging on the clothesline other clothes. Being a virgin, I didn't have any sort of exposure to such feminine items and sex in general. Curiosity nudged me towards moving towards the pair as I slowly touched them. I inspected the thing in my hand and was inverting the cup, when I suddenly noticed a white droplet of something on the inner portion. I didn't understand what it was and peered closer to see, when suddenly I realized that it was milk. Adding two plus two together, I concluded that the milk definitely belonged to my Bhabi, as she regularly nursed my baby nephew. I didn't understand what took over me, but I brought the object closer to my face and extended my tongue to lick it. Even though the liquid was stained in the material, I still managed to feel the sweetness of the tits milk. The nasty thought of tasting my Bhabi's milk was an exciting moment for a virgin boy like me, as my cock hardened. Suddenly, I heard a cough from behind, followed by movement towards the verandah. I hastily placed the bra in the clothesline in time to face the intruder. It was none other than my Bhabi. Bhabi: what happened? You look like you have seen a ghost? Me: whaaat? (I stammered nervously) Bhabi: have you never seen a woman's bra? I was rooted and shocked with her question, as I realized that I was standing right beside the hanging bra. Me: no no, I was out here to get the fresh breeze (I protested) Bhabi: Hmm, Ok (giving me a look that made me realized that she was not convinced) Bhabi: Anyways, come back inside, the evening snacks are ready I went inside, still shocked with the meeting. Right after snacks I excused myself and went to the room I was given to stay. Once inside, locked the door and kept on thinking of the milk and bra. Instantly, my virgin cock hardened and I started jerking off. During that night I jerked off about 3 times thinking of my Bhabi. Next day, when I was all packed and ready to go, I got down for breakfast. Mom: I was a good trip. Thanks for all your kind hospitality Bhabi: Ma, you can come anytime you want and will always get the same treatment Mom: Please don't forget Shamma's wedding (my cousin) next week. Please come early so that we can go shopping Bhabi: About that, Ma. I would face difficulty coming alone with my boy. Would it be possible if Amir stays for a few more days so that he can support us? I was sipping on the tea, and was almost gulped a bit too more of the hot liquid Me: I have plans with my friends. I need to get back Mom: Nonsense! You will be staying and will help your Bhabi and nephew to come Me: But...but? Mom: I won't hear anything from you... And with that my stay there was over-extended! I was in resentment mood after my mom left. I personally didn't like my Bhabi and vice versa. But to my surprise my Bhabi was acting nice with me. At times, she was even flirting. These made me confused and feel weird. At night after dinner, I was in my room, meddling with my phone, when I suddenly saw my Bhabi calling. I received the call and Bhabi: hey what are you doing? Me: nothing much, Bhabi. Just meddling with my phone Bhabi: why don't you come to my room and give us some company. Its normally boring around here at night. Me: Ok I slowly got off the bed and went towards the room. I saw that the room was slightly ajar. I normally pushed the door open and suddenly say my Bhabi topless. I was stunned. I could see that she was breastfeeding her son with her left tits, with the other one completely exposed. I slowly came back to reality and entered the room. Bhabi: please sit I sat on the sofa opposite to her as I struggled to look comfortable and away from her tits. She started to ask me different questions about different things and I answered to my best capability. Throughout the conversation, she acted as if she wasn't topless and I couldn't see her naked titss. I was having a torrid time hiding my hardness. After about 30 minutes, she got up and said that she would lay my nephew down as he was asleep. Once done, she turned around and came towards me. I was directly facing her two big titss and exposed navel. From my assumptions, I deduced that she was a 36. To my surprise, she came and sat beside me. Bhabi: I have a request from you Me: what? Bhabi: I have been breastfeeding my son since his birth. But even after drinking, I have lots left. I am producing lots of milk, which my baby cannot take. Due to this, my tits weigh a lot and pains Me: ok (too dumbfounded to reply anything else) Bhabi: Normally, I pump my tits until the excess milk seeps out. But I find it rather painful and annoying. So, my request to you is that I want you to suck out the excess milk Unbelievable! I was shocked out off my wits. Here was this 25 year old mother of child, asking me to suck her tits. I was in 7th heaven. Me: ok I guess Bhabi: good (as she edged closer to me) Bhabi: why don't you feel them to understand the weight? In restrained excitement, I touched the underside of her tits and felt their softness. Bhabi: you can press them Following her suggestion, I started to squeeze then slowly at first. But, when I saw that she didn't mind, I increased the pressure. Slowly, I moved upward as I started to feel the front side of her tits. I felt her hard nipples against my palm, as my hand explored her two melons. Suddenly, I pressed a bit too hard... Bhabi: Ow! (as a stream of milk lactated out of both her tits) Me: Oh! Sorry! Bhabi: No worries, Amir. Now, please suck them out I didn't need a second permission, as I buried my face on her right tits and mouthed her erected nipple. I started to suck a few times, but nothing came out. Bhabi: slowly squeeze while your suck my nipple I did as told, and in no time, I felt another jet of milk entering my mouth. I felt the known sweet taste and started to enjoy the experience as my cock was ready to burst out off my underwear. In no time I found the rhythm as I sucked and drank her milk As expected she started to moan after some time and was taking fast breaths. Bhabi: Oh...oh..ahh..uhh...please suck, suck on my tits! I kept on sucking and started to play with her left nipple. I was tickling it and pinched it. Bhabi: c'mon baby, please do that. Play with them! Squeeze! With more pinching I gave her tits a huge squeeze, as milk started to pour out. I got up and gestured her to follow me to my room. Once there, I made her lie on the bed and got on top of her. With both my hands, I squeezed her tits with both hands, as I took her erected nipples inside my mouth. In intervals, I changed focus and took turns sucking both as I slowly pumped her milk out. At one point, she pulled me towards her lips and kissed me and felt her own milk in my mouth. We kissed passionately for sometime before she ordered... Bhabi: Fuck me! Without a second invitation, I got out of my t-shirts and shorts. I removed my underwear. Now, I was naked in front of her with my hard virgin cock. I pulled on the waistband of her pajama and almost ripped off her panties, to reveal her shaved pussy. Bhabi: Fuck me, please! Now! I placed my cock on the entrance and traced her line and labia. I felt her wetness on my circumsized cockhead as I rubbed her clitoris with it. Bhabi: Please fuccccckkkk meeee!!!! Thanking the higher power, I gave a hard push and felt two-third of my cock get engulfed inside her. Immediately, I felt tightness around my cock, as the warmth inside her pussy gave me a unique and indescribable sensation. This feeling of relaxation, made me enter my whole cock. Bhabi: ohhhhhh! Fuck Amir! Fuck meeeee!!!! I started to move my cock inside her. I never felt so good in life. Simultaneously we started to moan as I humped her. She wrapped her hands behind my head and her legs around my hip, pushing with her feet on my ass to enter and fuck her. After a few more strokes, I felt her pussy walls closing on my cock. I realized that she was near cumming! In no time, I felt a force against my cock, as a huge gush of sticky liquid gushed by. The added warmth made me lose my control, as I realized that my orgasm was near. I started to grind my cock into her pussy fast and felt it at the tip of my cock. Without any warning, I cummed and realized that I was flooding the internals of her lovely pussy with my sperm. I collapsed on top of her, as she picked up my head and kissed me on my mouth. I slowly took my dick out of her pussy, and noticed the sperm trickling out. Me: sorry! I didn't mean to come inside Bhabi: I wouldn't have let you waste your seeds anywhere else She gave a smile and scooped a chunk of my sperm from her pussy and put it in her mouth. Bhabi: you are going to be mine this week. I will teach you lots of things, Amir! I haven't felt this satisfied since your brother left for abroad She came towards me and licked my cockhead and gulped my residue sperm. I had one of the best weeks of my life. Please comment and give your feedbacks if you have liked this story. Your encouragement will make me write more in the future. Also, if you want me to get in touch, leave your email addresses in the comment below and I will get in touch.

_Dana's encounter with Randy was the first story I posted on Literotica. It was an excerpt from the larger story of Dana's sexual adventures after her escape from her small home town. Now that I've decided to post the whole thing, I've restored this story to its proper place in the context of the larger story. I hope you enjoy it. All the usual caveats and disclaimers apply._ **** CHAPTER ELEVEN Dana _got_ a lot more sex over the next three weeks. She didn't get laid every time she wanted it, though she managed two or three times a week. Practicalities like finding a room vacant or arranging for Zoe or Darren's roommate, Bobby, to give them some privacy had to be dealt with. Zoe was good about vacating the room, at least when she wasn't planning on entertaining her own lover there. Bobby was also accommodating. More than once Dana stood by, blushing, as Bobby gathered his things and departed for the library or elsewhere for a few hours. He never seemed put out by it, though once or twice he politely but firmly refused. It embarrassed Dana to know that Bobby knew he was leaving so that Darren could have sex with Dana, but it also excited her. And sometimes Bobby and Zoe took advantage of Dana's absence to make their own fun. She was pretty sure most of Darren's neighbors knew as well. None of them said said anything to her about it, but the knowing looks she got a few times, and some overheard comments made it plain: they knew. And to be honest, that excited her as well. Zoe wasn't the only one with an exhibitionist kink. Now she stood knocking at Darren's door again with no response. It was about five on Friday afternoon and the dorm hallways were mostly deserted. She concluded that he wasn't home when the door to her right opened and a guy stuck his head out. "Darren's not here," he said. He was short, about Dana's height, with curly blond hair and blue eyes."He went home for the weekend." "Right," Dana said, feeling a hollow disappointment. Now that he'd mentioned it she remembered Darren telling her he was going to be away this weekend. Some kind of family event. "I remember now." The guy stepped out of his room. He was definitely no taller than Dana, maybe even a fraction shorter. But sturdy. A solid torso and heavy arms and legs. Something about him made her think of a wrestler. He held an open paperback book in one hand, his index finger marking his place. He presented his free hand. "I'm Randy," he said. His grip, when she took his hand, was strong. "I'm Dana." "Darren's girlfriend?" Dana wasn't sure how to answer that. She hesitated, then said, "Sort of, I guess." Was it her imagination or did Randy's attention become more focused? She got the impression he was really seeing her for the first time as a person, not just an interruption. He let the paperback fall closed. "Sorry. That wasn't a trick question," Randy said. "Friend of his, anyhow?" "Yeah," Dana said. "Yeah, I am." She chewed her lip for a moment, then added, "I guess I'll be going." She'd been hoping to make love with Darren. Now she had nothing to look forward to all weekend. "You sure about that?" Randy asked. He glanced into his room. "It's about to come down in buckets out there." He gestured for her to come look. Dana closed the distance until she could see thru the doorway of his room. Through the window she could see dark clouds piling up, and tree limbs waving in the rising wind as the light faded. It had looked like rain on the walk over here, but Randy was right. It was about to pour. "Come on in and sit down," Randy suggested. "I've got beer. You can wait out the storm in comfort or get soaked running back to your dorm." "Well," Dana said, "when you put it like that...." "Great," Randy said. He entered the room ahead of her. He put the book down on a desk, grabbed a couple of discarded pieces of clothing and tossed them into a hamper, then pulled the chairs away from the desks on opposite walls of the room and placed them together. "Have a seat." Dana sat. She unslung her backpack and placed it on the floor by her feet. The room was fairly tidy, now that the dirty clothes were put away. It had a distinct scent she didn't recognize but liked. There was an incense burner on one of the desks, presumably the source of the scent. Randy knelt in front of a tiny fridge. "I don't drink beer," Dana said abruptly. Randy shrugged and opened the fridge. "How about a Coke?" "Yes, please," Dana said. Randy rose with a Coke in each hand, pushed the fridge door closed with his foot and offered Dana one of the cans. He sat down beside her, popping his own drink open. "No beer?" Dana asked, teasing just a little. Randy shook his head. "I don't drink alone." He raised his can. "Cheers!" Dana tapped her can against his. "Cheers." "So," Randy said after a sip. "How do you know Darren?" "My roommate introduced us. How do you—never mind," Dana said, shaking her head at her own slowwittedness. Randy smiled. "Luck of the draw. He's pretty good suite mate, fortunately. All of the guys are, really." "Suite mate?" Dana asked. She glanced at the door to the bathroom, realizing that this room shared the bathroom with Darren's room. She looked at Randy again, sharply, wondering. Was it he she'd spoken to in the bathroom, the neighbor who had been so impressed by the noises from Darren's room? His face gave nothing away. Noting her scrutiny, he said, "What is it?" Dana wanted to ask him. _Did you call me a hot fuck?_ But what if it wasn't him? It would be embarrassing to bring it up if he wasn't the guy. It would be embarrassing if he _was_ the guy, for that matter. She shook her head. "Nothing." Randy shrugged and took a drink. "So what classes are you taking, Dana?" She grabbed that conversational life jacket with both hands, happy to talk about something innocuous. She described her schedule, and asked about his. They compared their choices, and their experiences as freshmen. The light in the window faded until it almost as dark as night. Thunder muttered in the distance, followed by the first patter of rain on the window. It abruptly turned into a heavy downpour and the thunder got loud enough to rattle the window. Dana turned her head to watch the storm occasionally. "I love thunderstorms," she said. "Yeah?" When she looked back at Randy, he was little more than a silhouette. She hadn't realized how dark it was in his room with the storm at its peak. "Yeah," she said. "I was scared of them when I was little, but my dad took me out on the porch one night and held me while we watched the rain and the lightning. It was scary still, but I liked it. I love them now." She shivered. The storm had cooled things down. "Cold?" Randy asked. He didn't wait for an answer. He moved his chair closer and draped an arm around her shoulders. It wasn't a particularly subtle move. Dana felt a stirring of anxiety. Did she want him to hit on her? He seemed nice enough, but was that enough? She'd come here hoping to have sex with Darren. He wasn't around, but Randy was and he was clearly interested. Was she? She didn't know yet, but he was warm and it did help. Dana leaned into him a little, enjoying the warmth of his body. "Thanks," she said. "No problem," Randy said. "That was cool, how your dad handled that." Dana nodded. "It was." The conversation slowed down. They kept to safe topics, exchanging sentences at longer and longer intervals. The storm reached its crescendo and began to lose strength as they talked. They snuggled closer, becoming more intimate. Dana watched the storm outside while she wrestled with her feelings. She was horny. She had no doubt that she could have sex with Randy if she wanted. But what about Darren? They hadn't said anything about being exclusive. But they hadn't said anything about _not_ being exclusive. She wondered how that excuse would fly with Darren. "What are you thinking about?" Randy asked. Dana felt her throat close up, all the words she _could_ say piling up in a logjam, choking her into silence. It was a familiar sensation, but one that she had recently grown to hate. She licked her lips, chewed her lip for a moment. Cleared her throat. Stalling tactics, all, drawing out the hated silence. _Say it_, she told herself. _Just say it!_ "S-sex," she said. "I'm thinking about sex." "Yeah?" Randy asked. He studied her face closely. His teeth flashed in a grin. "Pro or con?" Dana laughed. "Pro. Definitely pro." "That's good to know," Randy said. He leaned in to kiss her. His lips brushed hers, retreated slightly, then met hers again more firmly. Dana leaned into the kiss, wanting it, wanting more. She let her tongue tip caress his lips, then move deeper. He returned the kiss with enthusiasm. Dana found herself pulled into his arms and kissed very thoroughly. Her heart raced and butterflies danced in her belly, a familiar mingling of anxiety and arousal. The thought that she might very soon be having sex again—and with a stranger at that—was exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. Her desire for pleasure wrestled with the conventions she'd been raised to observe, summoning up the disapproving looks and whispered words she'd witnessed many times. _Slut_. The word ricocheted through her thoughts, dimming her pleasure in the moment. For an instant she saw herself the way she knew her home town would have. She'd already fallen, sinning with Darren, succumbing to lust. Now she was about to tumble into bed with _another_ stranger! An acquaintance if not a friend of Darren's, no less. Shameless. Randy trailed kisses along her cheek to nuzzle her neck and nip at her earlobe. The sensation of his breath against her skin, the brush of his lips and tongue, the way his teeth skirted the boundary between pleasure and pain touched something deep inside her. She shuddered with renewed arousal. He cupped her breast in his hand, caressing her, his thumb stroking her nipple through her clothing. She responded, her nipples hardening. His touch was confident, certain that she would enjoy it—not the tentative, furtive touches she'd experienced with Mike. Randy knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to show it; more, he knew what _she_ wanted. That turned her on more than she could express. Her desire roared back to life, drowning her doubts along with the voices counseling caution and restraint. She'd come here to get laid and she was going to _get_ laid. Darren wasn't here, but Randy was. He was attractive, he was definitely interested, and she was confident he could give her the fucking she wanted. She used her mouth on his earlobe and neck and grinned when she heard him catch his breath. She captured his mouth and resumed the long, deep kisses she enjoyed. She grabbed at the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling it free of his jeans. His belly was warm, hard muscled. Her fingers slid upwards beneath his shirt to find and toy with a nipple. Randy drew another audible breath. "Oh yeah?" he whispered. A moment later his hand was beneath _her_ t-shirt, pushing her bra up out of the way as he fondled her breasts, brushing her erect nipples with the palm of his hand. He pulled away from her kisses long enough to brush his cheek against hers before nibbling on her earlobe. Dana shivered, her questing hand going still. Randy leaned down to take Dana's nipple into his mouth. The suction of his lips and the flickering touch of his tongue sent thrills through her body. "Oh god," Dana muttered. She arched her back, offering herself to him, wanting him to continue. He gave her what she wanted for another few moments, then straightened up again. Dana opened her eyes to see him watching her, a pleased smile on his face. He enjoyed the effect he was having on her. Well, she was enjoying it too. But she wanted more. She rose from her chair to pivot on one foot and straddle Randy's lap, holding his gaze. She wanted him to see just how aroused she was now. She peeled her t-shirt off, then her bra. She she groped for his hands without breaking their gaze, found them, and pressed them against her breasts. "Nice," Randy said, caressing her breasts. "Glad you like them," Dana replied. "I do," Randy said, "but that's not what I meant. I like a girl who knows what she wants." Dana smiled. "I know _exactly_ what I want." She tugged at his shirt, pulling it free of his jeans, then up over his head and off. When his hands were free again, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a fierce embrace and an equally fierce kiss. He explored her lips and mouth aggressively. Dana rocked against him, enjoying the kiss, and excited by the feel of her bare breasts against his chest. The hard lump in his jeans rubbed against her Mons through her own jeans, adding to her excitement. She wanted to feel him against her with no barriers between them, wanted to feel him _inside_ her. She pulled away from the kiss. She fumbled with his belt for a moment, then got it unbuckled. By that time Randy was doing the same for her. They got as far as partially unzipping one another's jeans and it was obvious that they couldn't get any farther while she remained on his lap. Dana stood up, never breaking eye contact with Randy. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and underwear and pushed them down to her ankles. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her jeans. Randy's gaze dropped to take in her nudity before he met her eyes again. His lips moved silently, but Dana could make out the one word. _Wow._ He kicked off his own shoes, then hastily removed his own jeans and underwear. Dana gave him the same once-over he'd given her. He was stocky, with thick arms and legs, strong but not with the exaggerated muscles of a bodybuilder. Her first impression of him—that he looked like a wrestler—was only reinforced by his appearance and by the memory of powerful abdominals under her fingertips even if they weren't visible. He was shaved, his cock and balls completely bare. His cock was hard. It wasn't particularly long, definitely not as long as Darren's, but quite thick, and it looked none she'd ever seen before, the bulbous head covered by skin. She wondered what it felt like. "Your first uncut cock?" Dana glanced up, realized she'd been staring, and felt her cheeks grow hot. "Uncut?" she asked. "Uncircumcised," Randy clarified. "Uh, yeah," Dana mumbled, cheeks flaming with embarrassment at her reaction. Now that he'd explained, it seemed obvious. She knew most guys in the US were circumcised. She'd just never really _thought_ about it, and certainly hadn't run into an...uncut cock before. In her extensive experience. "It's not a problem, is it?" Randy's question startled her. "Why would it be a problem?" Randy shrugged, but she suspected the question meant more to him than she knew. "No," Dana said, meaning it. She wanted to fuck him. He should know that. But maybe she should show him. She resumed her seat again. His cocknestled into her pubic hair as she settled onto his lap. She pressed her body against his, grinding her Mons against his erection. "It's not a problem. I want you to fuck me." Her heart was thudding in her breast. Her hands would be trembling with mingled nervousness and excitement if they weren't pressed against Randy's face as she kissed him. His hands roamed her body as they kissed, his touch inflaming her senses. She felt incredibly bold and sexy, and desperately eager to have sex with him. Randy twisted his mouth away from hers. "Arms around my neck," he whispered. Without waiting for a reply, Randy's hands clasped her buttocks. He leaned forward, then stood. Dana gasped in surprise and alarm, flinging her arms around his neck. As an afterthought, she wrapped her legs around his hips as well. She needn't have worried. He supported her weight with no apparent effort as he moved around the room. It was only when he approached the open door of his room that Dana realized she hadn't given a moment's thought to the open door of his room. She'd stripped naked and rubbed herself against Randy when anyone passing by could have seen her. It embarrassed her, but not nearly as much as it aroused her to imagine witnesses to her wantonness. Randy supported her weight with one hand long enough to close and lock the door. Then he stopped at his desk long enough to start some music playing on his laptop. Finally he took the few steps to the side of his bed. He leaned over to lower her onto the center of the bed with the same casual strength. She leaned back on her elbows, legs spread, watching him. She imagined him throwing himself on her, fucking her hard and fast. The thought sent her pulse racing even faster. He didn't. He settled onto the edge of the bed and leaned over to kiss her thoroughly. Fingertips glided up the inside of her thigh to find her wet and open and wanting. She groaned and clamped her thighs to hold his hand in place. Randy chuckled. "Hold that thought, gorgeous." He pulled his hand free. "Wh-what?" Dana stumbled over the word, consumed by frustration. She couldn't remember ever being this desperate before. What was he doing? Randy opened his bedside drawer and placed a box of condoms on the tabletop. It seemed to take forever for him to fish a package from the box, open it, and roll it onto his cock. Dana reached for him making 'grabby hands' gestures. "Hurry up," she demanded. Randy laughed and rolled into her arms with another kiss, propped on his elbows and knees, belly to belly. Dana could feel his hard cock pinned between them, poised to penetrate her with only a little movement. She held him against her body, half afraid he'd find another excuse to delay. "Don't you know it's not polite to leave a lady waiting?" Dana said softly, looking into his eyes from only inches away. "My apologies," Randy said. He moved against her, the blunt tip of his cock sliding over the slippery, open lips of her pussy once, twice before parting them. He pressed forward slowly, driving deeper. His cock felt huge, thicker by far than any other she'd taken. For a terrible instant Dana feared it was _too_ big, that she wouldn't enjoy this at all. But only for an instant. In fact, the slippery friction as he drove relentlessly deeper felt better with every passing moment. Randy groaned as he bottomed out, balls deep in her pussy. "God, you're tight," he murmured. She thought it was more that he had a fat cock, but really—who cared? They were both happy with the result. It was nice to feel such a big cock inside her, but she wanted more. "Less talking," she suggested. "More fucking." Randy took her at her word. He pulled back, the delicious sensation of that huge cock moving inside her pussy reigniting her desire. He drove back inside her, a little faster than before. Dana moaned in pleasure, wrapping her arms more tightly around his torso, wanting him closer still. With every thrust, he fucked her a little faster, a little harder. Her pleasure mounted rapidly. She felt stretched by his girth, but in a wonderful, pleasurable way. She clung to him, panting as the tension in her body wound higher. Her pants turned into whimpers as she neared her peak—and then she tumbled over the edge, lost in the bliss of her orgasm. It burned through her like fire and left her shaking afterward. Randy paused in his efforts. Dana wrapped her legs around his hips, rocking against him. "Don't stop," she demanded. Or maybe begged. "Please don't stop." Her orgasm had only whetted her desire. She was still powerfully aroused and knew from experience that she could come again easily. She felt Randy's breath on her neck, and a sharp nip on her earlobe. The jolt of pain added to her excitement. "We're just getting started, baby," Randy growled. He picked up where he'd left off, thrusting hard and fast. Dana clung to him with all her strength, matching his rhythm, desperate for more. She came again, just as powerfully as the first time. And then again. She soared from one body-shaking climax to the next, even the troughs between peaks achingly pleasurable. * * * "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails filled the silence. Dana became aware of a bone- deep weariness. She lay sprawled in the dark with leaden arms and legs, breathing like she'd just run a race, overheated and sweating, too exhausted and too satisfied to move. Even the weight of Randy's body atop hers didn't bother her. He, too, was gasping for breath and sweating. Randy groaned and stirred above her. A moment later she felt his weight lifted from her. She felt the brush of his hand through her pubic hair, then the disappointing sensation of his cock slipping out of her. He was little more than a shadow in the darkness. Dana realized the sun had set while they were busy. Randy removed the condom he wore and disposed of it in a waste basket. Dana squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden bloom of light when he turned on a lamp. She felt his weight settle on the edge of the bed so she shifted over to make room for him. He stretched out on his side, his body pressed against hers. He turned her head with a touch, then kissed her. She kissed him back, pulling him into her arms. She felt a wave of affection and gratitude toward Randy. The kiss ended but they lay in one another's arms, legs entwined, as they caught their breath and cooled off. Dana drew a noisy breath as a jolt pleasure made her quiver. It seemed to come from nowhere; all at once she experienced a faint echo of the pleasure she'd experienced earlier. "Cold?" Randy asked. He rand his hand up and down her arm. She saw him glance around for something to pull over them. Dana shook her head. "No. He pushed himself up on one elbow. "You sure? I can get a blanket—" She met his gaze, pleased by the concern she saw in them. "No, it's fine. I just...." She caught herself trailing off again, not finishing the thought. "I just had a—an aftershock." "A what now?" "An aftershock. Like after an earthquake?" She began to wonder if she'd have to draw him a map. "You have the big quake and then...aftershocks." Concern turned to surprise. "Oh." Then, "Are those a thing?" Dana shrugged. "Yeah. I get them sometimes." "Okay," Randy said agreeably. He stretched out alongside her again. They didn't speak for quite some time. The only sound in the room was the playlist from his laptop. Occasionally Dana heard movement, voices or the slamming of doors in the hallway outside. But that was outside, and had nothing to do with her. She was content to lie quietly in Randy's arms and enjoy the high from all the endorphins that had soaked her brain. Whatever he was thinking he also kept to himself and for once she didn't worry over it. Randy's free hand, which been idly caressing her, began moving with purpose. His touch roamed freely, caressing and fondling, rekindling her desire. She pulled him into a lingering kiss that demonstrated better than words could that she was fully onboard with his intentions. His next kiss was to the hollow of her throat, then a chain of kisses down between her breasts. He fondled her breasts with both hands, kissing and licking first one nipple and then the other. Dana sighed in pleasure. It felt like her nipples had a direct connection to her pussy; she felt herself swelling and getting wet again. Randy moved on, kissing and licking his way down to her navel. It tickled once and she twitched and giggled. "Sorry," Randy mumbled, never slowing his progress toward his ultimate goal. She felt his lips in her bush a moment before he pressed a kiss on her pussy. Dana moaned and spread her legs, letting him know—as if he had any doubt—that she liked what he was doing. He made a satisfied noise, pleased by her response. His lips and tongue danced along her labia, soft wet caresses that built her excitement with every touch. Minutes passed, delightful pleasure- filled minutes of increasingly focused attention. His tongue stroked her, a silken lash that traveled the length of her labia with aching deliberation, only to rain quick, light caresses on her clit. His tongue delved between her lips too, lapping up her juices, though it _couldn't_ be as long as it felt to her. Then, just as it became just shy of _too much_ he backed off and resumed broad, flat strokes of his tongue to maintain her arousal without sending her over the edge. It was maddening. At some point she had tried to grab his head and _force_ his face deeper, desperate for release. He'd caught her hands in his and pulled them away without missing a stroke, lacing his fingers with hers to hold her helpless. Now he teased her cruelly, bringing her to the edge of orgasm over and over again without letting her come. She writhed beneath his assault, whimpering and begging him to give what she wanted, what she needed. When he did, it was shattering. Dana thrashed, kicking her feet, squeezing his fingers in clenching fists as she screamed, the pleasure so intense she couldn't contain it within her body. The ecstasy peaked and receded, only to rise up and engulf her repeatedly. It ended at last, leaving her spent, limp, and sodden with pleasure. She gasped for breath, her lungs afire, and the relative silence rang in her ears. She had an instant of self-awareness when she wondered just how long and how loudly she'd screamed. Then it was gone, and she didn't care. Randy loomed over her, his own breathing deep but steady. His mouth and cheeks shone and dripped with her juices. His eyes shone with pleasure. And pride. And lust. She could feel his cock, rock hard and hot, against her thigh. "Mind if I play through?" She grinned until she thought her cheeks would split, and then laughed, so full of joy she couldn't help it. "Please," she said. "Please do." Randy impaled her. She took him easily this time. He buried himself balls deep with a sexy groan of pleasure, then held very still. It took her a moment to realize he was struggling to control himself, that he was on the edge of orgasm. It was thrilling to realize that he'd gotten so aroused just from giving her pleasure. It made her feel powerful. It tempted her to work her hips against him, to drive him over the edge. It wouldn't take much, clearly. She wanted to watch him come, and see what his face looked like in that moment. But she remained still and silent, letting his example guide her. This moment was for him, when and as he wanted it. He remained still and silent for a minute or more. When he moved, it was slowly and carefully, until he lay against her body from breast to hips. He took his weight on his elbows so she wasn't uncomfortable, but she could feel it every time he took a breath. He kissed her on the mouth. A long, lingering kiss. Then he turned his head so they were cheek to cheek, his breath warm against her ear. He withdrew until only the head of his cock was inside her, then drove his length inside her once more. Paused, then again. That set the pace. He fucked her slowly, deliberately. It wasn't romantic, but it was nothing like the fierce, frantic pace of their first coupling. He wrapped himself around her, getting as close as possible, kissing her neck occasionally when he paused to master himself. She felt and heard every sigh and groan of pleasure he made, and felt as well the gradually rising tension in his body. It was a pleasurable experience for Dana, but not orgasmic. She wasn't sure she was capable of coming again, at least for a while. But this gentle fucking felt good—and seeing and hearing and feeling how much pleasure he was experiencing from fucking her was exciting as hell. She knew well before it happened that Randy was about to come, and it was everything she'd hoped to witness. The flickering expressions on his face, the incoherent noises that escaped his open mouth, the way he shuddered in her arms and poured himself into her—it thrilled her as much as her orgasms had, but in a very different way. She laid frantic kisses on his cheek, his neck, his mouth. She threw her arms around him to hold and caress him, rocking him between her thighs as he came, and then continued to pet him as he relaxed and his breathing gentled. Minutes passed. The music continued, accompanied by more noises from the hallway. Dana didn't want to move yet, didn't want to disturb Randy, but his weight was beginning to bother her. She patted his side and was unsurprised when he took the hint. He rolled away, careful to hold the condom in place as he pulled out. Dana felt an unexpected relief to see it. When Randy asked to fuck her she'd been so lost in a haze of endorphins from being eaten that the necessity of it hadn't crossed her mind. She didn't remember seeing him put one on either. She was grateful to learn that he was conscientious enough to take care of such things without prompting. He sat up long enough drop it in the nearby waste basket, then flopped back onto the bed. "Oh man," he said, "I'm wiped out." Dana propped herself on one elbow to grin down at him. "Well, you've been very busy." Randy grinned back. "It was well worth it, I assure you." His gaze dropped to her breasts and he brushed one nipple with the back of his hand. "You're smokin' hot." "Yeah?" Dana liked hearing it but she didn't believe it, not really. She was nice enough looking, she supposed, if you liked skinny girls. But not _hot_. Not like Zoe. _She_ was hot. But it was nice to hear Randy say so. She remembered a question she'd had earlier. "So," she said, "would you say I'm a 'hot fuck?'" Randy's look of surprise and chagrin told her she'd guessed correctly. "Hell, yes." "So it _was_ you I talked to that night." He nodded. "Did you know it was me when you invited me in here?" He nodded again. "Were you planning to seduce me?" He hesitated, choosing his words. "I sure as hell _wanted_ to. I didn't know if you'd be interested, but I wanted to try." Dana leaned down to give him a kiss. "Well, mission accomplished, then." "And for you," Randy said. "You came knocking on Darren's door hoping to get laid, didn't you?" She smiled despite the faint embarrassment she felt. "Yeah, I did." She half expected her throat to close up and choke off her words, but it didn't. "He told me he'd be away this weekend but I forgot. Maybe I didn't _want_ to remember. I was really horny." Randy fondled her breast. "Was? You're all better now?" She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, focusing on the pleasant sensation of his hand on her body. "I wouldn't say that," she admitted. "But right now I'm sweaty and tired and starving." As if to punctuate her point, her stomach growled. Randy laughed and sat up. "Yeah, me too." He left the bed long enough to retrieve his phone from his jeans on the floor. He sat down beside Dana again, tapping at his phone. "You like pizza?" "Sure," Dana said. Randy continued texting with his thumbs, then set the phone done. "Done. We'll have pizza in about half an hour. How about a shower while we wait?" **** CHAPTER TWELVE The shower stall was too small for much fooling around with both of them in the cramped space. Nonetheless they manged some necking when they weren't sliding soapy hands all over one another on the pretense of washing. Randy got hard again and Dana gave him a few tugs, but they didn't go any farther by mutual if unspoken agreement. The pizza arrived while Dana was drying herself. Randy, already wearing a towel around his waist, went to answer the door. He left the bathroom door open. He opened the door to the hallway. "Hey," he said, "let me get my wallet. You wanna bring that in? You can just set it in the desk." The delivery guy entered the room carrying a flat pizza box and a two-liter bottle of soda. He glanced in Dana's direction, did a double take as she stood frozen in shock, naked and wet in front of this stranger. He recovered and continued into the room to finish the transaction with Randy. Dana stared at the open bathroom doorway, turned on to know that a stranger had seen her naked, and shocked by her response—and by how powerful it was. The delivery guy wasn't particularly attractive, and she hadn't gotten a good look at him anyhow. It didn't matter. He'd gotten an eyeful of _her_ and that knowledge thrilled her. She hadn't moved when the delivery guy reappeared in the doorway. He paused and his gaze swept over her. She could _feel_ the way his eyes drank her in and wondered if he could see her nipples getting hard, or the sudden warmth between her legs. He gawked for an instant longer, then shook himself and departed. Randy closed the door behind him. She heard him throw the bolt. He glanced into the bathroom, smirking, but said only, "Pizza's ready." It was odd. She felt more embarrassed by Randy's knowing that she'd exposed herself to a stranger than she was by doing so. She'd known she had a voyeuristic streak, but clearly Zoe wasn't the only one with an exhibitionist kink. It wasn't likely to bother Randy, so what the hell. She wrapped her towel around her waist and left the bathroom. Randy had moved the two chairs to a corner of his desk, where the pizza box lay open. "I'm out of paper plates, I'm afraid," he said. "Lots of paper towels, though." "That'll do," Dana said. She was too hungry to concern herself with niceties like plates or napkins. Randy poured soda into a couple of plastic tumblers and handed her one. It wasn't great pizza, but it wasn't bad. Most important, though, it satisfied her hunger. They ate leaning close together over the pizza box. They didn't speak much while they ate, both too focused on the food, though they grinned at one another knowingly, like conspirators. In a way they were, Dana supposed. They'd both wanted to get laid, and they'd used one another to get what they wanted. Now that she'd been sated, at least for the moment, she felt guilty about fucking Randy. Would Darren be disappointed? Angry? She didn't know him well enough to guess how he'd react, but she couldn't imagine he'd be pleased. "Penny for your thoughts," Randy said. Dana glanced at him. Guilt nagged at her. It must have showed on her face. "Thinking about Darren, huh?" Dana looked down, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah." "You said you were only'sort of' his girlfriend. Is that right?" Dana nodded, still avoiding his gaze. "So you aren't exclusive?" Dana opened her mouth, closed it. Sighed. "We never really talked about it." "So...not exclusive." He made it sound so simple. If only it were. Dana shook her head, met his eyes. "No, we never talked about it. We never said yes or no. I don't know what he expects. Maybe he thinks of me as his girlfriend." "You're feeling guilty," Randy said. "Do you regret what we did?" "No," Dana said promptly. The certainty in her voice surprised her. She thought for a minute, trying to untangle her feelings. Randy waited. "I'm not at all sorry that I slept with you," Dana told him. Her stomach fluttered, the familiar sensation of anxiety—but in this case because she was daring to bare her feelings to Randy. She felt brave and frightened all at once. "I wanted to fuck you, and I did. I have no regrets about that. I feel guilty about it, but only because I may hurt Darren. He's a good guy, and I don't want to hurt his feelings." Randy accepted her words with a nod. "I'm glad. I wanted to fuck you too." He reached over and took her hand in his, giving her a look of desire. "I _still_ want to fuck you. Since we've already done it a couple of times, would you like to spend the night with me? I promise to make it worth your while." His touch, his look, and his words couldn't have been better calculated to fan the embers of her desire into flame. Just the thought of his hands and mouth on her body again, of having his cock inside her again, sent chills along her skins and had her getting

wet. "Yes, I'd like that." She still felt guilty, but her guilt would be no worse for spending more time in Randy's bed. Measured against the certainty of a great deal more pleasure in the immediate future, her guilt was easily pushed aside. There were practical questions, though. "What about your roommate?" Randy shook his head. "He's away for the weekend. He's got a girlfriend back home, and he goes to see her most weekends." Dana smiled. "Good. We won't be interrupted." She raised a slice of pizza, looked at it, and decided she'd had enough. She put it back in the box and wiped her fingers with a paper towel. She sat back and watched Randy devour another slice, grinning back at her all the while. "What?" "I was just thinking," Randy said. "It wasn't just Darren's bed banging against the wall that first night that gave you away." "No?" Dana felt a faint heat in her cheeks, though nothing like she usually experienced. Maybe she wasn't as quick to blush as she used to be. Randy shook his head. "You were rather loud." "I was?" "Nobody outside Darren's door had any doubt that he was fucking you, or that you really, really liked it." _Now_ the familiar heat bloomed in Dana's face. "Oh god," she muttered, briefly hiding her face in her hands. She lowered them to face Randy. "I was really that loud?" "Yeah," Randy said. "That first night—and every time since. You were pretty lively with me, too, a while ago. You didn't know?" "I...no," Dana said. "That's not all," Randy added. "Oh god...." "No, nothing like that. It's just—you blush awfully easily. You know _that_, right?" Dana nodded. She had pale skin and she'd always blushed at the drop of a hat. "Well, you turn red whenever you come," Randy said. He gestured at himself as he continued. "Your whole face, your throat, and your chest. Even if you were completely still and silent—and you're not—there's no doubt about when you're coming." Dana had no response to that. She didn't doubt him. That no one else had ever noticed wasn't surprising. Mike never made her come. It had been dark that first night with Darren. There had been more light later on, but maybe Darren noticed and he just hadn't said anything. "Huh," Dana said finally. "I like it," Randy said. "Just in case you were wondering. It's cute. And I like seeing visible proof that I made you come." Dana's flush grew even darker if the heat in her face was any indication. "Really? The shouting and the thrashing around weren't enough?" "Those are nice," Randy agreed. "But those can be faked. Nobody can fake _that_. Not that I think you were. Faking, I mean." Dana leaned in and silenced him with a kiss. "I get it. I'm glad you like it." Randy laughed. "I don't just like it. It turns me on." Dana liked hearing that, liked knowing that her reactions turned him on. She wondered just what exactly she looked and sounded like when she came. _I could find out_, she thought. The idea of recording herself having sex produced a sinking sensation in her belly like riding a high speed elevator to the top of a tall building. It both terrified and excited her. Just the _idea_ of something as brazen as making a sex tape turned her on fiercely—even as the thought of such a tape getting out horrified her. It would be a terrible risk. And yet, she knew, in a small stubborn corner of her mind, that she would do it eventually. Not tonight. But it would happen. * * * They didn't jump right back into bed. Neither Dana nor Randy wanted to do so right after eating. Dana took the opportunity to gather her clothes, grab her backpack and disappear into the bathroom, hoping Darren's roommate wasn't home. In addition to her laptop and a couple of textbooks, her backpack contained toiletries. She'd been planning to stay the night with Darren, after all. They worked just as well for sleeping over with Randy. She washed her face and hands and brushed her hair. She definitely had that Just Fucked Look going on, and while it turned her on to know that her appearance advertised her sex life, it also promised to embarrass her. "You're just a mass of conflicting desires, aren't you?" she asked her reflection. She didn't need an answer. She brushed her teeth while she was at it, then dressed again. She felt daring enough to stuff her bra into her pack instead of putting it on again. When she stepped out of the bathroom Randy was at his computer, his back to her. "All done?" he asked. "Yes. Sorry I took so long." "Don't worry about it," he said. He took in her appearance. "You're not leaving?" Dana glanced down at herself, then up again. "What? Oh—no. I just...." She shrugged, uncertain how to finish her sentence. "Good," Randy said. He moved closer and kissed her. "My turn," he said, and vanished into the bathroom. When he returned, Dana had settled on his bed, leaning against the wall with her own laptop open on her lap. He dressed quickly. "Dana," he said. She looked up. "Yeah?" "Mind if I open the door? It's kinda stuffy in here." A logjam of possible responses threatened to choke her into silence. She refused to let them. "No," she said. "I don't mind." Darren propped the door open, then opened the window. Then he resumed his seat, saying, "Let me know when you're ready for a rematch." Dana felt herself blush, but she smiled at his wink. "You too." She had imagined that she'd get some homework done, but it didn't happen. She tried to read some of her assigned texts, but she couldn't concentrate. Sense memories of being thoroughly fucked right here on this bed distracted her, as did anticipation of more to come. She'd thought she was sated earlier, but that respite had been fleeting. The knowledge that she was simply marking time until she resumed her favorite pastime kept her on edge. She checked her email and let Zoe know she'd have their room to herself tonight. Randy worked silently at his computer, at least when he wasn't talking to the parade of neighbors who took the open door as an invitation to visit. He was careful to introduce each of them to Dana, and they all made a point of saying hello to her, but she forgot their names almost immediately. She'd always been bad at holding onto names on first meeting. It wasn't until the fourth time one of Randy's acquaintances looked her over with obvious curiosity that it hit her. They were checking her out! Dana's face flamed as she realized they must have heard her earlier and wanted to see who had made all that noise. Embarrassment and excitement fought to a draw inside her; embarrassing, yes, but it also gave her an illicit thrill to know that _they_ knew she'd been having sex—and enjoying it quite loudly. When the most recent gawker had departed, Dana closed her laptop and looked at Randy. "It's time," she announced. He closed his own laptop hastily. "I agree," he said. Another couple of neighbors arrived just as he reached the door. "Later," he said, pushing it closed. Dana saw them lean to one side, trying to catch a glimpse of her through the doorway. She waved to them as the door closed. Randy joined her by the bed. She'd been about to peel off her shirt but changed her mind and reached out to unsnap and unzip his jeans. They slid down to his thighs, revealing a tent in his briefs that his jeans had only hinted at. Dana pressed her palm to his belly and slipped her hand into his underwear to wrap her hand around his hard cock. His hairless cock felt huge, hot, and hard. Bigger than she remembered. But not too big; she'd taken it before and enjoyed it immensely. She wanted it again. Randy remained still, eyes closed, enjoying the feel of her hand on his cock. Dana stroked it a few times, turned on by the soft sounds of pleasure he made. She crouched in front of him, releasing his cock only long enough to adjust her hold on him. With her free hand she pulled his jeans down around his ankles, and then his briefs. She stroked him slowly, gauging his size more closely. He was bigger around than Darren, though not as long. But not so big around that she couldn't take the head of his cock in her mouth. Randy gasped, more from surprise than pleasure, but then he groaned loudly as she took a little more of him into her mouth. There was no way she could swallow his whole length, but she didn't have to. She sucked and tongued the head of his cock for a time, then licked the shaft, stroking him with her hand all the while. She explored and fondled his balls with her free hand, doing so very gingerly at first but with increasing firmness and confidence when Randy made it clear he was enjoying it. Randy made plenty of inarticulate sounds of enjoyment, supplemented by an occasional exclamation of "oh God!" or "Christ, that feels good!" Having that effect on him turned Dana on more than she expected. She tried to swallow a little more of his cock, but backed off when she felt her gag reflex make itself known. She contented herself with licking and sucking Randy, and fondling his balls, until she felt him touch her hand. She backed off, letting the tip of his cock pop out of her mouth. "Yes?" Randy's quivering breath and drugged smile was answer enough. "I'm about to pop," he said, "but I want to be fucking you when I come." "Oh god," Dana muttered, overcome by a wave of lust. His words—and the picture they conjured in her imagination—inflamed her desires beyond reason. She couldn't stand and peel off her clothing fast enough, and all the same he was naked before she was. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard, a deep tongue kiss that demonstrated just how much he wanted her, and how little he cared about where her mouth had just been. When he relaxed his hold on her, Dana moved to lie down on the bed behind her. "No," Randy said. "I want you on top this time." He stretched out on his back, his erect cock standing upright. "Not there," he said when Dana prepared to straddle his hips. "Sit on my face," he suggested, gesturing with one hand. Dana stared, uncertain of what to do, or how to go about it. Randy coaxed her into doing as he asked. Dana felt self-conscious kneeling at the end of his bed, but he was insistent and eager, so she did. It took a few adjustments before she settled into the right position, but when she had Randy made it worth the effort. His hands settled on her ass, where he could help support and steady her, and also shift her position when it suited him. She clutched the head rail of his bed for balance as well. Randy put his lips and tongue to work with enthusiasm and skill. Despite her initial discomfort with the idea, his talented mouth soon had her sighing and moaning with pleasure. She felt herself getting wetter, felt herself swelling and spreading, ready—eager—for more. She was riding a rising tide of pleasure when Randy's hands let her go, forcing her to concentrate on maintaining her position. The faint crinkle of a condom packet explained what Randy was doing. A moment later his hands touched her hips again. "Ready for more?" he asked. Dana nodded. There was no sexy way to do this, so she didn't try. She crawled backward until she felt Randy's cock against her ass. She balanced on her knees and one hand to reach between her thighs and grab it. It took her only a moment to guide the head between her pussy lips. It felt hard and hot and she made a low sound of pleasure as she sank down over it, impaling herself. Randy reached up to fondle her breasts. "You're on top," he said, "so you're in charge." Dana took him at his word. She raised her hips, intimately aware of the feel of his hard cock gradually withdrawing. With only the head still penetrating her, she impaled herself once more, groaning with pleasure at the sensation of him pressing deeper and deeper until she had taken his whole length. She paused for a moment, enjoying being fully engaged, before doing it all again, and then again. This wasn't entirely new to her. She'd seen Zoe riding a lover this way, and she'd even done it with Darren a few times. It wasn't a favorite of hers but she understood now why Zoe liked it. She loved missionary, loved feeling a man's weight on her body, loved the sensation of being fucked like that, but this approach showed every sign of being just as pleasurable. It required more effort on her part. She began breathing harder very quickly, and not just because she was getting more aroused. It was hard work! Supporting her own weight on her arms while she rocked her hips—she'd never realized just how hard her lovers had worked to give her the pleasure she'd experienced. But it was worth it. She had complete control of how quickly she rocked against Randy, how deeply she took him, at what angle she let him penetrate her. She experimented a bit before finding a rhythm she really liked. She settled into it, her excitement growing with every thrust of her hips. The ecstatic expression on Randy's face, the growls of pleasure he made, and the way his hands caressed and teased her breasts added to her arousal. Dana rode him, her breaths growing louder and deeper. She closed her eyes now, the better to focus on the glorious sensations she felt. The rising tide of pleasure crested, receded, then rolled over her once more. She trembled on the edge of orgasm for a long instant before the tide receded. She rode him harder, faster, desperate for release. The tide rose once more, engulfing her. Dana shuddered and—yes—cried out in her ecstasy. She heard herself this time, babbling incoherently as she quivered and shook from the intensity of her pleasure. It went on and on—and was over all too quickly. It left her gasping, half collapsed on top of Randy as the strength ran out of her arms, her body shaking. The tide had receded again, but not far. It wouldn't take much to push her over the top once more, and she wanted that. Wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything. She forced her shaking arms to push her upright again. She drew a loud, shaky breath, and began to ride Randy once more, desperate to recapture the bliss she'd just experienced. In less than a dozen strokes, she found it again. Another orgasm roared through her body, leaving her incapable of thought for some timeless interval. When it was over, Dana laughed, so full of joy that she couldn't contain it if she'd wanted to. And she didn't want to. She could feel the potential for more ecstasy swirling around her like flood waters, requiring only the tiniest ripple to engulf her once more. She felt exhausted, her breathing was ragged, but not so exhausted that she couldn't muster the effort to continue fucking Randy. Afterward she remembered nothing except the endless series of orgasms that followed, each better than the last, spiraling into a mindless haze of bliss. She might have passed out. When she became aware of herself again, she lay on her side, limbs slack, heavy and trembling. Randy's hand cupped her cheek and she struggled to focus on his face. He lay facing her propped on one elbow. "Are you okay?" He sounded worried. "'M fine," Dana muttered. She quivered as an aftershock of pleasure rolled through her body. "You sure?" Dana smiled lazily, relaxed and utterly content. "I'm sure. Why?" "I think you fainted." "Did I?" But even as she asked, Dana knew it was true. She'd lost all sense of herself as she rode that endless high, lost in the pleasure until she'd regained awareness lying here beside Randy. Another first. "Maybe I did," she said. "I hope I didn't scare you." "Only a little," Randy said. Dana suspected it was more than a little. "This never happened to you before?" Randy shook his head. "You were rockin' and rollin' and...making noise—and then you just stopped and fell forward." "Sorry to scare you. That's the first time it's ever happened to me." It alarmed her a little that she'd lost control so thoroughly that she'd passed out. It excited her too. She'd never imagined she could feel that much pleasure. It frightened her too that if not for meeting Zoe, she might have gone years—maybe her whole life—without ever learning what she was missing. Speaking of missing things... Dana glanced down at Randy's cock. It was shrunken and soft, no longer wrapped in a condom. "Did you come?" Randy grinned. "Oh _hell_ yes! With a beautiful naked blonde riding my cock and screaming her head off? I came hard. You were just too busy to notice." He settled onto his back and pulled Dana close with an arm around her shoulders. She rested her head on his chest. "You were great," he added. "Thanks," Dana said, doing her best to ignore the screaming her head off part. "I'd hate to think you missed out." "No worries," Randy said. "I had a great time." There didn't seem to be anything more to say. Dana lay quietly, cuddled up against Randy in the dark. When sleep took her she never noticed. * * * _Thanks for reading. You have a vast number of options here, so if you've taken the time to read my story, I appreciate it._ _I enjoy getting feedback, it's more tangible evidence that people are reading my story than simple view counts. If you have a comment, question, or suggestion, I'd like to hear it._ "Our agreement hasn't been, shall we say, _consummated_? Not even sealed with a kiss." She knows he's right. She laughs and turns away. She doesn't like to let him observe her so artlessly for too long. When she does meet his gaze, she tries to close the doors behind her eyes and block entrance to what she wants to keep private. There's something in his stare- more intimate than any caress, penetrating deeper than any cock- she's afraid he sees too much. Funny, though, that she almost wishes he _would_ discover those secrets. It would spare her the trouble of hiding everything, of playing it cool. Her mind wanders. She imagines this consummation he teases her about. She sees the two of them, sitting quietly somewhere else, face to face. Her hand reaches out and her fingertips brush his jawline. "All right, then," she murmurs, "sealed with a kiss." She leans forward and lightly kisses his forehead. "And a kiss," touching her lips to his left eyelid, "and a kiss," this time on his right eyelid, "and a kiss," as she completes the consecration by gently pressing her mouth to his. She wonders if he will remain still and impassive as always, and increases the pressure. When he doesn't resist, she lets her tongue break the barrier and hesitantly flick his lower lip. Although he hasn't moved perceptibly, she feels his response and dares to push further. He's saying something- her attention snaps back to the present, to reality. They're sitting shoulder to shoulder. _So close_, she thinks, while it probably doesn't seem that way to anyone else. Every physical contact is logged in her mental diary, and not a single occasion goes unnoticed. She is reluctant to open up and be truly unselfconscious with people but her casual manner often belies that. She knows she's confusing with her back-and-forth nature and wishes she could ever find the right words to explain it. She wants to be dominated by him, but in the end she wants him to be the one to yield. The chant pounding in her brain, the rhythm coursing through her blood, _Claim him. Take him. Make him mine._ So that were he to travel beyond the farthest sea, he would nonetheless think of her and yearn for her and wish for coalescence. She wants to take his heart and keep it for her own, knowing that she would say it was for his protection but accepting the truth that she is a collector. Never unkind to her captives, she surrounds herself with them to remind her of her own value; to be able to say that, for at least an instant, she was thought worthy by each of them. She realizes that no matter how long she has been running from it, no matter what she's done to try to repress it, she has the soul of a writer. Quick to passion and fully immersing herself in each new object of desire, yet always searching for some new excitement. He's different from so many of the others. He has staying power. She could hold him for a thousand years and never be tired of him- never tired of the angles and curves and expansion of his mind. She _would_ keep him if she could, but she believes he is too far beyond her; that he will tire of her and cast her off before she's ready to be parted from him with such finality. She cannot hope to be his muse. His inspiration comes from sources much greater than she will ever be, and she is not necessary to his continuation. She, however, has become addicted to him. He is both new to her and completely familiar, and the contrasts dance about in her thoughts until she no longer knows what she should say or not say to him and so she writes it down. *** For years she has slept naked. She's been tossing and turning in her slumber since time out of mind and found that nightclothes of any sort wrap and wind around her in the most uncomfortable configurations. When she lived alone, she might have simply been nude but now that she shares her bed with her beloved husband she is confident to be naked; to leave herself open to the eyes of another. At night, her hands often run over her body. She's well-acquainted with the high and low places, the soft and hard places, the warm and cool places. Everything is always as it was, but still she conducts her nightly checks- it's her way of reassuring herself that nothing has made a drastic change for the worse. She knows she is greatly flawed in the eyes of many but in the heavy, smooth darkness she's free to revel in herself. Her breasts are large, her legs are long, her hips and shoulders curvaceous, her belly silky and welcoming. She is strong and flexible, and fucks well because of it. Her muscles extend and tighten, showing their contoured planes to the eyes of her palms. Now she imagines they are _his_ hands. There is a tiny, hidden ache in her when she thinks of him, a glimmering of the impossibility of being fully satisfied without him. She wonders if revulsion would replace his appreciation if he saw her without any concealment. She stops caring and lets their hands roam. He cups her breasts, hands overflowing with them, and she thinks she should apologize. She knows he prefers smaller- a mouthful, he says- but she doesn't want to be sorry for what she is. She thinks he would encourage that defiance, if he knew. She lies stretched lengthwise with her arms above her head and feels a morbid sense of pride when his fingers slide over her now-prominent ribs. He moves to her abdomen and she cringes, knowing he's certainly reached the stretch marks that cover so much of her lower torso. He says nothing- doesn't even pause- and slips down to her thighs. She'd hoped he would continue on the path that would have brought him to the hot, wet core of her, but knows he plans to wait. This pass is just a fact-finding mission, learning the lay of the land in order to chart his course. His hands run over her calves and she flexes her feet with delight. He's slow and deliberate, but after all just skimming her surfaces. She tries to be patient even as she knows it's not up to her anymore- that he has control. Working his way up now, he stops at her neck and kisses her throat. His right hand settles into the spot where her shoulder meets and he presses a thumb against her windpipe- gently at first, but more firmly after a moment. Neither speaks but she can feel her pulse in her stomach beat faster and more powerfully. He watches her face for any sign of true discomfort and, seeing none, strengthens his grip. Now she can hear the blood rushing in her ears and her face feels a bit swollen. She had been breathing calmly through her nose but suddenly her mouth opens and she gasps. He immediately lets go of her, bends down, and kisses her hard. Although feeling a little dizzy, she eagerly returns the forcefulness and lightly bites his lower lip. He snakes his hand around her head and grabs a handful of her hair at the roots and pulls her away. With her chin now pointing up, he bites the point where he had throttled her and she makes a sound like she's growling. He nips at her again and this time elicits a low moan. She tries to be careful not to let on just how much she's enjoying this, since she knows he'll stop to tease her more. She isn't cautious enough, however, and he smirks at her in the dark and sits back. There's a strange rasping, slithering sound and she's both curious and nervous. She thinks she knows what it might be, but until the cord glides over her wrists she can only presume. He deftly secures the binding and she hears metal click against metal- when she tugs downward she finds she's held fast. In her excitement she is yet dismayed as she's unable to touch him at all now. When she feels him take her ankles and wrap the same satiny but unyielding rope around them, she forgets her disappointment and gives herself over to anticipation. She twists minutely, testing the bonds, and giggles- her arms are tied together over her head but her legs are tied separately and somewhat spread apart. There's enough slack for her to move a bit if she starts to hurt but no more. _Oh, he's good._ In their mutual silence, they come to the understanding that there will be no safe word. She will either bear this or not. It is more than a simple game, flirting with the boundaries of depravity but not really risking anything. There is much at stake here but she expresses no fear and so he continues. He sits near her but doesn't stir for several protracted minutes. She begins to wonder if he's left the room and she hadn't heard when softly, slowly, a finger traces the line of her lower leg. He exhales- not quite a sigh but more than just a breath out- and takes his hand away. He stands and steps closer and it's her turn to breathe harder. The bed gives under his weight and now he is sitting right next to her. His hand drops to her left shoulder and runs down the length of her arm to the tips of her fingers. Without losing contact, he continues around and crosses her palm to go up the inside of her arm, stroking the inner elbow with his thumb. He reaches her chest and delicately grazes his own palm over her breast, over the hardening nipple, across the taut skin of her breastbone to her right breast and the already-erect nipple there. She refuses to break so easily, and clamps her teeth down on her tongue to keep from whimpering. He shifts toward her a little more and puts a hand directly above each breast and the warmth is almost more than she can stand. As she tries to arch her back to intensify the pressure, before she can notice and attempt to brace herself, he pinches both nipples and smiles when she yelps in surprise. Maintaining his hold, he waits until she stops panting and squeezes again, more sharply than before. She sucks in her breath and only lets slip a short groan. His grin broadens and he pinches once more, as hard as he can. Now she screams, and when she catches her breath she screams again. When she's finally quiet he releases her and dips his head to take each throbbing nubbin of soft skin into his mouth. His tongue swirls around and over, every swipe seeming a subtle demand for forgiveness. She sighs and relaxes, whispering a wordless agreement. _This is an excellent culmination of pain and pleasure_, she thinks, and steadies herself for what's to come. _(to be continued)_

_Copyright 2009 by madengineer3_ This story is purely fiction. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is implied. I want to thank MiliktheRed for editing this story. * My name is Paul Gray. I am an assistant professor of physics in a medium sized college. I normally was very careful, not leaving anything to chance. As I re- discovered, it only takes one slip to cause major damage. It had been a bad accident. I had been working in the lab doing some minor clean up when it happened. Someone had left the YAG laser flash lamp pump power supply off, but fully charged. Without my knowing it the "bleeder resistor" was damaged the full charge was present in the capacitors. I made the stupid assumption that the capacitor bank was discharged and started to work on the flash lamp trigger circuit. When it fired my unprotected eyes were in the main beam. I must have gone into shock because when I awoke I found myself in a bed, but without any lights on that I could see. "How are you doing Doc?" "I'm not sure. Would someone turn on the room lights? It's awfully dark in here." "Doc, you are lying in direct sunshine. You got singed by the YAG laser." "How bad is it?" "Well, the skin burns around your face should heal up in the next week or so." "Why don't I see you?" "Doc, your eyes were in the direct beam. The retinas were destroyed. I'm afraid you are permanently blind." I didn't know what to say. I was a sixty two year old divorced man with an ex- wife who hated me and a daughter who had left with my ex-wife. I had heard from neither of them in the last fifteen years. I was alone and now I was blind. "How long have I been here?" "Only about six hours. They're trying to decide what to do with you." "They don't have to decide. I want to go to my home. I know where everything is. I am capable of taking care of myself." "Are you sure of that?" "Yes. Now, please get someone to bring me my clothes and I could use a cane if they have one available." I have never been comfortable having other people helping me do things I could do myself. I wanted to get home. Have a beer and listen to some good music while I thought this thing through. I was home later that afternoon. I live in a rural area. I asked my lab assistant to close all the blinds in the windows and lock the door on his way out. I called the head of the physics department and told him I would be taking a long leave of absence, or maybe just resigning. He reminded me that I had stored up about six months of vacation time and another nine months of sick leave. He suggested I use the sick leave, and then some of the vacation until I could sort things out. I thanked him. Got myself a beer, and sat down to listen to some good music. ************ Being blind had brought a lot more problems that I had imagined. Doing anything from dressing to taking a shower or shaving took on whole new dimensions of difficulty. I decided that I needed a housekeeper. I called a friend at school and had him put an ad in the paper for me. It read: Wanted: A live in housekeeper/cook. I would prefer a college graduate or at least someone who is a good conversationalist. Good wages and covered medical and dental. Call.......... It was put in the paper and I started getting phone calls. I taped the calls so that I could remember each of the callers. For the first week, or so, I had lots of calls. Most of them were either young kids just out of high school, or older people (some with serious problems). Then I got a call that grabbed my attention. "Hello, is this professor Paul Gray?" "Yes, do I know you? Your voice rings a bell in the back of my head. What is your name.?" She said her name was Sharon Smith. "Sharon is a nice name. I had a daughter named Sharon, years ago." "I understand, from a friend, that you are looking for a housekeeper and cook. I am pretty good at both of those tasks. I would like to interview for the position. I've recently left the hospital after a long recovery from an auto wreck, and I have injuries but I can do your type of work. My face isn't all that pretty after all the work they did to rebuild it. My face won't let me go back into the classroom. I used to teach high school science. At least my school insurance covered the recovery work." "Sharon, I am blind. Your face is no problem for me. We should get together and talk. When would you be available?" "At your convenience. Where do you live?" I told her, and was surprised at the long silence that followed. "Did I say something wrong, Sharon?" "No, how long have you lived at that address?" "About twenty-five years, give or take a few." "I can find the house. When do you want me to come by?" "I'm free all this afternoon. Is that too soon?" It wasn't too soon. Sharon arrived at the appointed time. I led her into the living room and we sat down. There was something about Sharon that told me that she was the one. We discussed duties and pay. She was agreeable to the terms. "When can you start, Sharon?" "At your convenience." "How about today?" "I need to move my clothes and such over here and take care of the all the business that is involved with moving. I would want to move my stuff in before I am truly working for you. I shouldn't be doing moving on your time. Would tomorrow or the day after tomorrow be acceptable? " "Yes, but don't worry about moving in on my time. I will start your time as of right now. Things will work out." Sharon got up and let herself out. The next year and a half went better than I had hoped they would. Sharon seemed to know exactly the things I liked, and she did them exactly as I would have wanted her to. It was almost like she was a mind reader. We were moving in toward Thanksgiving when things start to change. I was sitting in the living room when I though I heard crying. I followed the sound and found myself at Sharon's door. "Sharon, are you all right?" "Yes, I'm sorry I bothered you. I didn't think you would hear me." "Do you need help with something? I'm always willing to sit and listen. I can't promise I can do anything to help, but sometimes talking things through helps." "I don't want to pass my hurts on to you, professor." "Nonsense. I would be happy to listen and talk with you." "Okay." I went back to the living room and Sharon followed me. When we were seated she started to speak. "I miss my family so much. My mother is dead and my father probably wants nothing to do with me. I feel so alone. With Thanksgiving coming up next week the lack of family is overbearing." "I can understand that, Sharon. My wife left me after I found her in bed with one of the college's athletic coaches. When she left she told my daughter that I was the one who had cheated on her. My daughter left at about the same time and I have been unable to find her since. I have tried, but without luck. At least we won't be alone this Thanksgiving. We make a strange family, but you feel like family." "Can I sit near you, professor? I need to feel someone next to me." "O.K. but please understand it has been years since a young lady has sat next to me. If anything 'comes up' please don't take it personally. It's just...." "Don't worry, I won't become upset." Sharon came over and sat next to me. She leaned against my side and put her head against my shoulder. I put one arm around her to let her feel wanted. We sat that way for probably a half an hour. The following week we had an ice storm. The sheriff's office declared a state of emergency. Nobody was to go out on the roads. This was no big deal. That evening as I was getting out of the tub, I slipped, fell, and hit my head. The next thing I knew I was in my bed and had a brutal headache. "Owwwww, what happened?" "You slipped in the bathroom and took a bad fall. You've been out for about half an hour now." "How did I get into bed?" "I moved you in here and hoisted you up. I figured it was better than leaving you on the cold floor. I've talked to the emergency room doctor and he has told me what to do and what I should watch out for. You appear to be doing well." "Thank you. I'm sorry you had to do that." "You know, professor, you are a nicely built man! I was tempted to take advantage of you. For a while there you had as big an erection as I have ever seen." I must have turned beet red. "Don't be embarrassed. I'm just trying to complement you. You have always been a gentleman around me and I will try to be a lady." "You have no idea how hard it can be to be a gentleman at times, Sharon." "I can see that, your erection has come back again. May I ask you a personal question?" "Yes, but I may decline to answer it." "How long has it been since you have taken a woman to bed with you?" "Since my wife left me! I don't want to get hurt again. And on top of that, my ex-wife told my daughter so many lies about me I didn't want to do anything that would validate those lies." "You are a strange man. Most men would simply take whatever chance they could get to bed a woman. But you are being true to yourself in the face of such a temptation. You're quite a mensch." "Thank you. Could you get me something for this headache?" "I can't do that professor. The doctor was concerned that you might have had a concussion. I need to watch out for bad signs for the next twelve hours. The best I can offer is an ice bag." "I guess that will have to do. Thank you." The next day things were considerably better. My head didn't hurt as much as it had in the previous day. Thanksgiving dinner was very good. Sharon was an excellent cook. After dinner we went into the living room and Sharon asked if she could put on one of her favorite pieces of music. Of course I said yes. The music she selected was Leibestraum, by Franz Liszt. She sat down next to me pulled my arm around her and snuggled against me. I had tears in my eyes. "What's wrong professor?" "You'll think it's silly. But, my happiest memories are of having my daughter snuggled up against me while listening to this same piece of music. Every time I think of her my heart aches." "What would you do if you found her?" "I don't know. I really don't think she'd give me the chance to explain the way things really were. Her mom got custody because that is simply what the courts did back then. Besides that, I suspect that her mom poisoned her mind for good." "You are a good man, professor. Your wife must have been an idiot." I didn't respond to that comment. "You know, I have taken quite a liking to you. Does that offend you?" "No, Sharon, I also have taken a real liking to you. In fact I think I'm falling in love with you. I'm sure that you will think that is ridiculous since I am blind and so much older than you are. But, the truth is I can't picture my life without you in it." Sharon said "I feel the same way." She snuggled closer to me and pulled my hand down so that it was resting on her left breast. "That's dangerous to do, Sharon. I can handle temptation, but I may not be able to handle that kind of temptation." "What makes you think that I want you to avoid this temptation? In fact, I would really enjoy playing with you in all sorts of ways. I am not attractive due to the extreme damage caused by the car wreck, so I also have not had any intimate physical contact in the last year or so." "But, it wouldn't be right." "Why?" "Because I can only go all the way with someone I am married to. I am a strong believer in my faith. This type of playing could lead to actual intercourse, and as a Christian I can't go that far unless I'm married to the woman." "Can you accept going almost that far?" "If we can stop, I could do that." Instead of an answer, Sharon moved over so that she was straddling my left leg and her breasts were on my chest. The she started kissing me. I hadn't felt this alive in years. I could hear her opening up her blouse and taking off her bra. The next thing I knew was that a breast had been placed at my mouth. I licked and sucked it enjoying the pleasure I had so long been denied. Sharon moved her breast away from my mouth and replaced it with her tongue. I was lost in desire and pleasure. Suddenly Sharon said: "Let's go into the bedroom." I was very open to that suggestion. When we got to my bed Sharon removed my clothes and helped me to remove her's. She felt so good against my hands. I had her lay back onto the bed with her feet off the side of the bed. I then proceeded to kiss my way up the inside of one thigh and then the other. After both thighs I moved in to start kissing her pussy lips. I hadn't been this hot in years. I started to lick her nicely shaved slit and spend some time rubbing her clit with my tongue. She tasted wonderful. My skill returned to me and before long Sharon had been through several orgasms. "It's my turn to play with you professor." "Where do you want me?" "Just like you had me." I moved up so that my back was on the bed and my legs reached down to the floor. The next thing I knew Sharon was gently fondling my balls and kissing my cock. It didn't take long for her to start to lick and suck the end of my cock. I knew I couldn't last much longer. "I'm going to come. You can just give me a hand job from here on." She kept on doing what she was doing. I exploded. I may have even passed out for a moment. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. As I became aware of the room again I could feel Sharon cuddled up against me. "I don't know what to say Sharon. Saying thank you just isn't enough. You have given me a gift far greater than you realize. I don't want to lose you. You are helpful, you care for me, and you are wonderful in bed. I'd love to make this arrangement permanent. But, I'm an old has been." "Stop talking like that professor. You are not an old has been. You are tender, caring, and a gentleman. I love being around you." "What would you say to a December May marriage? I don't want to be alone anymore." "You would marry me? You've never seen me." "Since when do I need to see with the eyes that which I can see with my heart." I could feel tear drops on my chest. "I'm sorry if I upset you, Sharon. I didn't intend to offend you." "You haven't offended me. I'm kicking myself for having been a fool for many years. Yes, I would love to marry you. However, I can't have kids. Part of the damage from the wreck required them to do a complete hysterectomy on me. Can you live with that?" "Yes, I've had a vasectomy. Kids are not in the offing." We decided to get married the week before Christmas. It was a small, informal affair that happened in our living room. That night we were alone for the first time as husband and wife. We made love most of the night. Oh, was it wonderful. As we woke up in the morning Sharon cuddled up against me and said "I have a surprise for you." "Is it a good surprise, or a bad surprise?" "I think it's a good one, but it will come as a shock. Here, I've always let you play with my left breast. Please suck on my right breast." I eagerly took it into my mouth and started to play with her nipple with my tongue. That's when the shoe dropped. "You have a second nipple on this breast. I have only known of two persons who had that anomaly. My wife and our daughter." I continued then to pleasure her with my tongue. "Have you ever considered doing this with your daughter?" "No, it wouldn't be right." "Are you sure?" I was a bit nervous now, "what are you getting at?" "It's been a long time, but Merry Christmas, husband of mine and Dad of mine. We are back together again, and this time we have truly fallen in love with each other." This Christmas was the best I have ever had. This experience of mine happened a couple of years before I got married. Hitting Geneva in an early morning flight, I grabbed a quick cup of coffee and a sandwich before making my way to the Hilton in the centre of the city. My name is Raj 40yrs 5'10" very overworked and very fit I take time off from the office to hit the gym or pool at everyday. I was 28 when I took this trip, I was extremely fit with six-pack abs and a gym toned body. After a quick shower I stepped out for my meeting, I run a chemical and dye intermediate unit back in India. I had a meeting with a pharmaceutical company for supply of very specific grades of some compounds. With our quality assurance and competitive price the meeting was an absolute breeze and I walked off with a half a million-dollar contract. Going back to the hotel I went to the business centre and faxed off a copy to my office (these were days before e mail). With my business done I tried to get a booking back to Bombay. I had kept aside a couple of days for the meeting, expecting some stiff competition and having to fight for the order. But having finished off the work I came for I decided to leave immediately. Unfortunately for me, it was the last week of May and the flights back to India were packed to capacity. I was going to be waitlisted in Geneva for the next two days. I didn't push too hard with Swissair, I deserved a break from my hectic lifestyle. I thought these two days would be a good time to relax and recharge my batteries. Throwing off my tie and leaving my briefcase in the room I walked to a cafe behind the hotel. The cafe was small next by a small bank of payphones. I sat back reading, sipping coffee and munching on freshly baked croissants. Occasionally I surveyed the surroundings then went back to my newspaper. After my third cup of excellent brew I decided to go back to the hotel. As I was waiting for the check, an ebony woman of Amazonian proportions exited one of the booths. In my estimate she was at least 6'4" in her heels, towering over the people around her. Clad in a pair of well-fitted blue jeans with a silk shirt and a cream jacket. She was well accessorized with gold jewellery. Her thick lips smeared with scarlet, made her to look like a glamorous tigress, her dark ebony skin glowing in the sunlight. She was fiddling with her purse trying to put the change back in. She managed that successfully but she dropped a wallet on the sidewalk. "Excuse me ma'am," I called, "You've dropped your wallet." "Thank you," the Amazon said in heavily accented English as she stooped to pick up the fallen object. As she leaned down the top of her heavy, silk encased breasts showcased themselves for me. Wow I thought, what a set of knockers. Walking over to me she once again started thanking me profusely. "You're welcome," I said, having to angle my neck to look up to her. She smiled back and strode off powerfully. I pocketed my change and made my way to the hotel. I took my time and strolled back leisurely back to the hotel, entering the lobby I decided to go into the bar to have a beer. As I sat at the bar sipping my Carlsberg I felt a presence behind me. Looking back I saw lady Amazon walk in with a male companion. He seemed like a dwarf in her presence, a small balding man. A banker type I guessed. He escorted her to a table and walked away quietly. "Vodka Martini please," her voice boomed, as she placed her order with the steward. I finished my beer and nodded at lady Amazon as I passed her table. She stood up and smiled, "I'd love to buy you lunch to thank you." I was quite free with nothing to do I could use the company, "A beer will do just fine thank you, but just one," I grinned. "Wonderful," she replied in her heavy French accent. I grabbed a chair and sat down next to her. "I'm Raj," I introduced myself, "From India" "I'm Monique, I was born in Ghana but now I live in Paris," she replied. We got talking and I learnt that she was 33 and worked for an auction house and traveled all over facilitating high value purchases for confidential clients. I told her about my business, and myself although she was keener to know a lot about India. We were so engrossed in our conversation that we had to be told that the bar was closing for the afternoon. She insisted on settling the tab, I agreed on the condition that I could buy her a late lunch. Taking my arm she walked with me thru the lobby. People stared at us as we walked past, we must have made a strange sight. An almost brown Indian man walking with an ebony Amazon towering above him. We found a cafe and had salad and steaks with a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. We walked back to the hotel together arm in arm once again taking in the stares of people around us. Taking the elevators I escorted Monique to her suite and as I turned to leave she pulled me in and kissed me on the lips, her long tongue snaking into my open mouth. My dick got hard immediately and made a tent in the front of my trousers. She tapped me and pulled away, shutting the door. Removing her jacket she beckoned me to her. She started peeling off her clothes and stood before me clad in her silken bra and panties. I undressed quickly eager to get into bed with Monique. Now totally naked, I unsnapped her bra and drew her panties Monique was magnificent, enormous firm breasts capped with huge nipples (a 38D at least), a flat stomach with a dark haired trimmed pussy, strong thick thighs and a big shapely butt, she was more than a handful definitely. I knew then that I was going for the ride of my life. "You're in fantastic shape," said Monique running her hands over my torso. Sitting me on the sofa she bent to examine my thick uncut 7.5 inches seemingly fascinated by the foreskin. "Definitely the thickest cock I have ever seen," she said weighing my shaft in her palm. "I've seen plenty of longer dicks but none that thick, I'm going to enjoy fucking this one." Pulling my foreskin back she exposed the head and opening her lips wide put my plum sized head into her warm wet mouth and started licking the underside with her long tongue. I reached out and played with her magnificent orbs and squeezed her ample buttocks while she continued milking my dick within the confines of her warm mouth. Pulling my dick out of her mouth I gently pushed her lips down to my balls. She caressed my balls and took them into her mouth driving me wild with ecstasy. Releasing my balls she once again took my exposed head and sucked greedily while at the same time pumping my shaft with rapid strokes of her hand. I knew I couldn't hold out for much longer. "My cock's gonna cum," I moaned, as my thick dick spurted strands of sticky cum into Monique's willing mouth. She swallowed most of my come and the remaining dribbled down her chin to her breasts; straddling me she pushed her breasts into my face and made me lick the remnants of my come. Finally satisfied that I had successfully licked her breasts clean, Monique climbed off my lap and led me into the bedroom kicking off her four-inch heels on the way. Throwing off the covers Monique lay back on the bed; her magnificent legs spread wide exposing her sex to me. I got on top of her and starting from her lips kissed her all the way down to her navel. On my way South on her body I took my time over her breasts. I sucked and licked her enormous orbs and thick nipples making sure not to leave an inch of titflesh untouched by my lips or tongue. I recommenced my Southern journey and stuck my tongue deep into her pussy flicking it as I lapped the juices off her vaginal walls. Monique bucked violently as I attacked her clit grazing it with my teeth and licking it with my tongue. Moving away I kissed the insides of her thighs as she continued thrashing about on the bed. "Fuck me now, I need a cock in me," she commanded. I was waiting for a chance to enter her love canal, and without any fuss crammed my dick into her wet pussy. Monique moaned as I fucked her, "God, I love fucking your thick dick." I kept up my relentless pounding of her pussy and Monique fucked me back hard in sync with my thrusts, her breasts bouncing as they lay by the sides of her chest. "Aaargh.. I'm cummingg," Monique wailed as the first wave of her orgasm hit. Her long manicured nails leaving painful weals on my back as she thrashed under me in the throes of her climax. I waited until she relaxed, and as she lay there, her massive chest heaving with the deep breaths that she was taking. I latched onto a nipple and sucking hard started fucking her again. I increased the pace of my thrusts as I felt the come rising within my balls. "Are you on the pill?" I enquired, leaving her engorged nipple for a couple of seconds. She nodded and placing her hands on my buttock pulled me deeper into her. I came for the second time that afternoon, spurting my seed deep into my ebony Amazon lover. I lay on top of Monique playing with her magnificent breasts while my semi hard dick still lay within the confines of her overflowing pussy. She caressed the back of my head encouraging me to feed on her nipples. As I suckled my dick that was still trapped within the soppy confines of her cunt started getting hard once again. "Boy, you have some stamina, you're getting hard again," Monique grinned as she felt her pussy walls getting pushed outward by my thickening dick. "I want to ride you," Monique said gesturing to me to roll over so that she could get on top. I hugged her tight as we switched positions by rolling over with my dick still inside her pussy. I braced myself to be ridden by at least 170 pounds (in my estimation) of sensual ebony Amazon. She rode me gently at first, our combined juices slipping out of her pussy onto my balls. Reaching behind her and using the juices as lubrication she massaged my balls gently as if coaxing them to fill her again with my seed. Propping a couple of pillows behind my back I sat up and suckled once again on her breasts while she increased the pace of her ride. Monique rode me wildly as she got closer to her climax rubbing her clit on my crotch almost painfully. Her powerful hips and thighs were fuelling her wild ride. So vigorous were her movements over me I thought my dick would be ripped off my crotch. "Aah.. Fuck I'm cummingg," Monique wailed once again as she came for the second time that afternoon, her nails digging painfully into my chest. She collapsed on me as I continued bucking my hips into her now flooded pussy. "I want to tit fuck you baby," I told her. "Ah a tit man, you like my titties," she teased and rolled off me allowing me to place my dick in her deep cleavage. Bringing her mounds together I covered my dick with Monique's massive ebony orbs. My dick was very well lubricated with our juices and I was able to fuck her breasts with long hard strokes. She stuck her tongue out and licked the head of my cock as it poked thru between her cleavage. Reaching behind me she jammed long her manicured middle finger up my arsehole and began finger fucking me. "Oh fuck baby, you're driving me crazy," I wailed as she twirled her finger in my virginal arsehole." "Yeah baby, cum for me, I want you to cum for me," Monique encouraged, finger fucking me deeper. I couldn't take it much longer, I was not going to be able to hold back. The pressure was building in my balls. "I'm cumming, gonna spray you with my cum," I moaned. My dick spurted the contents from my balls onto Monique's neck, chin and face. We went into the bathroom to wash off the residue of our sexual tryst; we soaped and cleaned each other thoroughly under the hot flowing water. Now that she was in her bare feet she stood barely three inches above me. We were able to lock our lips in a tongue-exploring embrace as we went about washing each other's bodies. After drying ourselves, we ordered sandwiches and coffee from room service. I put on a robe to receive the sandwiches. And as the door shut I stripped nude and joined my nude ebony goddess. We cuddled and fed each other in the nude missing no opportunity to touch and caress. Our sexual desires sated for now we crept into bed to take a well-deserved nap.

CH. 01 **00:00:01** A cyan blue grid stretched out into an infinite horizon. A silver M flew into the center of the screen. The M was sliced from top to bottom by a pink laser, shaving off a duplicate M. A flash of lightning zapped the rest of the letters into place: **M** ASTER & **M** ARGARITA Home Video _This film has been modified from its original version. It has been formatted to fit your television screen._ The digits on Linda's alarm clock read five-thirty AM. "Good morning, Motor City!" the radio DJ announced, startling Linda awake. She swung her hand at the snooze button and knocked a glass of water into the wall, smashing it to pieces. "Damn it. Every time," Linda said to herself. "It's going to be a hot one today," the DJ continued. "Speaking of hot ones, we are a month away from the third annual Motor City Aerobathon. Dust off those x-ray goggles, because a fresh batch of aerobics babes will be showing off the hottest and hardest bodies in the city." _Boi-oi-oing!_ "The first dude or dudette that calls in to tell me the name and the artist of this next song wins two front row seats in live studio audience. You'll be so close to the action, you're gonna need a sweat shield!" The hit song blasted through the alarm clock speaker as Linda climbed out of bed, dressed in just her panties. She yawned and stretched in front of the window, teasing a generous view of side-boob. ♫ Rising up Back on my feet On the streets, still survivin'♫ Linda pulverized a protein shake in the blender. She loaded a cassette into her portable Walkman. She propped up her bangs with a sweatband in front of the mirror. "Three more weeks. You can do it. The power is yours," she told herself. ♫ Against all odds Moving to the beat Got the heart of the lion ♫ Linda jogged down the riverwalk dressed in a leotard and legwarmers over shiny nude leggings. The rising sun cast an orange and pink glow across the city skyline in the background. ♫ The Heart of the Lion She is ready to pounce And her prey don't stand a chance To survive her ♫ A camp of homeless guys in front of the liquor store whistled and called out to Linda as she ran past them. "Mornin', Linda!" "Looking good!" "Good morning, fellas!" she yelled back. "Enjoying the view?" "You know it! Slow down, will ya?" "Never!" ♫ The Heart of the Lion Is all that it takes Because the weak can't compete with the Heart... ...of the Lion ♫ A delivery van flew out of the alley in front of Linda and she slid to a stop on her sneakers. The van blew past her face at full speed as it turned onto the street. "Hey! Watch it, dipstick!" Linda yelled, jogging place to keep up her momentum. The catchy motivational song faded into an ominous score. The van sped down the street until Linda was nothing but a tiny dot the rearview mirror. After a scenic drive through the downtown skyscrapers, the van turned into a residential area and approached a house on the end of the block. Jack Rourke stepped out the front door in his bathrobe to grab his morning newspaper and noticed the suspicious van pulling into his driveway. "Who in the hell? At six in the goddamn morning?" To Jack's relief, two blondes in matching jumpsuits hopped out of the vehicle. One was holding a bouquet of flowers and the other had the greeting card. They were the sexiest set of identical twins Jack had ever seen. They had those offset ponytails and fluffy hair-sprayed bangs right out of a bikini team beer poster that used to hang in your dad's garage. "I think you got the wrong place. Ain't no one sending flowers up here," Jack informed them. "We don't question the deliveries," Tonya replied. "We just deliver 'em," Tammy added. The twins shared a giggle and handed over the bouquet and the card. Jack noticed that they were both chewing on bubblegum. "Double the pleasure, huh?" "More like double the trouble," Tonya replied. She blew out a big pink bubble until it popped. "Hey, I realize I'm no Kirk Cameron, but what do you ladies say to dinner? Seven o'clock tonight at the Blue Lobster." "Sorry, Mister." "We are strict professionals." The twins walked back to the van and Jack ogled them the entire way. "Holy frijoles," Jack mumbled to himself. He tore open the greeting card and read the handwritten message. _Dear Jack, Some flowers for the funeral. You have my condolences. -Frank_ "Hey! Wait up!" Jack yelled over to the twins. "What funeral?!" A tall, musclebound man wearing an eyepatch stepped out of the van, accompanied by some foreboding synthesizer music. The twins plugged their ears and ducked for cover. "Yours," Striker replied, taking a knee to aim his bazooka. "Wait!" Jack begged. "You win! I'll sign the contract!" Striker fired off a rocket and it collided with Jack's torso, erupting into awesome orange fireball and blowing his entire house to smithereens. Three different camera angles of the same explosion repeated in slow motion, showing off all the splinters of wood and shattered glass that rained over the front lawn. The only thing of left of Jack Rourke was a pair of slippers on the front stoop. A flaming rose flew out of the explosion and landed at Striker's feet. He picked it up and used it to light up a cigar. Striker admired the burning house with a single, icy blue eye and blew out a puff of smoke. "Consider the contract... executed." _VHS Classic Presents_ A finger pressed the play button on a silver JVC boombox. The cassette reels spun inside the tape deck and a catchy dance beat pumped through the speakers. _a masterandmargarita production_ A locker room full of gorgeous young women prepared for their workout. Voluminous hairdos were doused in hairspray. Scrunchy leg warmers were pulled over ankles. Shoelaces were double knotted on Keds sneakers. Boobs were tucked under colorful spandex. Thong leotards were hoisted up securely into butt cracks. _in association with Head Cleaners Entertainment_ The lineup of women gathered into formation in the dance studio. They moved their hips to the music and reached down to touch their toes, showing off their toned butts. Linda took her place in front of the class. "Looking good ladies! Let's aerobicise!" The music climaxed into a radical keyboard crescendo and a pixelated title card flew onto screen: _ **AEROBATRON**_ The aerobics class performed an elaborate dance sequence with lots of excessive bending and posing while a new mop boy got the grand tour from the owner of the gym. "Welcome to Action Aerobics, kid," Joe Pennino said, chewing on a toothpick. "Cleaning rags over here, fresh towels over here, mop buckets over there. Keep your nose clean and your pecker dry and maybe you'll last longer than the last guy." "Thanks again for the summer job, Uncle Joe. I won't let you down," Lucas assured him. "Call me Boss, during work hours. Capisce?" "Capisce, Boss." Lucas followed his uncle into the dance studio and gazed at the scene in awe. There was an aerobics class of more than thirty women reaching for their legwarmers and bending over in his direction. The music was pumping, the boobs were bouncing, and the bodies were smoking. All of the women were dressed in shiny thong leotards that disappeared into the cracks of their asses and reemerged as neon-colored cameltoes as they bent over to touch their sneakers. "One, two, three, four. Asses to the ceiling, tits to the floor. Keep it up ladies! Feel the burn! Move those hips! Stretch those butts!" _edited by margarita_ Linda gave the new mop boy a welcoming smile and he was dumbstruck. Lucas had never seen a more bodacious babe in all of his life. Striking hazel eyes. Curly brown hair with bangs teased sky-high. Her shiny purple leotard clung to her figure like a second skin. Lucas watched in a daze as Linda's busty chest bounced with every step on the aerobics platform. "Less ogling and more cleaning. Chop, chop!" Joe scolded. "This is a business, not a wack-off booth. Jeez Louise, do I gotta do everything myself around here?" "I'm on it, Boss." Lucas grabbed a bottle of cleaning spray and worked on the wall mirrors in the back of the dance studio. He tried to focus on his task, but every clean wipe with his rag revealed the reflections of the sexy workout session behind him. He used every ounce of concentration to avoid popping a woody. After a long montage of flexible feminine forms bending and dancing and stretching, Linda mercifully hit the stop button on her boombox. "Radical workout, ladies! Let's hit the showers!" "Well? What are you waiting for?" Uncle Joe asked Lucas. "They need clean towels and lot of 'em. Also, grab a mop bucket. I want that locker room spic- n-fuckin'-span." "Isn't that the girl's locker room?" "This used to be a boxing gym, kid. There ain't no _girl's_ locker room. Just _the_ locker room. And it's your job to clean it. No goddamn excuses." "But aren't they changing in there?" "So clean around 'em, Einstein. What the hell are they teachin' you in college anyway?" "Nuclear physics." "Well, I'm going to go nuclear on your ass if you don't get in there and clean up, pronto!" _written and directed by master_ Lucas' heart was racing as he pushed open the door to the locker room. He schlepped his cleaning gear through the doorway and cringed, waiting for the impending screams. They never came. All of the fit young women that he had just been admiring in the aerobics studio were chatting by their lockers and stripping off their dancewear, nonchalantly. They gave him an occasional bored glance as he mopped up around them. One by one, the ladies started pulling down the straps of their leotards to reveal their sweaty breasts. There were hardbodies in all directions comparing boobs and butts and stomachs and talking about their workout progress. Some of them were admiring their nude bodies in the mirrors and others were bending over to stretch their legs. "Tough class today." "I'm so sore." "Heather, did you shave your pussy?" "Just below the bush. I'm mean, who goes completely hairless? Can you imagine?" "That would be totally weird." Lucas' heart thumped and his shorts tented out in front of him as he listened in. "Who's the new mop boy, Joe?" Donna asked. She pulled down her leotard to reveal the biggest pair of tits in the room. Lucas was hypnotized by her rosy nipples which swayed left and right like pendulums as she reached up to pull out her hair scrunchie. "That's my nephew. Hands off, ladies. I need him focused on work. I got enough problems around here without havin' to replace another mop boy." Lucas didn't even realize his uncle was also in the locker room until that exchange. He turned to see that Joe was sitting at a desk in the corner of the room, wearing a visor and running some numbers on a calculator with paper roll attached to it. "What are you lookin' at? Get back to work." In the shower room, Linda was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with a couple of other women. They passed around a bar of soap and lathered up their breasts excessively. A river of water cascaded over the lineup of butts. Linda rinsed off and stepped out of the shower to get Joe's attention. "Joe, where are all the clean towels?" "You heard her, kid. Get her a fuckin' towel for Pete's sake!" Lucas scrambled over to the shower room with a pile of towels and slipped on the wet floor, crashing at Linda's feet. The whole locker room erupted with laughter. Linda towered over Lucas with hands on her hips. Her breasts and bush were right in his face. Lucas was in awe of her sculpted, yet curvaceous body. The beads of moisture on her chest. Her erect nipples. The slit of her pussy. He mentally logged the image for a lifetime of future masturbation sessions. "Smooth move," Linda said with a giggle. She grabbed a towel from Lucas and covered her breasts. "That was a smooth move alright. Right to the unemployment line," Joe scolded. "Don't have a cow, Joe. It's his first day. He'll get the hang of it," Linda said in Lucas' defense. "And of _that_," she added, looking down at his tented shorts. She gave Lucas a wink and walked off to her locker, showing her butt to him. "Can't you see that we are sweating buckets over here? Bring us some towels!" Donna yelled over to Lucas, jealous that Linda was hogging the new mop boy's attention. Lucas rushed over to Donna and her friends with a pile of towels. They had finished peeling off their leotards and were standing around almost completely naked, save for their headbands, leg warmers, and sneakers. Some of them were still stretching and bending over to touch their toes. Their tan bodies were glistening with sweat. Lucas stood petrified as the women surrounded him. He held the pile of towels in front of his shorts to hide his boner and watched in suspense as towel after towel was pulled out of the pile. In the meanwhile, Joe had a chat with Linda at her locker while she changed into a pair of leggings and a jean skirt. "How is that Aerobathon routine comin' along?" Joe asked. "This is the big one. Winner take all. And by all, I'm talkin' about the golden leotard." "I'm a little nervous about being on TV," Linda confessed. "I've practiced my routine so many times, I think I'm going mental. This whole month has been nothing but practice and protein, just like you said." "It's gonna pay off. After your stunning debut, the whole city is going to be talking about Luscious Linda, the Aerobics Machine," Joe assured her. "Check it out, girls! He totally has a boner!" Donna announced in the background. "What's the matter, Mop Boy? Haven't you seen a pair of tits before?" "More like thirty pairs," Heather corrected. "Come on girls, don't be shy. Show him your boobs!" "And your butts!" "Maybe he'll cum his pants?" Linda observed the situation that was transpiring just over Joe's shoulder. She watched the women crowd around helpless Lucas while Joe spewed out his motivational mumbo jumbo to her. Joe started in on one of his long stories about the good old days at the gym, back when he trained prize fighters instead of Aerobathon contestants... "Should we put him out of misery?" one of the girls asked. "Yeah. Pull down his shorts!" "Let's have a look at his penis!" A group of women with fully and half removed dancewear pried at his waistband. They pulled down his shorts and underwear and his impressive erection bobbed in front of their faces. Lucas was in a daze of arousal and embarrassment as a whole locker room full of women admired his hard dick and tightened scrotum. "Are you sure this is okay? It's my first day on the job," Lucas reminded them. "What better way to start it off _new_ job than with a _hand_ job, right girls?" Donna suggested. "Sure." "Why not?" "Shouldn't take long." "Sounds like fun!" "Anyone have an extra pair of wrist sweatbands?" Lucas was hopelessly outnumbered. The crowd of girls swarmed around him and their boisterous comments grew louder. "Stroke it!" "Jack him off!" "Play with his balls!" "Is there any room for us?" "Can I have a turn?" "How many times do you think we can make this dweeb cum?" Donna kneeled in front of him and grabbed him by the shaft. Her friend, Heather, massaged his scrotum. All of the women reached in like they were fighting for control of an arcade joystick. Lucas groaned in pleasure as the group of giggling girls played with his genitals and argued about the best techniques for coaxing a big sticky load out if him. "That is a nice cock." "Not bad, for a total dweeb." "Why is everyone calling me a dweeb?" Lucas asked. "I played high school football and I have a black belt in taekwondo. Is it the glasses?" "Shut up, dweeb!" "Yeah. Less talking, more cumming!" "You can cum on my face. I'm about to hit the shower anyway," Donna offered. "Me too. My dermatologist recommended daily facials," Heather added with a shrug. Back at Linda's locker, Joe was still going on and on with one of his boxing stories. Linda could see that Lucas was fully de-pantsed in the background and that the nearby women were competing for a chance to play with his dick and balls. Some of the girls were watching the group handjob from their lockers and laughing, but the majority had crowded in to participate. Lucas groaned in pleasure as the women took turns stroking his dick and fondling his balls. With each jerking motion he watched in awe as their natural tits jiggled. Some the girls were bottomless, some topless, some fully nude. The boobs, butts, and bush on display were overwhelming. His eyes were going googly beneath his glasses. "Get ready. I think he's going to cum!" Donna announced. She stroked his shaft in front of the excited faces of her friends, anxious to see how much jizz she could make him squirt out of his dickhole. Lucas couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated into the crowd of pretty faces and fluffy hairdos. His first big spurt of semen landed on the bridge of Donna's nose. Her friends pushed their way in and laughed in surprise as huge sprays of spooge splattered their faces and chests. Linda watched the voluminous cumshot in shock while Joe continued to blather at her. He was still talking about some old boxing match, but she was really listening in on the girls in the background. "So much spooge!" "Huge load!" "Did anyone get it in their hair?" "Nope, just my forehead." "Got some on my nose." "You should rub it into your skin, like this." "Let's go again! I double dare you to suck it." "I triple dare you." "I will!" "Me too!" "Me three!" "I don't say this to all of the girls, Linda, but you've got the right stuff. You are going to be a serious Aerobathon contender. Maybe even the best," Joe said, drawing Linda's attention from the debauchery. "Oh, Joe, thank you so much. You are the best trainer a girl could ask for. I don't know what I would have done without this aerobics instructor job. I'd still be out in the streets. You're the only family I got." Linda gave Joe a big hug and she peeked back at the action across the room. Lucas was getting a deepthroat blowjob from Donna while her friends cheered her on. Donna fit Lucas' entire cock into her throat and two of her friends crammed in beside her to lick his balls. "You know," Joe began, with a sentimental sniffle. "You're like the daughter I never had. A daughter with a great set of cans. Linda? Linda? Are you listening?" "Ah, of course. Great cans," she repeated, looking over his shoulder at what was turning into an all-out aerobics class blowbang. The girls were taking turns with Lucas' cock and filling the locker room with sloppy blowjob sounds. "I'm pouring my fuckin' guts out over here and you're a million miles away. What's going on?" Joe asked, turning towards the scene behind him. "What in the holy fuck—" Donna and her friends had their mouths all over Lucas' manhood, throating his cock and slurping on his sack as a team. Lucas groaned in ecstasy as the women milked him for a second payload. Donna stroked his cock and watched with satisfaction as it erupted like a volcano. Semen rained down on a crowd of excited faces. The women caught his seed on their extended tongues and received artful cum splatters on their foreheads and in the bangs of their hair. "What the hell is going on over here? I turn my back for five seconds!" Joe yelled. "We need our protein, Joe. Remember?" Donna joked. "Hit the showers, will ya? I need to close up sometime this century." "Okay, Joe!" the girls agreed. They kicked off their shoes and legwarmers and rushed into the shower together. The locker room filled with steam and the sounds of splashing water and laughing women. Joe pulled off his visor and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Aye yai yai. You girls are going to be the death of Ol' Joe." He redirected to Lucas. "You! Get your ass over here!" Lucas scrambled to pull up his shorts and approached Joe and Linda, still delirious from the hottest sexual encounter of his life. "You want to screw around during work hours? You can screw around with me. Put 'em up!" Joe raised his fists and Lucas reluctantly did the same. Linda stood aside and watched the men get into sparring position with her best poker face. Joe threw the first punch, stopping an inch short of Lucas' nose and causing him to flinch so hard that he nearly fell on his ass. "Bah, ha, ha, ha!" Joe burst out with a heavy gut laugh. "What do you think I am, some kinda monster?" Linda giggled at Lucas' stupefied reaction and naked women flooded out of the shower room to join in on the laughter. "Welcome to the Action Aerobics family," Joe said to Lucas with a pat on the shoulder. "Ah… thanks," Lucas replied. "Now, mop all that fucking jizz off the floor." **** Later that evening, after everyone else had cleared out of the gym, Joe and Linda stayed back to review her practice tapes ahead of the big televised event. Joe wheeled the TV cart into the studio and proceeded to lecture her on a strategy for winning the Aerobathon. "Are you watchin', Linda? See that V step?" Joe asked, pausing the video tape at the precise moment her foot touched the step platform. "Your landing is still a little too soft. You gotta pound the landing and get some jiggle going up top for the cameras. Always pound the landing." "Got it. Pound the landing. Jiggle the tits. I've already watched the video a zillion times, Joe." "Okay, okay. I'm just tellin' ya, it ain't all about the athleticism. The judges are scoring on choreography and overall foxiness." "Speaking of choreography, do you have my dance music?" "You bet your buns I do," Joe assured her, holding up a cassette labeled 'Luscious Linda.' "When the time comes, I'm gonna bring your cassette over to the sound booth and personally hand it to that TV station jagoff. I'm not leaving anything to chance on your big night. Let Ol' Joe handle the details. You just keep your focus on moving those hips, pushing out that chest, and aiming that sweet honey pot directly at the camera." "Got it, Joe. And pound the landing." "Pound it like a fucking Veal Scaloppini," Joe insisted. He pushed the stop button on the VCR. "Alright, let's close up and get outta here. Go ahead without me. I gotta take a leak." **** Joe was shaking out the last few drops in the toilet when heard a loud knocking on the gym door. "Hold on!" Joe yelled, scrambling to zip his fly and make his way to the door. "Can't you see we're closed, asshole?" Joe pulled open the door to find himself face-to-face with Striker, the infamous eye-patched assassin. Joe looked down to see an Uzi submachine gun with a noise suppressor poking out from Striker's trench coat. The dreadful sound of a deep, oscillating, synthesizers scored the scene. "Hey, numb nuts, you got the wrong place. The psych ward is a few miles that way." "I got the right place," Striker assured him said in a deep, gravelly voice. He stepped forward, pulling the door shut behind him. "I have a message for you from the boss." Joe spat out his toothpick at Striker's feet. "Oh Yeah? Well, I got a message for him too. Two words, starts with an F." Striker fired a round into Joe's foot. "Ahhg!" Joe cried out. He crashed to the floor and the 'Luscious Linda' cassette tape slid across the tile. "Hurts, don't it?" "I had worse in 'Nam," Joe replied, gritting his teeth and putting pressure on his shoe to hold back the bleeding. Striker walked over to the VCR to eject Linda's practice tape. He put in a tape of his own and pressed the play button. The grey squiggly lines on the TV gradually focused as the VCR auto-tracking kicked in. A handsome, white-haired man in a suit sat behind his desk. The twins from the flower delivery truck stood at his side, wearing shiny sequin dresses. One of them leaned in to light his cigarette. "Hello, Joe. This is a pre-recorded video tape. Wave of the future," billionaire auto tycoon Frank Cox explained. He took a nice long drag of his cigarette and blew smoke at the camera. "I'm going to keep this short and sweet. As you know, the time to pay up has come and gone. You know the rules. If you can't pay, then I'm going to take something instead. I'll give you a clue. Tight leotard, long legs, big hair, and an even bigger rack." "One, she ain't mine to give. Two, you morons are going to be sorry. You picked the wrong fucking broad!" "He can't hear you. Shut up and watch," Striker said, tapping the glass TV screen with his gun. "I want you to know that your star aerobics instructor going to be okay," Frank continued. "We aren't going to kill her. We've got something very special planned. I don't want to spoil the surprise." Joe fought past his paralyzing anger and came to his senses. He remembered the compact snub-nose revolver that he tucked into his back of his pants every night before heading the parking lot. He slowly moved his hand towards the gun. "Maybe they'll put up a memorial plaque in the gym for you?" Frank teased him from the TV set. "Joseph Pennino. 1928 to 1985. Mediocre trainer, degenerate low-life, and he passed away without a penny in his pocket. It's been fun, Joe. When you get to hell, tell them Cox Enterprises sent you." "Hey now, let's be reasonable," Joe begged Striker. "Your boss has a beef with me. Just me, you understand? Leave the girl out of this. I'm asking you, man to man. You gotta give me a final request." Joe knew his pleas were useless. He was stalling for time. He dug into the back of his pants to feel the gun handle in his grasp. "I wouldn't try that if I were you. Give me your piece," Striker demanded, pressing the stop button on the VCR. "Why don't you come over here and get it, one-eye?" Joe could feel his finger on the trigger and braced himself for the moment of truth. "Hey, speaking of the eye patch," Joe taunted. "I gotta ask—how's your aim?" Joe whipped out his gun and the 'pew' sound of a silenced gunshot reverberated through the room. A bullet hit Joe right between eyes and cracked the mirror on the wall behind his head. Joe's body collapsed to the floor with his gun still clenched in his hand. "I aim… to please," Striker replied. Striker rewound the tape in the VCR. He changed the channel to MTV and pressed the record button, ensuring that the incriminating videotape of his boss' threats would be nothing but a recording of the latest White Serpent music video. Striker pulled out a cellphone the size of a hair dryer and dialed a number. "Message delivered. The gym is clear. Estrado and Spider are picking up the girl as we speak." The cell phone exploded in Striker's hand. He growled in pain as the hot plastic and metal bits stabbed into his hand and cheek. "Go use a phone booth like everyone else!" Joe taunted from the floor, pointing a smoking revolver. Striker squeezed the trigger of his Uzi and an explosion of bullets pulverized poor Ol' Joe's body. Striker emptied out the entire magazine just to be sure and rained a shower of shell casings onto the floor. "That oughta do it," Joe conceded, coughing up some blood. With his last ounce of strength he looked up at the TV to see a hair metal band rocking out to a montage of busty bikini models. "I'm going to die the way I lived. Ogling cans," Joe declared with his last breath. Striker rolled a pair of grenades across the floor and walked out of the gym. He lit up a cigar and didn't so much as flinch when the fiery explosion engulfed the gym and the window glass exploded into the parking lot. _Meanwhile, several minutes earlier…_ "Good night, Joe!" Linda called out towards the bathroom as she exited the gym. Linda walked her bike through the parking lot. It was eerily quiet for a Friday night. Traffic was dead. All the neighboring storefronts were shuttered and locked. The only light was coming from a flickering street lamp and the distant Motor City skyline, a spectacular view from an otherwise crummy, crime-ridden part of town. Linda couldn't help but notice a suspicious looking man with an eyepatch, smoking a cigar on the nearby sidewalk. He was wearing military style boots and a long black trench coat. She could feel Striker's eye fixated on her as she walked her bike past him. He looked big enough to be a bodybuilder. Maybe he's here to check out the gym? Linda figured. She mounted her bike and another man came out of nowhere to the grab it by the handlebars. "Buenas noches, señorita. Don't you know it's dangerous to bike at night?" Estrado asked in a Latino accent of the Central American variety. "It's going to be dangerous for you, if you don't get lost," Linda replied, looking Estrado over to size him up. He had mustache and wore flashy chainmail vest that showed off his bulging muscles. The scars on his arms alone told the tale of a hundred knife fights. "Why don't you hop off the bike and come with me? Let's do this the easy way," Estrado offered. "Nah. Let's do it the hard way," a voice startled her from behind. It was Estrado's accomplice, Spider. He had a flat top hairdo and wore a red leather jacket with fingerless black gloves. "You creeps must be with him?" Linda asked. She looked over her shoulder to see that Striker had disappeared into the gym. "What do you want?" Linda asked. "I don't have any money." Estrado pulled out a butterfly knife and flipped it open in a grandiose fashion. The knife was one of many that were holstered into his custom leather belt. "We want… you," Estrado said, pointing at her with a smile. Linda froze up in fear. She was still straddling her bicycle as the men moved in on her. Spider's hands crept up to her shoulders. She ignored the panicked heartbeat that pounded under her chest and kept her cool. "So you guys are looking for some two-on-one action?" Linda asked them. "I could be into that. For the right price." Spider laughed maniacally and Estrado pretended to ponder the offer. "What do you say, mi amigo?" Estrado asked Spider. "I say this babe is wild. I'm about to push it. Push it real good," Spider replied. His hands were inching up to her neck. "I'm a wild babe alright," Linda assured them. "Can you do me a favor? I need your honest opinion." "I will always give it to you straight," Estrado humored her. "Do you think my boobs are too big for TV?" Linda asked. She lifted up her shirt and waited for Estrado to glance down. She kneed him as hard as she could in the nuts and he doubled over in pain. He dropped his knife on the sidewalk and blurted a stream of curses in Spanish. Spider put Linda in a chokehold and she gasped for air, clawing at his hands. Linda instantly felt light headed and her vision faded as Spider increased the pressure on her throat. "Easy, baby. Relax. We're not supposed to rough you up. Just let yourself go to sleepy town," Spider whispered in her ear. Linda's adrenaline kicked in. She put all of her weight on one of the bike pedals and pulled up on her handlebars, causing the bike to flip backwards. Spider and Linda hit the pavement together and she elbowed him three times in the face, smashing the back of his head against the concrete and breaking his nose. "You like it rough?!" Spider yelled, bleeding from the nostrils. "Let's get rough!" Spider grabbed onto a legwarmer as Linda tried to run away. A huge explosion echoed in the distance, knocking Linda to the ground. The blast set off a chorus car alarms and the street lit up like daylight from the flames. Linda and her attackers couldn't help but pause their struggle to look over at the smoldering gym inferno. "Joe!" Linda yelled out. She was devastated to see the gym in flames. She forgot all about the men that were assaulting her and watched in stunned silence for a moment. Striker's silhouette appeared in front burning building. He walked in Linda's direction and loaded a fresh 25-bullett magazine into his Uzi. Linda hopped to her feet. She stomped on Spider's forearm until he let go of her legwarmer. He tried to get up and was met with a hard kick to the gut, collapsing him back onto the pavement. Estrado lunged at her with his knife and she swung her forearm into his, knocking his blade to the side. She kicked her leg as high and hard as she could, crushing it against Estrado's face and sending him stumbling back to the ground. With Striker closing in on her, Linda took off running. "Help! Help!" Linda screamed as she sprinted down the street. Linda was cut off by a delivery van that flew out of the alley and squealed into a stop in front of her. She turned back to see Striker aiming his Uzi. He squeezed the trigger and unleashed a spray off bullets, blasting holes in the side of the van. A round collided with Linda's shoulder. The impact bounced her off of the van to ground and she banged her head on the concrete. Striker approached casually, entertained by the sight of Linda trying to crawl away on her hands and knees. Every movement shot a jolt of paralyzing pain through her shoulder. Warm blood poured down her arm. Striker kicked her in the ribs and knocked her onto her back. The other men gathered around and looked down at Linda, relieved to see her sprawled out onto the pavement. She didn't have any fight left to offer them. "Tough day at the office?" Striker asked his goons, amused at their injuries. "Somehow you forgot to tell us that she trained with Chuck-fucking-Norris!" Spider shot back. "You're lucky they want you alive," Estrado taunted Linda. He flipped his knife blade back into the handle and stuffed it into his belt. Linda looked up at the men and burned the image of their ugly faces into the deepest recesses of her memory. They each grabbed a limb and tossed her into the back of the van where a doctor in a lab coat was waiting. With victim in tow, the van sped off down the street just before a team of fire trucks descended on the burning gym. "You trigger-happy morons almost got me killed!" the doctor scolded them from the back of the van. "She's going into shock! This is going is take a miracle! I told you I needed her unharmed!" The doctor stuck Linda in the arm with a needle and everything went fuzzy. Linda's last recollection was Striker taking a puff of his cigar and looking into her eyes as he replied. "You're a doctor. Fix her." CH. 02 **00:16:09** "Tonight on Cox News, it looks like an old favorite is poised to return. The

Cadre-Cola Corporation announced that it is going to pull all remaining New Cola off of store shelves, due to poor sales. You'll never guess what they are going to replace it with." The camera cut to Brent's co-anchor, Marcy, a woman with boxy shoulder pads and a blonde lady-mullet. "Also in business news, is a Japanese electronic video game system poised to take the US market by storm? One analyst says 'Yes'." "But first, our top story," Brent redirected. "We have an update on the tragic Action Aerobics dance studio fire. According to county medical examiner, owner Joe Pennino is now believed to have died from smoke inhalation, a fatal result of a natural gas explosion. In addition, aerobics instructor Linda Lockhart is also presumed dead, as she was last seen at the gym on that fateful night. This unfortunate accident, along with a similar accident at auto union boss Jack Rourke's house, marks the second natural gas explosion in two weeks." "The Motor City Consolidated Gas Company sure has some explaining to do," Marcy said with a chuckle. "They certainly do," Brent agreed. "The company hasn't issued an official statement, but sources say we can expect a resignation from their CEO by the end of the week." "Tough break." "That's life in Motor City for you." "Up next, after the commercial break. We may be getting an adorable new addition to the Motor City Zoo… but does he have the necessary Koala- fications?" _Click._ "Time for truth or dare!" a teenage girl announced to her friends. A tiny red laser dot appeared on her forehead. "Take that, commie scum!" her little brother yelled, ambushing his sister's slumber party and firing a big plastic gun. The gun barrel lit up with a colorful display of flashing lights and the girls screamed and ran around the room. "New from ToyCo, the Incredi-Laser Dual-Action Commie-Blaster! Squeeze the trigger to see a radical light show! Target your enemies with the patented Incredi-Laser sight system! Shoot foam grenades with the grenade launcher attachment... sold separately." "Mom! Tommy is laser-blasting all of my friends!" "Well, are they commies or not?" Mom asked. Everyone laughed until they noticed Tommy had aimed the laser sight at his Mom's forehead. "Mom, about that bedtime—" _Click._ "...the Cox Enterprises unprecedented expansion beyond the auto industry is the just beginning," the narrator explained, over a montage of smiling businessmen in hardhats, looking at blueprints and shaking hands. "Nuclear power. Advanced robotics. Bioengineering. Research and development for military technology. But you don't have to take our word for it…" "Hello. I'm Frank Cox, CEO of Cox Enterprises. As a business leader, I have already brought the future to Motor City's doorstep. This November, I'm asking for your vote for Mayor." Frank sat behind his desk and pretended to sign some paperwork. His secretary walked off screen with the documents and he stood up to stroll casually towards the camera. "As your mayor, I'm going to expand industry like you've never seen. That means jobs, infrastructure, new housing, and safe streets. Motor City is going to be an unparalleled urban paradise. A city where you can live, work, and aerobicise in peace. That's because a vote for Cox is a vote for law and order. It's a vote for the future. This November, vote for the future. Vote for Cox." _Click._ "Haaalll!" Cindy groaned her husband's name in a pouty tone. "What?" "Are you just going to sit there and look at your magazine? Can't you see that I put on my best teddy?" "A Teddy?! Where?! I think I'm supposed to play dead," Hal replied, causing the studio audience to erupt with laughter. Hal flipped to the next page of his Busties magazine. "Why are you looking at boobs in a magazine when you've got the biggest pair right here in front of you?!" _Click._ "I was watching that!" Estrado yelled at Spider. "We're supposed to be watching _that_," Spider reminded him. Spider pointed his AK-47 towards Linda's nude body on the operating table, just behind the one-way mirror. She was covered in tiny suction cup sensors, connecting her to machines that filled the room with beeping noises. Estrado reached for the TV channel-changer dial and flipped it back to his favorite TV show. "I took off the teddy. Can we please have sex now?" Cindy begged her husband. "Mom, I'm sitting right here!" her son reminded her. "Bah, ha, ha, ha!" Estrado laughed out loud, along with the TV audience. "Why does he not have sex with his wife already? She is what we call Mamacita!" "You're asking the wrong guy. I will fuck just about anything that"—Spider glanced through the one-way mirror to see that the operating table was empty—"What the—" Linda burst through the mirror, spraying broken glass across the room. She collided with Spider, bouncing his body off of the brick wall like a ping-pong ball. "She's awake!" Estrado yelled, scrambling for his gun. Estrado was hit with a hard kick to face that came seemingly out of nowhere. He flew across the room and crashed into a pile of medical equipment. Spider stood up in a daze, holding his AK-47. "Where the fuck did she go?!" Linda popped up behind Spider and did a front flip, landing her thighs on his shoulders. She put him in a headlock between her legs and he suffocated under her grasp. Spider fell to his knees and dropped his gun, making awful gurgling noises. Estrado fetched his Uzi and tried to hone in his aim on Linda. "Hold still, god dammit!" Estrado yelled at Spider. The irises of Linda's eyes lit up in a neon pink glow. "Go to sleepy town," Linda said to Spider. She rotated her hips and snapped his neck. Spider fell lifelessly to the floor and Linda backflipped over to the door, crushing it open with a single kick. Estrado fired his Uzi around the room, yelling like a maniac and emptying out an entire magazine of bullets. The room was filled with smoke and debris from the bullet-ridden walls. Linda was nowhere in sight. Estrado ran into the hallway and dropped his jaw when he saw the pile of dead guards. Their bodies were scattered across the floor like a tornado had just blown through the building. He could hear the faint sounds of screams and cracking bones in the distance. Estrado rushed back into the lab to grab the telephone. "Doctor, you need to get down here now! We got a problem! What kind of a problem?! Your aerobics instructor just went for a fucking jog!" Estrado looked down at Spider's body on the floor and noticed that his trademark jacket was missing. **** "Nice jacket!" "Damn!" "Hey, hot stuff!" "Aye Carumba!" Linda heard a barrage of cat calls as she walked down a street in nothing but a red leather jacket. It was after midnight in the warehouse district and the city was alive with pimps and working girls and flamboyantly dressed street gangs. The stocking and garter-clad prostitutes rolled their eyes in annoyance as Linda walked by them. Her naked ass and bush were on full display and her cleavage was bouncing under the partially unzipped jacket. She was distracting all of their potential Johns. "Crazy slut." "Who does she think she is?" "She isn't going to last a minute out here." Linda was in a daze as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She had been running on pure instinct. Or was it programming? She had just killed her way out of hidden lab inside of an abandoned factory with no recollection of who she was or how she got there. There was something oddly satisfying in all of the bone crunching. The cries of pain. Thud of lifeless bodies as they hit the floor. "Find your own corner, bitch!" one of the hookers threatened, getting in Linda's face. Linda looked back at the prostitute calmly and noticed a red target flashing around her head. "Are you stupid or something? I said get lost!" The hooker pressed the tip of her cigarette against Linda's collar bone. For nearly a minute the burning ember rested against Linda's skin, failing to leave so much as a mark. Linda grabbed the hooker by the throat and lifted her into the air. She noticed that a gang of men was approaching so she tossed woman at them, knocking them all down to the sidewalk like bowling pins. "Whoa!" all of the onlookers blurted. Linda's unexpected show of strength stopped every predatory creep on the streets dead in their tracks. Linda walked over to prostitute and looked her in the eyes. The woman looked back up at Linda, trembling in fear. Linda pulled off her shoes and stepped into them. She continued to down the street, attracting even more attention with her new footwear. "Want to have some fun?" a mysterious man asked Linda. The man had been admiring her from a red Pontiac Trans Am, parked halfway up on the sidewalk. He had a white karate headband tied around his shaggy mullet. "Want to have some fun?" Linda repeated his phrase back to him. Linda admired the man's toned arms and his open vest that showed off his ripped pecs. A digital target circled his face, flashing in yellow. "Potential threat," Linda said. "I'm no threat, baby. I swear. Besides, you can take care of yourself," he said, nodding towards the pile of bruised and unconscious bodies on the sidewalk. "Why don't you climb aboard? We'll go somewhere quiet. Hurry up," he insisted, pushing open the driver side door. "It ain't safe for you out here." Linda climbed into the Trans Am and the car tires squealed as it off down the street. "The name is Rico," he introduced himself. Rico lit up a smoke and sped through a red light, causing the other cars to slam their brakes and skid off onto the sidewalk. "You are one wild babe. Do you have a name?" "I am one wild babe," Linda repeated. "Okay, baby. You don't have to tell me your name. If you're game, I got friends waiting down the street. We all chipped in." "Chipped in?" "Yeah, we pooled our money for some poon-tang. What's your price?" The jumble of words were starting to make more sense to Linda. She remembered "price". She remembered "poon-tang". She remembered the feeling that she would get when she sat next to a strong man in a fast car. This time the sexual urges were more intense. Overwhelming. She looked down at the leather seat and saw a puddle of her juices glistening between her legs and reflecting all of the passing city lights. "No price," Linda said. "I just want to have fun." "Well, that is what they say about girls," Rico said with a shrug. "Can I sample the merchandise?" he asked, glancing down at her lap. "Yes," Linda replied. She didn't think twice about spreading her legs for him. It excited her almost much as the thought of cracking his neck, should she need to. Rico reached into Linda's lap and she gasped in pleasure at his first touch. He massaged Linda's swollen labia, enjoying the steady flow of juices. He stepped on the gas and sped recklessly through traffic as she moaned and squirmed at his side. "Damn, baby. You like this?" "I like this," Linda assured him, closing her eyes to focus on the intense, throbbing pleasure. Rico stroked her clit and took a drag of his cigarette, allowing the car to drift off into the opposing lane of traffic. Linda could barely handle the orgasmic waves that coursed through her body. Her thighs quivered and her stomach muscles clenched as the intense contractions overwhelmed her. Vehicles were skidding off the road to avoid collision with the Trans Am. Rico grabbed the wheel and turned back into the right lane while Linda caught her breath and calmed her shaking thighs. "You sure got a short fuse. Are you game for more?" "Much more," Linda assured him. "Well, today is your lucky day. My guys are all dying to bust a nut or two." Rico cranked the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes, skidding the car sideways to a dramatic halt. They were in a parking lot next to a boarded up brick building. A dim security light hung off the back of the building and cast a warm glow over the concrete. A group of street punks came out of nowhere and approached the car, all of them shirtless and showing off their muscles. They were all wearing the same white bandana as Rico. "Meet the rest of my crew. We're the Motor City Miyagis." Linda surveyed the comically diverse street gang. There were black guys, white guys, Asian guys, Mexican guys, and even a Scottish guy, for some reason. "What is a Miyagi?" Linda asked. "Ain't you seen The Karate Kid?" a gang member asked her. "We're all experts in Karate." "And break dancing." "And nunchucking." "And that ain't all," Rico added with a wink. He escorted Linda out of the car and the men dropped their jaws in surprise at the fact that she was naked from the waist down. "Hey man, you get started without us?" "That's wack!" "You gotta share. It's the Miyagi way!" "Aye. It looks like he's had a bit of fun with the wee lass!" "Enough!" Rico silenced his crew. "I found her like this. This babe is just ready to go, that's all." Rico helped Linda out of her leather jacket and the men ogled her breasts. "You found her like this?" "That's pretty spooky man." "I like 'em spooky," one of the guys countered. Linda looked out at the group of over twenty men and saw flashing yellow targets on all of their heads. Rico stood behind her and squeezed her tits, causing her to moan in pleasure. "Don't worry, baby. I won't let these animals get out of line. We just want to have some fun is all," Rico assured her. Rico's cock throbbed beneath his jeans as he pressed against Linda's ass. She felt strong sexual vibrations pulsing through her entire body as Rico played with her nipples and kissed her on the neck. "She's ready to go alright," a gang member confirmed, reaching between her legs. He ran a hand up her thigh and her juices trickled over his fingers. The gang crowded around her and helped themselves to a feel. Linda had hot breath on her skin and tough hands working over her tits and her butt. She gasped in surprise as wet fingers pushed their way inside her vagina and her asshole. The men in front of her dropped their pants and stroked their hard cocks. Linda looked out into a crowd of tempting erections. She grabbed two dicks like ski poles, stroking them and admiring their impressive girth. She was pushed down onto her knees and a crowd of hard cocks surrounded her head. They rubbed their dicks against her face and slapped her on the forehead. The precum was oozing from the heads of their cocks and the smell flooded her nostrils, driving her wild with lust. Rico pushed his way in front to be the first one to claim her mouth. Linda watched in suspense as Rico unzipped his jeans and pulled out a huge veiny cock. She opened wide and allowed her throat to get stuffed. The fingers continued to penetrate her from behind and release a trickle of liquid down her legs while she sucked Rico's dick. She felt the thick, swollen head of his cock pushing all the way into the back of her throat. Rico held onto Linda's hair and shoved his cock into her throat over and over again, surprised at how unfazed she was. He fucked her face for as long as he could handle it and groaned in pleasure as he climaxed. He shot a big hot load down her throat and pulled out to splatter the last few spurts across her face. Linda slurped up every last drop from the head of his penis. The other men took their turn, shoving their meat in Linda's mouth and groaning in pleasure as her throat-spit flowed down their shafts and onto their scrotums. "Damn, you are balls deep, brother!" "I think she likes it." "She doesn't like it. She loves it!" While the men in front took turns throat-fucking her, Linda could feel the pressure of Rico's girthy cock head pushing into her pussy from behind. The irises of Linda's eyes started to glow with increasing intensity. The throbbing pleasure was kicking her into hypermode. "Check out those eyes." "Rico, you picked up a fucking alien, man." "Nah, those are just some freaky contacts," Rico assured them. "Like that Thriller video." She reached out for hard dicks and throated them one after another. The men quickly forgot their concerns and groaned in pleasure as she worked over their cocks like a machine. Everyone had her throat spit dangling off of their erections. Linda brought the next guy to orgasm by sucking on his balls and jerking his dick over her face. He ejaculated onto Linda's forehead. She enjoyed the feel of warm semen trickling down to the bridge of her nose and dangling off of her eyebrows. The rest of the men spewed their loads soon after, covering Linda's face in a spider web of semen. Rico groaned from behind and Linda felt hot spurts of cum coating her womb. Rico pulled out and let the rest of his men have their turn. Linda leaned into the men behind her, encouraging them to pound into her with all of their strength. In addition to the cock in her pussy, she felt another cock spreading her tight asshole and she gasped in surprise. They fucked her aggressively in her ass and pussy, causing droplets of semen to fall from her face and splatter onto the parking lot pavement. Linda felt them spurting their hot loads inside of her only to be replaced by the next guys in rotation. The men that weren't fucking her jacked off on the sidelines and approached as they neared orgasm, glazing her with jizz. The Miyagis couldn't get enough of their new fuck toy. They crowded around both sides, fucking her ass and pussy and throat as many times as they wanted. They shot load after load all over her face and tits and ass. "Damn, Rico. Where the hell did you find this one?" "She got a sister?" "—or a mother?" "Oh fuck, I'm gonna nut on her face again." "I'm going to fill up that pussy." "I'm gonna cum in her ass! Ahhhh, fuuuuck!" Linda was covered head to toe in semen and it poured out of every hole. She stroked their cocks back to a full mast, even after they came twice. "I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'm good," one of the guys insisted. Linda's eyes glowed with intensity and she grabbed his dick. Her hand vibrated in a rapid rhythm and the poor guy watched in amazement as she jerked the life right back into his tired cock. "Ohhh shiiiit!" he yelled. His voice vibrated like he was sitting on a washing machine during a spin cycle. His load splattered onto Linda's face. She stuck out her tongue to catch a flood of semen as it dripped down from her nose and onto her lips. She reached out for more cocks and found them pulling away from her. "Fuck this, I'm outta here!" "Me too, man! "Bitch is gonna fuck us to death!" "I got kids to feed!" One by one, the Miyagis scattered across the parking lot to escape Linda. The sound of an approaching helicopter startled everyone and they were temporarily blinded by a spotlight. The men scrambled to pull up their pants as an onslaught of headlights approached. They were surrounded. Vehicles screeched to a halt around the perimeter. Striker was at the head of the group. He dismounted his motorcycle and raised an arm to signal his team of mercenaries into formation. Rico popped open the trunk of his Trans Am and blew through his fingers to make a high-pitched whistling noise. "Miyagis, mount up!" The Miyagis bum-rushed the Trans Am, pulling out a huge stash of wooden bo staffs, steel sais, and chrome-studded nunchucks. Linda was still on all fours, struggling to scan all of the incoming vehicles through the semen that was dripping down over her eyelids. "Stand down or there will be trouble," Striker warned the Miyagis. "Oh yeah? You're the ones who are gonna have trouble, pal!" Rico warned as his men lined up behind him. "No one comes on Miyagi turf and tells us what to do!" "We just want the girl. Everyone else is free to go," Striker offered. "No deal! We found her first!" Rico replied. "Don't worry, baby," he assured Linda. "We ain't going to hand you over without a fight." Rico heard the sounds of sharp metal objects whizzing past his ears and raised his nunchucks in defense. "Ahrg!" the Scottish guy yelled out, pulling a ninja star out of his forearm. A wave of ninja stars flew through the parking lot and the Miyagis crouched down. They blocked the attack with their weapons, knocking what they could to the ground. Some of the razor sharp stars were left embedded in the wooden staffs and nunchucks to be used in the counter attack. "Charge!" Rico commanded. The Miyagis ran forward to face an unknown enemy. Men dressed up in ninja suits flipped around in circles, downing Miyagi after Miyagi with kicks to the head and ninja stars to the chest. The sounds of fists colliding with faces and swords clashing with sais echoed through the parking lot. "Fight to the last man!" Rico commanded. One of the Miyagi's shoved his sai into a ninja's throat, spraying a geyser of blood into the air. Another Miyagi planted his staff on the ground and flipped over a group of attacking ninjas only to land chest first into the business end of a katana sword. A swarm of ninja's descended on Rico. He cracked their skulls with his nun- chucks and sent them crashing to the pavement. Each ninja he clobbered was quickly replaced with two more until he was completely overwhelmed and buried in a pile of cheap, black polyester. "Get out of here!" Rico yelled out to Linda as his face disappeared under the pile up. Linda wiped her eyelids and her targeting system managed to cut through the carnage of the battle. She focused in on Striker. The face was familiar to her. The spiky blonde buzz cut. The eye patch. The jaw, chiseled from stone. She was flooded with anger, yet there was no red target indicating danger. There was no target at all. With Striker's ninjas distracted by the Miyagis, Linda darted over to the nearby building in her heels and jumped on top of a dumpster. She reached for the brick wall and felt her hand suction against securely. She climbed up the wall, amazed at the way her hands stuck to the brick on impact. Striker saw her scaling the building and honed his aim. A barrage of bullets from his Uzi exploded against the wall around Linda, dusting her with brick fragments. She climbed over the ledge of the roof and Striker held his position on the ground, waiting to see if his accomplice could finish the job. Linda was surprised to see a short, stout man in a lab coat waiting for her on top of the roof. A helicopter was parked nearby with propellers spinning. "I come in peace," Dr. Fritz assured her in a slight German accent with his hands in the air. "Want to have some fun?" Linda asked him. Her naked body was still drenched in semen. She wiped her brow, sending an audible splatter of cum onto her heels. "You must be very confused and frightened," the doctor began, stepping cautiously towards her. "I see that you are enjoying your upgraded body. You haven't seen anything yet. There is so much more that you can do. Let me show you. Come to me. Give me your hand. Don't be afraid." "Who am I?" Linda asked. Her expression turned vulnerable for the first time since she awoke from her coma. The pink glow in her eyes dimmed as the doctor approached her. There was no target on his head and his voice was strangely familiar. She felt like he could be a friend. "You are my daughter." "Daughter?" she asked, confused by the lack of resemblance. "That is correct. You were born only a few days ago. I equipped you to survive in a dangerous world. Now give me your hand and I promise that I can help you find your way home." A tear fell down Linda's cheek. She reached out to the doctor but was distracted by the sounds of grappling hooks anchoring into the roof. A team of ninjas ascended the ropes and climbed over the ledge. "Wait! You fools!" the doctor yelled, but it was too late. Linda ran at the oncoming men and leapt into a flying kick. She slammed her heel into ninja's face and sent him flying back over the ledge with her shoe lodged in his forehead. Another ninja took a swing at her and she kicked the heel of her other shoe through his eyeball. "Ouch," the doctor said with a cringe. He watched the scene unfold with conflicting feelings of pride and terror. Linda spun her legs like a cyclone, delivering continuous roundhouse kicks to the ninjas as they popped up over the ledge. She smashed skulls and broke necks with her bare feet. Striker grimaced with anger from below as his best men flew off of the roof and splattered onto the cement like drops of rain. "Get me out of here!" the doctor yelled, having seen enough of Linda's effortless killing. He ran over to the chopper where Estrado was waiting to help him into the cabin. The helicopter took off and Linda panicked, wondering if it would be her last chance to find out who she was. She ran at full speed and leapt off of the roof, catching the chopper by a landing skid. Linda wrapped her arms and her legs securely around the skid and the helicopter pilot pulled back on the controls, trying to shake her loose. Estrado watched in suspense as Linda climbed her way up to the cabin of the helicopter. He aimed an automatic rifle at her head. "I got you this time!" "Noooo!" the doctor yelled, shoving Estrado's gun to the side. Estrado managed to fire off a few rounds, bouncing one of bullets off of Linda's forehead. Her body plummeted from the helicopter and crashed into a dark alley below. "You could have killed her! She's bulletproof, not gravity proof!" The doctor scolded. Striker saw Linda's body fly out of the helicopter and land in the nearby alley. He hopped on his motorcycle and sped over to the spot, leaving his ninjas to battle it out with the last of the Miyagis. Striker flipped on his headlights to illuminate the alley. He killed the engine so that he could listen closely. The sound of a clinking aluminum can caused him to fire off a storm of bullets, turning the dumpsters and burn barrels into Swiss cheese. Striker loaded another magazine into his Uzi and listened in again. A stray cat meowed and scattered away from the alley. Linda was nowhere to be seen. "This isn't over," Striker vowed. **** "Send him in," Frank Cox's voice said through the speakerphone. "Mr. Cox will see you now," Tonya announced. "We'll walk you to the door," Tammy offered with a wink. On any other occasion Dr. Fritz would have been distracted and aroused by Frank's twin secretaries. This time, however, he was certain that he was walking off to his doom. Their short skirts and thigh-high stockings were no comfort in this perilous moment. Tonya and Tammy escorted Dr. Fritz down the hallway to the door of Frank's office. "Go ahead," Tonya said, pointing at the door. "You boys play nice," Tammy added. The doctor turned the office doorknob with a trembling hand and entered the office. Frank was looking out the window at a breathtaking 40th floor view of the Motor City skyline. "Do you know why the people of this city love me, doctor?" The doctor hesitated, knowing full well there was no correct answer. "Because you are stern, but fair?" "Because they don't have a choice." "Also true," the doctor confirmed. Frank turned dramatically to face the doctor with a handsome smile. "You look tense. Relax. Please, have a seat," Frank offered. The doctor took his seat and braced himself for the impending monologue. "The people of Motor City know the truth. They don't live Motor City anymore. They live in Cox City. After expanding into bioengineering and defense and nuclear power, we employ more city residents than every other company combined. Hell, I even have them watching Cox News. I'm not even Mayor yet and I already call the shots at City Hall and the police department. I have everyone by the balls. If you cross me, you could lose your job. Your house. Your pension. You might even find a team of mercenary ninjas storming your front yard and killing everyone in sight. Isn't that right, doctor?" "Yes," the doctor confirmed. "You employ many a ninja." "You bet your ass I do. Now that we've established some context, are you going to explain to me how you could let a six-million dollar project walk right out the fucking door!" "I'm still trying to assess how exactly she could have been… prematurely activated." "Prematurely activated? Prematurely activated?! If you weren't the only person that could stop her, I'd have you prematurely _de_ -activated!" Striker made his presence known. He approached from the back of the office and aimed his Uzi at the doctor's head. "I just need forty-eight hours!" the doctor begged. "I can find her and finish her programming! Remember, she might be dangerous, but she can't target us!" "Is this another one of your empty promises?" Frank asked. He pulled out a cigarette from his case and Striker's hand popped up with a zippo to light it. "I assure you that the three of us are off limits. We can't be targeted. I built it into the first phase of her programming." "And you can track her location?" Frank asked. The doctor gulped. "That was phase two—" "Striker, blow his head off." "Wait! I can still find her!" Frank raised a hand to hold off Striker and humor the doctor's explanation. He poured himself a glass of scotch and leaned back in his chair. "Okay, doctor. I'll bite. How are you going to find her?" "Her memory is not wiped completely. Just partially overwritten. She will return to the places and the people that are familiar to her. This I can guarantee." "Like the time you guaranteed me that you'd have my new assassin fully equipped to my specifications? I gave you simple instructions. I wanted a sexy robo-broad with a cunt cannon and laser tits!" "The vaginal cannon would have taken years! There is simply no scientific precedent—" "I've had it with your excuses. You had the healthiest, strongest female specimen in the city. You have access to medical technology that no children's hospital could ever dream of!" "I am simply trying to say that I did the best that I could with the time allowed. Her titanium joints are virtually indestructible. Her dermatological blast shield is more effective than we ever imagined. I got her targeting system installed and fully operational in a matter of days!" The doctor corrected his tone and looked down in shame before proceeding. "I may have made a slight mistake in her physiological profile. In attempting to regulate her libido, I believe I may have accidentally doubled it." "Doubled it?" "Or tripled it." "Tripled it? Are you telling me that we've got a robo-broad with laser tits and a hyperactive sex drive running loose in the city?!" "Yes. In so many words." "Let me have her," Striker offered Frank. "If you give me the weapons I've been asking for, she'll be nothing but a puddle of blood and metal by tomorrow morning." "I have to get in touch with my guy in Japan," Frank replied. "Lasers don't grow on trees, you know." "You can't kill her now!" the doctor pleaded. "We are so close. There is time to make this right. She can still be everything that you dreamed of." Frank pondered for a moment and took another sip of his drink. "Okay, doctor. I'm giving you 48 hours. I want her back on that operating table and I want her memory wiped. This is your second chance. There won't be a third." "Thank you, Mr. Cox! I will not let you down!" Frank pressed a button on his desk and the office door flew open. Tonya and Tammy stepped forward to escort the doctor out. "Oh, and doctor," Frank called out, just as he was headed out the door. "What you said earlier—you were right. I am stern, but fair. I'm not all stick. Sometimes, I prefer the carrot." "The carrot, sir?" "If you can correct this situation, the twins are going to blow you every day for a month. Isn't that right girls?" "We love to share cock," Tonya informed the doctor. "And balls," Tammy added. "And cum!" they said in unison with a giggle. Frank raised his glass in the doctor's direction. "Happy hunting." CH. 03 **00:39:03** Lucas did a final walk through of the Action Aerobics dance studio after a long day of scavenging. Thanks to Uncle Joe's lifelong bachelor status and estrangement from the rest of the family, the building belonged to Lucas. He was determined to save every last artifact he could find before the restoration crew gutted the building completely. The front lobby and the dance studio were decimated. There were large craters in the floor where the grenades exploded. The wall mirrors had shattered into dust and the brick walls behind them were covered in soot. Only the locker room was spared from the shrapnel and fire damage. Lucas spotted a cassette, partially buried under fragments of blackened floor tiles. He dusted off the tape to see that it was in remarkably good condition. "Luscious Linda. Where did you go?" Lucas stuffed the tape in his pocket. He crouched next to a framed photograph of his Uncle Joe that was cracked and scorched at the edges. He looked over the photo in a moment of quiet reflection. Joe was standing beside heavyweight champ Ricky La Hoya and gazing proudly at the championship belt. He looked young in the photo and nearly qualified as handsome. Nothing at all like the old, surly, beer-bellied gym owner that was bossing Lucas around on that fateful night. Lucas could almost hear his voice. _"I want that locker room spic-n-fuckin'-span, capisce?"_ "Capisce, Uncle Joe," Lucas whispered. Lucas was alarmed by the sound of trickling water. He followed the sound towards the locker room. He pushed open the door and approached the shower. "Who's there?" The sound of water stopped. Linda peeked out from the shower and locked eyes with Lucas. A green target circled his head. "Linda! I can't believe it's you!" Lucas nearly ran over to her and then stopped himself. She was completely naked. "Linda? Is that my name?" "Yes. Do you remember me?" Linda was overwhelmed by the confusing images that flooded her memory. The gunshot to her head and fall from the helicopter had triggered a stream paralyzing flashbacks. She remembered the gym and how it once was: a big silver boombox, colorful leotards, a college kid in glasses, pushing around a mop bucket while his uncle berated him, and a group of horny women stripping off their sweaty dancewear in the locker room and teasing the new mop boy on his first day of work. "Lucas?" "Yes, it's me! I thought you were dead! Where have you been?" "I'm not sure. I need your help. They're after me." "Who's after you?" "Bad men." Linda continued to process some disturbing flashbacks. There was a man in a red leather jacket, choking the life out of her. A man in a chainmail vest, flipping open a butterfly knife. A doctor in a lab coat, stabbing a needle into her arm. A man in an eyepatch staring down at her as he puffed on his cigar. They surrounded her in the back of a van as she looked up at them helplessly. She remembered the cold, haunting voice. "You're a doctor. Fix her… Fix her... Fix her..." Linda fainted and Lucas sprinted over to catch her before she hit the floor. "Hold on, Linda. I'm going to get you out of here." **** Linda awoke in a chair and was in the middle of a bright white room. She looked down at her feet, shocked to see the tiny shoes of a little girl with ruffled lace trim on her socks. Four men in lab coats sat across from her scribbling furiously in their notepads. Their faces were missing entirely, replaced by dot pixel patterns of TV static. "Does the world seem odd to you right now, Linda?" "Yes," Linda replied, shivering in fear as the tallest man stepped towards her. "You look like a TV." The tall man

laughed loudly and his associates joined in. She had no idea what was so funny. "Excellent. Then we can begin." "Are you going to hurt me?" "We aren't going to hurt you. We are going to give you a very special power. Like a superhero. Do you want to be a superhero, Linda?" "What kind of power?" The tall man leaned in until Linda's field of vision was completely engulfed in analogue static. "The power to forget." **** Linda was awoken by a beeping alarm clock, drenched in sweat and hyperventilating. She swung her hand at the snooze button and knocked a glass of water into the wall, smashing it to pieces. The alarm clock kept beeping so she karate chopped it in half, spilling broken bits of plastic and wire onto the nightstand. Linda calmed her breathing and focused in on the ceiling above her. There was a poster of four women in thong bikinis. They stood in the back of a pickup truck over the caption: 'Haulin' Ass.' Linda sat up and looked around the room in confusion. She was in a strange bed and dressed in strange clothing. She put a finger under the spandex fabric at her cleavage and pulled it out, letting it go with a'snap.' Linda noticed her reflection in the bedroom mirror. She hopped out of bed looked over her leotard and legwarmers with fascination. A scar on her shoulder caught her eye. She traced it with a finger and triggered a flashback of Striker pointing his Uzi at her—the barrel of his gun blinding her with rapid flashes of light. "Sorry about the alarm clock. I made breakfast. Hungry?" Lucas asked, holding a plate of eggs and bacon at the doorway. Linda gasped at Lucas' unexpected intrusion and her defenses were triggered. She did a front flip and landed on his shoulders, pinning his head between her legs as they crashed on the carpet together. The plate of food splattered across the floor. Lucas' face was smashed against Linda's crotch as she restrained his neck between her thighs. "Who are you?!" "Don't kill me! It's me, Lucas!" "Where are we?!" "This was Uncle Joe's house! Remember? Uncle Joe!" "Uncle Joe," Linda said, loosening the pressure on his neck. "I remember." "He's dead," Lucas reminded her. "He's dead," Linda repeated. She remembered the flash of light. The deafening sound of shattered glass and car alarms. The fiery inferno that kissed her body with a wave of heat. "I forgot my wallet that night," Lucas explained. "I got back to the gym just in time to see it in flames and a suspicious van driving away from the scene." "Yes. Four men and a van," Linda remembered. "I went to the police and they insisted you were dead, even though they couldn't show me a body. I told them about the van. They didn't care. They said the explosion was an accident, but I've found some shell casings that convinced me otherwise—" "Protein shake," Linda interrupted him. "Excuse me?" "I don't eat bacon. I drink protein shakes." "Okay. I can make you one. Will you let go of my neck?" Linda released Lucas' neck from her thighs and he took a deep breath of relief. They got up and stood next to each other in front of the bedroom mirror. "You were naked when I found you last night. This was the best I could do. I found some clothes in your old locker. Nothing but skimpy dancewear." "Thank you. I like it," Linda said, admiring her pastel pink leotard with matching legwarmers. "I found some extra shoes too," Lucas added, pointing to a pair of white sneakers that he had placed next to the bed. "I need to show you something else, but I'm going to have to touch you. Is that okay?" "Yes," Linda agreed. "You promise not to tackle me?" "I promise." Lucas carefully parted the bangs of Linda's hair and slid a finger across the top of her head. "You must have got burned or something. Your hair is singed here and here. I checked your head last night, to make sure you weren't wounded." "I was shot." "Shot? By a gun?" "Yes." "Well, I didn't find a gunshot wound, but I did find this." Lucas traced his finger over the slot. "I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I think you have a floppy disk in your head." "Floppy disk? Like from an IBM computer?" "Yes. It is a smaller version of a normal floppy disk. I think it is one of those new three and a half inch designs. I've never actually used one before. Rumor has it, they can hold up to one and a half megabytes! Only the government uses that kind of high tech storage. I didn't want to take it out. For all I know, if I remove it you could—" Linda grabbed Lucas by the shirt. "Take it out." "But—" "Take it out!" Lucas pushed a tiny button next to the disk and it popped up from her skull. He carefully removed the disc from a mess of curly brown hair. Linda stared back at him unfazed as he admired the piece of technology. It had a hard plastic shell and a spring-loaded metal tab to protect the disk. "Whoa. Futuristic! What do you think is on this thing?" "Targeting." Linda told him. "How do you know?" "You don't have a target on your face." Linda took the disc from him and loaded it back into her head. "Now you do. I can see a green target, indicating that you're not a threat. If you attack me, it turns red. Yellow means a potential threat." "Whoa! You can really see targets?!" "Yes. Some people have targets, some don't." "It's all starting to make sense now. You have super strength, digital targeting, and they can program you with a computer disc. I think you're supposed to be some kind of cybernetic warrior." "Could they really do all of that with a computer?" "It's 1985. They can do _anything_ with a computer," Lucas assured her. "Who knows what other abilities they equipped you with?" "Let me show you," Linda offered. Linda's eyes lit up in a dim glow. Her skin became flushed and her nipples hardened. She pressed her chest into Lucas' and leaned in to give him a deep kiss. She put her hands under his shirt and enjoyed the feel of his abs while they interlocked tongues. "You played football," Linda said. "You remember that?" Lucas asked with a laugh. "Well, actually, I only played for freshman year. I was just trying to impress those girls at the gym. I do have a black belt in taekwondo and I try to work out every—" Linda tore off his Night Ranger t-shirt with a single tug like it was made of plastic wrap. "Whoa, easy! I kind of liked that shirt." "Not bad," Linda said with a shrug, looking over his toned chest and arms. "Well, that's what every guy wants to hear." She took off his glasses and threw them onto the carpet. "I kind of need those to see—" Linda put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto his knees. Lucas stared up at her and watched in suspense as she pulled aside the crotch of her leotard to show him her pussy. His pants instantly tented out with a boner. He recalled the first time he saw her naked in the gym shower, kneeling before her with a pile of towels, in awe of her sexy bush and big breasts. Linda's thighs were shaking. She looked down at Lucas in pleading desperation. "I'm so fucking horny, I can't think straight. I need your help. Will you help me?" Linda begged. "Okay. What can I do?" "Lick me." Linda put a foot on the bed and grabbed him by the hair to shove his face into her mound. Her vulva was swollen and throbbing with pleasure. Lucas stuck out his tongue and dragged it up her labia. "Yes!" Linda moaned. She held onto Lucas' hair and pressed her clit against his extended tongue. "Faster! Harder!" she begged. Lucas lapped at her clit and her thighs quivered responsively. He licked in a steady rhythm and grabbed her by the butt. It was the finest ass that he had ever touched, somehow perfectly soft and firm at the same time. Linda was getting dizzy with pleasure. She lay back on the bed and took him by the hand to guide two of his fingers into her opening. Linda directed him to her g-spot and had him massage her from the inside while he tongued her clit. "More fingers," she begged. "How many?" Lucas asked. "All of them." Lucas gradually added in the rest of his fingers and felt her tight pussy stretching to accommodate them. The more responsive she was, the harder he shoved. Before he knew it, he had his whole fist inside of her. Linda moaned and thrust her hips wildly as she orgasmed. She gushed a stream of liquid all over Lucas' forearm. Lucas stood at the edge of the bed and Linda crawled over to him on her hands and knees. She pulled down his pants and his briefs and her eyes lit up at the sight of his veiny erection. Linda grabbed his cock and pressed it against her face. She rubbed the head of his dick all over her lips and her nose while he looked down in shock. "The smell of cum drives me crazy," Linda warned him. Lucas gasped as Linda shoved his cock into the back of her throat. She effortlessly swallowed his shaft over and over again until sticky saliva was dangling off of his ballsack. With his full length lodged in her throat, Linda stuck out her tongue to lick the spit off of his balls. "Oh god," Lucas blurted, in awe of the most skillful and aggressive blowjob he had ever received. Linda gripped the base his cock and her hand trembled with an intense vibration. She swirled her to tongue like a tornado around his around his scrotum while she jerked his dick, bringing him to speedy climax. "I going to cum!" he blurted. "Give it to me!" she begged. Linda swallowed his cock just in time to feel the first powerful spurt of semen coating her tonsils. She rested her bottom lip on his balls and he continued to squirt the rest of his load deep into the back of her throat. Lucas was delirious with pleasure as she held him in her throat and milked him for everything he had. She swirled a tongue around the inside of her mouth to make sure she had ingested every last drop of his seed. "Thank you," Linda said. "I needed that." "You're welcome. Any time," Lucas offered. "Now that we got that out of the way, maybe we should—" Linda spat on the tip of her finger and pressed it against his asshole. "Hey now! What are you doing?!" "I'm making you hard again." Linda smiled up at him and inserted her finger, enjoying his bug-eyed reaction. Linda jerked his dick and massaged his prostate until he had another full-on erection. She shoved him onto the bed and pulled her leotard to the side so that she could mount his dick. Lucas groaned as his cock was enveloped by her hot pussy. Her juices dripped onto his balls and thighs as she rode him. She moaned in ecstasy and pulled down the top of her leotard to free her bouncing tits. She guided Lucas' hands, encouraging him to touch them. "Your boobs are... bigger than I remember." "Much bigger," Linda said, trembling in pleasure as she experienced an intense orgasm. Her juices sprayed out over Lucas' balls and soaked the bedspread. "Why would they gave you a breast enlargement?" Lucas asked, inspecting her breasts closely. Linda pulled his cock out of her pussy and guided it into her ass. "Whoa! I've never done this before!" Lucas warned. "I want you to fuck my ass. Hard," Linda begged him. She moaned and rubbed her clit as he eased into her ass. Lucas groaned in pleasure as she hopped on his dick and jammed him even deeper inside of her. "Cum inside! I want to feel it!" Linda begged. Linda's thighs quivered and juices squirted everywhere as she climaxed for a third time. The pressure of Linda's tight asshole was too much for Lucas. He felt another load ready to burst like a broken dam. "Ahhh!" Lucas grunted, squirting his load into her anal cavity. Lucas orgasmed for nearly a minute. He could feel that her ass was completely flooded with hot jizz. He squeezed her tits hard as he emptied out his full load. He was temporarily blinded by a flash of pink light. The wall across the room exploded, raining bits of drywall onto the carpet. "What the heck was that?!" Lucas scrambled to pull his dick out of Linda's ass and ran over to inspect the damage. He looked through a softball-sized hole in the wall and he could see the back yard on the other side it. He turned back to Linda and she was standing before him, leotard hanging at her waist and her eyes and nipples glowing hot pink. "I must have activated some kind of weapon?" Lucas wondered. "Yes, so it appears." Linda agreed. Her tits flashed again and two more holes exploded through the wall above Lucas' head. "Careful! That was close. Can you control them?" "Yes. I can control the aim and the intensity." Linda beamed out a pair of laser pointers from her eyes and targeted a spot in the wall just between Lucas' legs. "Whoa! You've got laser sights!" Linda fired off a pulse from her left nipple and blasted another perfect circle through the wall. "Will you please stop shooting now?" "Okay," Linda agreed. She pulled her leotard over her breasts and the lights under her nipples dimmed away. "How could this weapon even exist?" Lucas wondered. "The pulse laser wattage must be in the billions or even trillions. There would have to be some type of specialized prism for aiming, kind of like a gun scope. Maybe a super powerful lens under each nipple to amplify the wattage?" "You know an awful lot about lasers." "I know a little. You might want to fact-check me on some of those details." Linda looked down at her breasts in horror, trying to imagine all the gadgetry that Lucas was describing. "I can't believe they did this to me." The weight of her statement sunk in and they both stood in silence for a moment. Linda felt her sadness and confusion gradually turning into anger as she pondered the weaponized body that had been forced on her. "It's going to be okay," Lucas consoled. "We will get the guys that did this. I will help you every step of the way, even if it kills me." "Who was I?" Before they built me?" "You were the best aerobics instructor in Motor City. I don't know much else about you. Joe told me you just came in off the street one day, no money, no family. He gave you a job and let you stay at the gym for a few weeks until you could move into an apartment of your own." "Take me there." "I'm sure I could find your address in Joe's rolodex, but don't you think that's dangerous? They probably have your apartment staked out—" "I said take me," Linda insisted. Her nipples lit up under the leotard. "Okay, okay, don't shoot! I'll take you!" Linda looked through a hole in the wall and noticed a suspicious car parked in the alley next to the back yard. "We need to go now," Linda decided. "Does the house have an attached garage?" "Sure does." "And a car?" "You could call it that." **** Lucas pulled off the cover to reveal Joe's silver DeLorean DC-12. He opened the car doors and they swung up like gull wings. "Joe would never buy a car made by Cox Motors. I'm not sure what he saw in this one, though. I admit, the doors are pretty rad, but it isn't very fast." "Fast enough," Linda said. She darted into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. "Do you remember how to drive?" Lucas asked as he climbed into the passenger side. Linda punched open the wiring harness panel and ripped out some wires. She was revving the engine before Lucas could even attach his seat belt. "You know, I have the keys—" Lucas was interrupted by the sound of squealing tires and the car colliding with the garage door. The DeLorean blasted through garage door and blew past the car in the alley, causing Estrado to spill coffee all over his vest. Estrado blurted a stream of curses as he scrambled for his CB radio. His 1985 Cox Cruiser squealed out of the alley after the DeLorean. "Doctor, are you there?" "I'm here." "I am tailing your mujer in Oakwood Heights. She's on the move. In a fucking DeLorean!" Linda tore through traffic and showed complete disregard for the rules of the road. She swerved between cars and flew through stoplights. "Are you sure that you're okay to drive?" Lucas asked her. Linda responded by stepping on the gas and taking them up the nearest exit ramp in the wrong direction on the Fisher Freeway. A driver turned to avoid them and smashed his car into a pile of exit ramp water buckets. Estrado nearly followed them up the exit ramp, but cranked the wheel and slammed on the brakes at the last second, narrowly avoiding a head on collision. "She's on the freeway! Going the wrong way!" Estrado yelled into his radio. "Stay put and wait for instructions. I called in some reinforcements," the doctor told him. Linda sped directly into the flood of oncoming vehicles. She calculated every turn with mathematical precision. The sounds of honking horns whizzed past their ears as she weaved between the other cars. Lucas closed his eyes and felt his stomach turning from the velocity. "Do you need directions?" he asked. "I remember now. Things are starting to come back to me. Where I used to live. Where they took me. What they did to me." Linda was running on pure anger. The muscles in her arms were clenched and her hands were ghost white as she squeezed the life out of the steering wheel. She had the gas pedal pressed all the way to the floor. Lucas made the mistake of opening his eyes. "Ohhhhh shiiiittt!!!" he yelled out. Linda turned the steering wheel, propping up the vehicle onto two tires as they coasted down the ramp off of the freeway. The car slammed back onto four wheels and Linda sped down the street, terrorizing a whole new block full of cars in Midtown. She whizzed through traffic until she spotted her apartment. She cranked the wheel slammed the brakes, skidding the car to a stop in the alley behind her building. "I think we lost them," Linda decided. "Where did you learn to drive like that?" "Rico," Linda replied, killing the engine and hopping out of the car. "Who the heck is Rico?" Linda pulled Lucas out of his seat and turned her back to him. "Climb aboard and hang on tight," she instructed, pointing to her shoulders. "Hang on for what?" "You'll see." Lucas reluctantly hopped up onto her back for a piggyback ride. He looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching. "This is kind of embarrassing." "Tell me about it," Linda replied. Lucas clung to Linda's shoulders and prayed for his life as she began to scale up the side of the building. He watched in awe as her hands stuck to the brick like an insect. She climbed all the way up to the third floor with Lucas hanging on her back. "We are going to die," Lucas whispered. "This is the safest way in," Linda assured him. Linda did a pull-up on her living room window frame and peeked inside to see that the apartment appeared to be empty. She held their combined body weight on a single arm and used her other arm to shove open the window. "I'm going to have a look inside," Linda decided. "Hang on to the window frame until I can confirm it's clear." "Easier said than done," Lucas replied. He maneuvered off of Linda's back to hang off of the window frame at her side. He had to use every ounce of strength to prevent plummeting into the alley. Linda kicked off of the wall and flipped through the window like an Olympian gymnast, sticking the landing on the hardwood floor. She pulled down her leotard and pointed her tits around the room like loaded weapons. After she was convinced that it was safe, she tucked her breasts into her leotard and grabbed Lucas by the forearms to pull him through the window. They looked over her tiny, one bedroom apartment like it was the scene of a crime. The only furniture in the living room was a futon and a TV tray. After checking to see that the bathroom and bedroom were clear Linda started digging through her things. There was nothing but dancewear and sweatbands in her dresser drawers. Protein powder in the cupboards. Eggs in the fridge. There was a photo album with glamour shots of herself, posing in different colored leotards, all of them recent, nothing at all from her childhood. There wasn't a single clue that she had any kind of family or friends or love interests. It became painfully clear that aerobic exercise was her entire life. Linda approached a mantle on the wall that was filled cheap plastic aerobics trophies and medals that she had accumulated over the last few years. An empty glass case was positioned as the centerpiece. "What is that for?" Lucas wondered. "The golden leotard," Linda said. She grabbed the case and threw it against the wall, shattering it into pieces. Lucas stepped back to give her some space. She trashed her entire trophy mantle in a fit of rage, pulling it apart piece by piece and dashing everything into bits under her sneakers. "This doesn't make any sense!" Linda yelled. "All I did was exercise? Where is the rest of my life? Who was I?" "I'm sorry," Lucas consoled, after a long, uncomfortable silence. "I didn't know you very well but you were, and still are, a great person. I think the exercise made you happy." "You know what makes me happy now?" Linda asked, her eyes and nipples glowing intensely. "What?" Lucas asked with a gulp. "Killing and fucking." A small collection of tiny red dots suddenly appeared on Lucas' forehead. "Well," Lucas began. "Different strokes for different—" "Get down!" Linda screamed, tackling him to the floor. The walls and windows exploded with bullet holes, raining glass and chunks of drywall all over the apartment. The storm of bullets was followed by a deafening pounding on the front door. The wood splintered around the door knob. "Stay put," Linda said to Lucas, standing in front of him protectively. She pulled down her top and aimed her tits at the door, waiting for it to burst open. She could feel the power swelling to maximum intensity in her chest. The first unfortunate ninja that ran through the doorway was met with two simultaneous laser blasts to the face, exploding his entire head into a cloud of smoldering ash. "Holy shit!" Lucas blurted as the headless corpse hit the ground with a thud. The rest of the ninja squad followed and Linda fired off tit-lasers like a machine gun, blowing holes through their torsos and blasting off their limbs into cauterized stumps. Ninja stars and bullets bounced off of Linda's body and left nothing but cuts and holes in the fabric of her leotard. She mowed the advancing men down into a pile of bodies so high that they clogged the doorway completely. "How long can you keep shooting?" Lucas asked. "You're the one that knows about lasers. You tell me!" "Unless they put batteries inside you, the lasers are probably bio-powered? You might get tired after too much shooting." "I'm tired now!" They were interrupted by a fresh wave of ninjas from the rooftop, swinging down from ropes and kicking in windows. Linda fired her lasers with perfect accuracy, blasting holes through their heads and sending them flying back out the windows to splatter on the pavement. The cannon-fodder ninja assault was followed by a bombardment tear gas. Metal canisters flew in through the windows and bounced through the apartment, spraying out a debilitating cloud of gas. Linda and Lucas coughed uncontrollably at first whiff. Linda stuck her head out the window and was stunned to see that the police had set up a perimeter around the building. She decided it was safer to climb up to the roof than to take their chances on the ground. Linda hugged Lucas and positioned his hands on her shoulders as the apartment flooded with gas. "Straddle me! I'm going to take us up to the roof. We'll use my back as a shield." Lucas straddled Linda, as directed. They climbed out the window and Linda scaled up to the roof with Lucas hanging onto her from the front. She endured painful bursts of pressure as the bullets bounced off of her back. Linda peeked over the roof ledge to see that there were a handful of ninjas holding their position. Two large transport helicopters hovered over the building, ready to land with reinforcements. Linda and Lucas climbed onto the roof and she pulled down her top, firing a storm of lasers on the remaining ninjas before they could even aim their weapons. Their charred, disfigured bodies collapsed to the ground. Snipers on the neighboring rooftops opened fire on Linda, hitting her with perfect headshots. Rifle rounds bounced off of Linda's head and singed her hair. She fell to her knees, shaken by the painful direct hits. "Are you okay?" Lucas asked. "No, I'm not okay. They shot my fucking hair." Linda stood up again zeroed in on the snipers, picking them off one-by-one. She blew off heads in every direction until the sniper fire finally stopped. "Incoming!" Lucas yelled as the transport helicopters approached their landing. Linda targeted the fuel tank of the nearest helicopter. With a few strategically-aimed shots the first chopper erupted into a fiery explosion. A wave of intense heat washed over Linda and Lucas. Flaming ninja bodies flew out of the blast like a fireworks display and big hunks of burning wreckage rained down on the building. The second helicopter flew through the protective cloud of smoke and touched down on the roof. "Wait here," Linda said. She sprinted over to the helicopter just as it was touching down and kicked in the cabin door, pointing her tits at the men inside and catching them by surprise. "Knock, Knockers," Linda said, pulverizing them with tit-lasers. The ninjas screamed for their lives as Linda incinerated the entire cabin into a pile of smoking corpses. The pilot jumped out of the cockpit and ran across the rooftop, intermittently firing his handgun in Linda's direction. She aimed a nipple and blew off the back of his head. His body skidded across the roof and bumped into Lucas' feet. Linda rushed back to Lucas and handed him the pilot's gun. "I have no idea how to use this thing," he warned her. Linda pulled back the slide to load the next bullet into the chamber. "It's loaded. Just point and squeeze." They looked over the ledge of the building to see that police SWAT vehicles were unloading scores of men onto the street. The ninjas and police were working together to form a huge battalion around the building. There was a fresh fleet of helicopters flying towards them in the distance, armed with autocannons and rockets. Grappling hooks flew over the ledge and anchored into the roof. Ninjas would be climbing over in a matter of seconds. They were completely surrounded and the scene was about to erupt into full-scale war. "What now?" Lucas asked. "Should we get to the chopper?" "No. I can't fly a helicopter." "But it is just sitting there, ready to go. Are you sure?" "Yes, I am fucking sure that I can't pilot a fucking helicopter!" "Okay, okay. Jeeze. It just seemed awfully convenient—" "Climb aboard and hang on tight!" Linda demanded, turning her back to him. "Will do." Lucas knew the drill at this point. He stuffed the gun into the back of his pants and climbed onto Linda's back. She took off running towards the ledge. Lucas squeezed his eyes shut and felt the sickening gravity drop in his stomach as Linda jumped off of the roof. They flew over a ten foot gap and Linda's feet landed hard on the neighboring rooftop. Linda recovered quickly and ran at full speed towards the next building over. Linda took another flying leap, but the next rooftop was impossibly far. She missed the ledge and caught on to the fire escape instead. The impact knocked Lucas off of her back and she swung out her hand to catch him by the wrist. The pistol flew out of his pants and crashed into the alley below. Linda dangled from single arm and held on to Lucas with all of her strength as a helicopter opened fire on them with an autocannon. Sparks exploded all around them as the massive 20 millimeter rounds collided with the fire escape. Linda let go and they plummeted to the next floor where she caught onto the railing. She tossed Lucas safely onto the staircase. She swung back and forth on the railing to pick up momentum and then flipped herself onto the staircase, crushing the door open with a hard kick. Linda and Lucas sprinted through the hallway as the helicopter blasted the side of the building with rocket. The impact knocked them to the floor and the wall crumbled around the doorway. Women in lingerie and men in boxer shorts flooded out of the rooms and into the hallway, running for their lives. Linda and Lucas were caught in an all- out stampede of working girls. There were high-waisted panties and stockings and teddies in all directions. Some of the women were topless and their breasts bounced excessively as they ran by. Linda and Lucas ran along with the prostitutes to the end of the hallway and Linda elbowed open a door to an emergency staircase, pulling Lucas along with her. Linda kicked open the door on the next level and they found themselves in a seedy hotel lobby. A group of businessmen at the front desk watched in surprise as Linda pulled down her leotard to show them her tits. "Duck!" Linda yelled at them. She could see the SWAT team approaching the hotel entrance just over their shoulders. The business men looked at each other in confusion so Linda fired a few shots into the ceiling above their heads. They dove for cover as chunks of ceiling tile fell down around them. Linda felt a tinge of guilt as the team of armed policemen approached the entrance in tactical formation. Killing off ninja mercenaries was one thing, but these were real working guys and who knows what they were told before they embarked on their mission. She had no choice but to shoot her way out. "Where's your gun?" Linda asked Lucas. "I lost it." "Good. Just hide behind me." "Of course! Where else am I going to go?" The SWAT team burst through the entrance and fired off a blitz of M-16 rounds at Linda, bouncing bullets off her body and blasting holes in her dancewear. She aimed for their trigger fingers and calf muscles and fired away, downing one officer after another with non-fatal wounds until they were all disarmed and rolling on the ground, crying out in pain. "Sorry guys! Get better soon!" Linda said as they ran out the door. "Oh boy," Linda said as she stepped out onto the street. She stared back at an even bigger group of armed police, positioned strategically behind their squad cars and aiming their weapons at her. Linda unleashed a firestorm of non-fatal laser pulses before the men could fire a single shot at her. She was temporarily blinded from the intense flashes of light. Her chest felt like an oven. She fell to her knees in exhaustion. The chorus of groaning, injured policemen tortured her eardrums. Lucas threw Linda's arm over his shoulder and lifted her up. They limped away from the scene, surrounded by the sounds of helicopters and emergency sirens. "I don't know how much longer I can go. I'm overheated," Linda warned. "Just hang on. I'll get us out of here," Lucas assured her. "There!" Linda said, spotting an opportunity at the end of the street. "We can get lost in the crowd." "What's with the parade? Isn't Chinese New Year in February?" "Who cares?! Just go!" Linda yelled. Arm-in-arm, they stumbled as fast as they could down the street and submerged themselves in the crowd. It was a scene of stereotypical chaos in Chinatown. People were banging on drums and gongs. Firecrackers exploded everywhere, startling Linda and Lucas with every 'pop.' Street vendors were hawking their wares. A big people-dragon ambled through the center of the crowd. Through all the noise of the busy street, Linda honed in on the sound of a motorcycle engine. "We need to run now!" Linda yelled to Lucas. The words pained her to say. Her legs felt like jelly. The crowd was already parting to let the motorcycle through. Striker came rolling through at full speed, aiming a shotgun at Linda and Lucas. They shoved their way through the crowd, occasionally looking back to see that Striker was closing in. He drove his motorcycle right through wooden crates and fruit carts and chicken coops, sending a mess of produce and feathers flying through the air in his wake. Linda and Lucas reached the end of the parade and were stopped dead in their tracks by the sight of a police barricade on the next street over. They turned in a different direction only to find a squad of armed ninjas charging at them. Linda tried to power up her lasers and could only generate the faintest glow in her nipples. "Shit. I'm almost out of juice. We need to keep moving!" Linda and Lucas ducked into the nearest alley only to see that Striker was already waiting for them next to his motorcycle. He was puffing on a cigar and resting a shotgun against his shoulder, nonchalantly. Linda pulled down her top and fired lasers in his direction, missing him entirely and blowing off tiny bits of the brick wall at his side. Striker dusted off his shoulder and laughed at Linda. She fired weaker and weaker laser pulses and not a single one of them hit her target. Lucas heard the sound of a butterfly knife flipping open. The cold steel pressed up against his throat. "Don't move, dweeb," Estrado warned him. Lucas raised his hands and watched helplessly as a team of armed goons formed a barrier of reinforcement on both sides of the alley. A man in a lab coat was among them, looking oddly out of place. Linda aimed her tits at Estrado. "Let him go!" Estrado pressed the blade against Lucas' neck, sending a tiny trickle of blood down to his collar bone. "Put those things away now!" Estrado warned. Linda reluctantly covered her breasts, as he commanded. "Okay, we surrender! Don't hurt him!" she begged, holding up her hands. Linda heard the racking of a shotgun behind her and turned to see that Striker was approaching. "I said we surrender. What are you going to do? Shoot me?" Linda asked. "That's the idea," Striker replied. A deafening shotgun blast echoed through the alley and the steel projectiles collided with Linda's stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She fell onto her back and struggled to take in a breath. The pain was intense, nothing at all like the previous gunfire that she had been repelling. She felt around for wounds on her stomach and there was nothing but smooth skin and fragments of singed spandex. "Stay down," Striker warned, racking the shotgun. Linda tried to sit up and was met with another shotgun blast to the chest. Her body slammed back onto the pavement and she gasped for air. Striker racked the shotgun again and pressed the barrel against her forehead, looking down at her with a satisfied smile. "Stop! You're killing her!" Lucas begged. "She going to be just fine. I'm sure it hurts like hell, though," Striker said. One of Linda's nipples lit up in a dim glow. "Hey! Don't try anything stupid!" Striker warned. "In case you haven't figured it out yet, you're targeting doesn't work on me." "At this range, who needs targeting?" Linda asked. She fired off a tiny pulse and burned a hole through Striker's good eye. "Ahhgg!!!" he cried out as he collapsed to the ground. The men around the perimeter opened fire on Linda. They hammered her to the ground with hundreds of rounds from their automatic rifles and incinerated what was left of her clothing. "Stop!" the doctor yelled, holding up a hand to call off the attack. He ran over to Linda and pushed a combination of pressure points under her breast to deactivate her laser weapons. "That's enough fighting for you.

Your impact shield is starting to wear off," the doctor warned. He pushed another combination of buttons beneath the skin on Linda's wrist and warm buzz washed over her entire body, rendering her immobile. "I'm going to kill that bitch!" Striker vowed, blindly clawing around on the ground. One of his men attempted to help him to his feet and Striker punched him in the stomach. "I'm afraid she is not yours to kill," the doctor corrected. "Don't take it so hard, Striker. I am a doctor. I can fix you." The doctor looked down proudly on the cybernetic wonder of his creation. He couldn't help but be impressed by how she took down Frank Cox's number one man. He stroked Linda's cheek affectionately while Lucas watched in anger. "I applied an experimental shield to your skin," the doctor explained to Linda. "Essentially, it is a bullet proof spray tan. And like a spray tan, the results are only temporary. You must reapply once a week. If we found you a few days from now, the bullets would have easily penetrated. You should thank me for saving your life." Linda was powerless to respond. She was in a state of complete paralysis. She looked up at the doctor with seething hatred. Her vision scrambled into a mess of TV static while the doctor whispered the next part into her ear. "You've been a naughty girl. I am taking you home." CH. 04 **01:12:06** "Armageddon in Midtown," news anchor, Brent, announced dramatically with looping video footage of an exploding helicopter over his shoulder. "That was the scene earlier this evening when special police units put an end to an explosive and bloody standoff with suspected terrorists. After a city wide chase the suspects were finally apprehended and taken into custody. The names have not been released, due to the ongoing investigation." "In related news, the recent surge of inner city violence has given auto tycoon-cum-Mayoral candidate Frank Cox a huge lead in the polls," Marcy said. "Although it is still early in the race, his tough-on-crime positions are clearly starting to pay off. We caught up with Frank Cox outside of downtown office." The newscast rolled the footage of a reporter, rushing to get a statement from Frank as he approached his limousine. "Mr. Cox, they are calling this the most violent summer in Motor City history. What do you have to say to the voters?" "These are dark times," Mr. Cox began. "The voters, like me, have had it with scourge of crime. The time has come to restore Motor City to its former glory." "If you win in November, what steps will you take to restore the peace?" "From the start of my campaign, I've been advocating for a fully-militarized police force. Recent events have made it crystal clear that the fight for the streets can only be won with superior firepower. Read my lips—a vote for Cox is a vote for law and order." _Click._ "Were you watching?" Frank asked Linda, stepping away from the TV. "If you were, you can plainly see that everyone on that television station works for me. No one knows who you are or where you are and they sure as hell aren't going to come looking for you." Linda just looked back at Frank coldly. He was dressed in his finest tuxedo and she was completely naked and restrained at the wrists and ankles to an upright table. The doctor was scrubbing the brunt spandex off of Linda's skin and inspecting her for damage. "Can she hear me?" Frank asked the doctor. "Yes. Her weapons are deactivated, but she is otherwise fully functional, as the brain surgery requires. She is choosing not to respond." Frank's face reddened with anger. "Leave us." "But—" "I said fucking leave us!" The doctor scrambled out of the room and shut the door. "So you don't want to talk? Fine. You're going to listen instead." Frank walked over to a precariously placed wardrobe rack in the corner of the room. He ran his hands through all of the flashy, tailored outfits: ball gowns, cocktail dresses, fashionable suit jackets with boxy shoulder pads, silk teddies, and French cut panties with lace trim. There was even a collection of colorful leotards and other dancewear accessories for her physical conditioning. "Do you know where you are, Linda?" Linda looked over the sixty-something auto tycoon and tried to think of a retort that would cut the deepest. "An old folks' home?" "She speaks!" Frank exclaimed. "No, this is not an old folks' home. It was going to be _your_ home. I think you got the wrong idea about our arrangement. I went to a lot of trouble to make you feel comfortable here. You were going to live in luxury. The finest clothes. The best parties. All the exercise you could dream of. After you proved your loyalty, I was going to move you out of the lab and into a penthouse looking over the city skyline." "I don't want your fucking penthouse. Who cares where I live? I would have been a slave." "The job would have been demanding, yes, but you were not going to be a slave. You would have lived a long and fulfilling life. You could have even won that golden leotard that you wanted so badly. I was going to put you on TV for everyone to see." "Bullshit." "It's true. Ask anyone in the CIA. The best assassin isn't a nobody. It's a somebody. Somebody in the public eye, such as an Aerobathon champion. Somebody who people would never suspect was a cold-blooded killer." "You were going to sell me to the CIA?" "No, no," Frank replied with laugh. "Quite the opposite. Don't you find it strange that you remember nothing of your childhood? That there is no evidence that you've had any life at all before you stumbled into that aerobics studio and met Old Joe Pennino? Can you even tell me the names of your parents? Go ahead. I'll wait." "That's because you operated on my fucking my head!" "We did, but I'm afraid that is not the whole story. You were selected for this project for more than just your good looks and your toned body. Your mind was already primed. We wanted to start with an empty canvas, so to speak." "You're a fucking liar." "I am. But I have no reason to lie about this. This is just simple efficiency. Laziness, even. Why waste time and money attempting to break a person down psychologically from scratch? If you have friends in the right places, you can easily track down the former subjects of classified CIA mind experiments. Hell, in a few decades, it will probably all be public information. The bottom line is that you came to us mostly empty headed and we, in our generosity, gave you a reason to live." "Great. So I'm the perfect weapon for a lazy old man. But why? What is the point? Why did so many people have to die for this? Not that I didn't enjoy it—" "The point is that I'm about to be elected to public office. I've already got more enemies than I can count and it's only going to get worse. I need to protect myself. Striker is a great soldier, but he's not exactly subtle. And his vision isn't what it used to be," Frank added, squinting at Linda in anger. "You're welcome." "Don't worry. You're going to pay me back. It just so happens that I need a beautiful woman who can infiltrate private parties. Pick up targets at the club or the gym. Deflect bullets. Climb buildings. Execute without hesitation and without leaving behind any evidence." "And I never will. Not for you," Linda assured him. "Well, that brings us to an interesting crossroads and to the conclusion of all this exposition. You see, the person that I'm talking to right now, she is going to disappear into the ether. Like so many others—union boss Jack Rourke, your beloved trainer, Joe, and eventually, that dweeb friend of yours. After we reprogram your brain, you will no longer be you. All traces of you will be long gone and the new girl that occupies your head, so to speak, won't hesitate to use your friend for laser target practice." "If I'm not going to exist anymore, why don't you just shut up already? I'm not going to remember any of this, so the least you can do is stop boring me." Frank grabbed Linda by the chin and she struggled to turn her head away. He admired the intensity in her eyes. "You've got a lot of fight in you. I kind of like that, so I'm going to humor your question before the doctor empties out your brains." Frank stepped back and proceeded in his usual, calm demeanor. "To be perfectly honest, I don't know why I'm talking to you. Why did I give a letter to my business rival before I had him blown to pieces? Why did I record a video tape for Ol' Joe? I guess there is some small part of me that thinks that life is bigger than our physical bodies. If I send someone to the other side, I want them to know who done it. I want the credit that I deserve. When I get to hell, my reputation is going to precede me." "You're not going to hell. You're going to be worm food. By the looks of you, it's going to be soon." "Worm food or not, my body is still mine. You've got a big mouth Linda, but I take small comfort in knowing that it's really _my_ mouth. I own that fit young body of yours and I assure you that I'm going to give it the workout of a lifetime. Doctor!" Frank yelled. "Yes?" the doctor ran into the room. "Wipe her brain. When I get back from the Aerobathon, I want to play with my new toy." **** Lucas awoke with a gasp. He squinted at the painfully bright lights in the ceiling above him. His heart was pounding. He tried to move his arms but they were cuffed to the operating table. "He's awake!" the twins announced. "Take his pulse." Lucas squirmed at the sensation of cold metal pressing against his chest. "Stay still," Tonya warned him. "We're listening to your heart," Tammy explained. Thump. Thump. Thump. "I think that shot of adrenaline did the trick." "Yes, he is definitely awake." Lucas focused in on the women above him. The twins were dressed in identical one-piece nurse gowns, which were short enough to reveal the lace tops of their thigh-high stockings. "Where am I? Is this heaven?" Lucas asked. The twins shared a look and giggled. "You're in the hospital." "You are a very sick boy." "Where is Linda?" Lucas asked, struggling against his restraints. He looked down to see that he was wearing a tiny hospital gown that barely covered his groin. "Calm down." "Don't worry about your girlfriend." "We don't want you to overwork that heart. Now where was I?" Tonya asked. "You were using your stethoscope," Tammy reminded her. "Oh, right. Hey, do you think I'll hear anything if I put it on his dick?" "Only one way to find out!" The twins lifted up Lucas' gown for the examination. He gasped as the metal stethoscope rested against his cock. He couldn't help but swell up with an erection as the nurses listened in. "Oh my gosh. I can hear something!" "Give it to me. I wanna hear!" "Yeah, totally. It is kind of like a heartbeat, but softer. This cock is throbbing!" "Let's put the scope on his balls!" Lucas fought against his restraints, but it was useless. He was overwhelmed with guilt as the nurses played with him. Linda was god knows where, with evil men doing god know what to her, and here he was popping the biggest boner of his life. "Yeah, I think I can hear his balls too." "Wow. His scrotum is so tight." "His cock is so hard." "Are you getting aroused in front of your nurses?" Tonya asked. "No. I prefer brunettes," Lucas replied. "Sure you would say that," Tammy said with an eye-roll. "But hard dicks don't lie," her sister added. The twins unzipped the front of their uniforms. "Our boobs aren't as big as your girlfriend's," Tammy said, pulling her uniform open to reveal a pair of big round breasts and pink nipples. "But there are four of them!" Tonya added, propping up her tits next to her sister's. "What do you think?" Tammy asked. "Do you want to touch them?" "And put your dick between them?" "No," Lucas replied. "Liar! You're leaking precum all over your belly!" "Let's have a taste!" The twins took the chewing gum out of their mouths and stuck them on the nearby medical cart. Lucas groaned in pleasure as they touched their tongues against the tip of his cock. They rolled a taste of his fluids around in their mouths. "Pretty good." "A little salty." "You need to hydrate, mister," Tammy said to him sternly. "Do you want us to prove that we are true blondes?" Tonya asked. "No. Please don't," Lucas begged. Tonya lifted the skirt of her uniform past her garter belt to show him that she wasn't wearing any panties. Tammy did the same and Lucas looked over their fluffy blonde landing strips with a gulp. They turned around to show him their butts which were firm and round and impeccably tanned. The twins laughed at his reaction as they looked back him over their shoulders. "Why are you doing this?" Lucas asked. "The boss can't get it up anymore," Tonya explained. "He does let us play with the doctor." "But the doctor has a teeny, tiny penis." "We tried to give him a blowjob today and he came in, like, two seconds." "There was a lot of cum, though." "So much cum!" "We are so fucking horny." "And bored." "So bored!" "We figured we might as well fuck your brains out, since dead men don't talk." "Dead men?" Lucas asked with a gulp. "Yeah, sorry honey. They are probably going to turn you into a human laser target." "Or use you for spare parts." Or both!" The twins shared a giggle and approached Lucas, reaching for his cock. Lucas was hopelessly erect and unable to quell his attraction for the twin bombshells, evil as they were. "Take deep breaths. This is going to feel really, really good," Tammy warned him. "Try to not to cum too quickly," Tonya added. They planted their puckered lips on each side of his shaft and slid up to head of his cock in a coordinated motion. "Oh god, please stop," Lucas blurted. The sensation of soft lips sliding up and down his cock was already bringing him to the brink. He tried to hold out for a long as he could, reminding himself of his imminent demise. The twins kissed the head of his penis together, glazing their lips in his fluid. Tonya licked the tip of his cock and pulled back a strand of his precum. Her sister intercepted it, sucking the dangle into her mouth. "You are leaking an awful lot, for a guy that doesn't like blondes," Tonya said. "We're just getting warmed up," Tammy assured him. They unlocked his ankle restraints and bent his knees for better access to his scrotum. Lucas groaned as a pair of tongues swirled around his balls and his taint. He was making funny noises from the intense pleasure and the girls laughed his expense. His noises grew louder as they rimmed his asshole and sucked on his balls together. They stimulated his scrotum and ass mercilessly and admired his swollen erection. "Wow. He is super, duper hard," Tonya said. Her sister leaned in to have a look and Tonya rubbed his dick all over her face. "Hey, watch the makeup!" Tammy said with a laugh. She took the cock away from Tonya and slapped it against her cheeks and forehead, splattering her with precum. "Okay. Enough with the games. Let's get down to business." They took a moment to tie back their hair with scrunchies and then descended on Lucas' cock. He gripped the table as the twins throated him. Their sticky spit was flowing all over his manhood. There was a mouth on his dick and another on his balls. The sucking and licking and slurping was relentless. Lucas looked around the room for anything that might help him escape the situation. The operating room was equipped with the standard items: medical carts, surgical gloves and masks, beeping machines, and a row of gas canisters attached to plastic oxygen masks. "Don't look away!" Tonya warned him. "You need to watch," Tammy insisted. Lucas looked down to see that his cock was standing up between their faces as they lapped their tongues on his balls. They laughed at his reaction. "What's the matter? Haven't you had a two-girl blowjob before?" "Well, actually," Lucas began, fondly reminiscing on the legendary thirty-girl aerobics class blowjob. It was a huge mistake, undermining his effort to hold back his load. All he could think about was that huge group of gorgeous women, flinching and laughing as a massive load sprayed out onto their faces. Lucas curled his toes and spurted a geyser of cum up into the air and it splashed down onto the twins foreheads. "Hey!" Tonya scolded. "We told you not to cum!" her sister added, catching the next spurt on her eyebrow. Despite their objections, they continued to jerk his shaft and enjoy the feel of his warm spooge as it poured out onto their noses and cheeks. "Whoa. That was a huge load." "Even bigger than the doctor's." "Okay, enough foreplay," Tonya said, stepping out of her nurses uniform. Her sister did the same. His load was still dangling from their faces as they disrobed. "Foreplay?" Lucas asked with a gulp. The twins laughed at his expense as they stood before him in just their thigh- high stockings and garter belts. "We are just getting started!" "How do you feel about anal?" **** "All done. That wasn't so bad, was it?" the doctor asked, spraying out a few final mists of liquid impact shield onto Linda's chest. "The worst part was your breath," Linda replied. The doctor set down the spray can and removed his safety goggles. "I'm looking forward to the courteous, grateful version of you that is on the way," he said with a scowl. "She is going to hate you too," Linda assured him. "She will appreciate the time and effort that goes into making her bulletproof. This is just the first application. It takes a half an hour to set and then I can reinforce with a second layer. Then, I will reactivate the grappling pads in the palms of your hands. By that time, of course, your mind will be wiped." "Or I'll wake up and go on a killing spree, like last time," Linda reminded him. "I can assure you I won't make the same mistake twice. Last time, I let your barbiturates IV run out. The drugs keep you in a coma until we decide to activate you. I won't be running out this time. I have gallons." "You're going to need them. You better not be here when I wake up." "Why is that?" the doctor humored her. He reclined the operating table until she was lying flat on her back. "Because I'm going to blow your fucking head off." "Do you see that gun on my medical cart?" the doctor asked, pointing to a semi-automatic pistol equipped with a small scope. "It is loaded with some prototype bullets that were developed specifically to penetrate your shield. I will put you down, if you force me to." "That one?" Linda asked. She beamed the laser sights from her eyes onto the gun scope. "You can target my gun all you want. Your optical sights are working, but the weapons in your chest have been deactivated," the doctor explained. "The sights themselves are completely harmless. I turned them on because you will need them to focus your brain and your eyes while I operate. Brain surgery is tricky business. It requires you to be fully awake and concentrating on some specific exercises that I will put in front of you. Go ahead and play with your laser pointers if it keeps you occupied and behaved." Linda ignored the doctors blathering and focused on the scope of his gun. _"There would have to be some type of specialized prism for aiming, kind of like a gun scope"_, she remembered Lucas explaining the day before. _"Maybe a super powerful lens under each nipple to amplify the wattage?"_ Linda beamed her laser sights inside the scope, scanning for the prism inside of it. The laser light bent off of the prism and reflected back onto her thigh. She tweaked her aim and directed the laser beam to the floor where the doctor wouldn't notice it. "I'll just remove this and we can get started," the doctor said, pulling the floppy disk from Linda's head. He inserted the disk into a nearby computer and then pointed at an item on his medical cart. "Do you know what this is?" "No. What is it?" Linda asked, careful to keep her laser pointers beaming through the prism. "It is a very special endoscope. It is equipped with a super powerful lens, which can be inserted into a patient's cavity to examine them from the inside. Can you guess what I'll be examining?" "Your mom?" Linda asked. She adjusted her aim. Her laser pointers filtered through the endoscope lens and amplified the wattage. The resulting laser beam burned Linda's arm and she almost yelped from the intense heat. She quickly redirected the beam down to hinge of her steel wrist restraint. "Very funny. No. I will be pushing the scope up through your nose and using it to examine your brain. Now, let's begin—" "Wait," Linda said, stalling for time as the steel cuff around her wrist started to glow red hot. "Can I ask you a question before we start?" "Fine," the doctor allowed. "We will be spending the next few hours together, after all." "Why does your endoscope need a super powerful lens? Are you compensating for something?" Linda pulled on her restraint with all of strength and busted open the steel hinge. She grabbed the doctor by the balls so hard that he squealed in an inaudible high pitch. "I guess you are," Linda confirmed. "Do you have any idea how hard I can squeeze?" "Please don't!" the doctor begged. "Unlock my cuffs now!" Linda demanded, squeezing his testicles near the breaking point. The doctor reached over to her other wrist and unlocked the restraint. Linda kept the doctor's scrotum in a merciless grasp until he released her ankles. "Okay! You are free! Please let me go!" the doctor begged. "Turn on my weapons and I'll hold you by the neck instead of the balls," Linda offered. The doctor was delirious with pain and his face turned bright red. He put his hand under Linda's breast and pressed a combination points under the skin until her nipples lit up in a bright glow. As promised, Linda released his balls and put him in a chokehold instead. He gargled pathetic noises as she fought the temptation to end him forever with an effortless twist of her arm. "I didn't scream." "What did you say?" Linda asked tightening her grip on his throat. "I didn't scream," he repeated, as calmly as possible. "Guards are waiting right outside the door. I didn't yell out to them because I trust that you will let me live." "Why would I do that?!" "I have something to trade." "What could you possibly have that I can't walk right out that door and kill my way to it?!" Linda tightened her grip even harder, lifting him off of his feet. "Your past! I know who you are! Where you came from! I have a file!" the doctor gargled. Linda set him back onto his feet and kept a tight grasp on his neck. "Okay, first things, first," she told him. "Remove all of the restrictions from that targeting disc and hand it over. I want to target you. I want to target your boss. I want to target your boss' boss—" "Okay," the doctor agreed. "It will just take a few key strokes to remove all the exceptions." Linda walked the doctor over to the computer and he removed the targeting exceptions by typing a series of commands in the flashing green command prompt. He ejected the disc and handed it to Linda. Linda let go of the doctor's throat and he stumbled away and gasping for air. She shoved the disc into her head and targeted the crotch of his pants. To make extra sure, Linda fired off a warning shot, burning a tiny a hole through his pants and narrowly missing his cock. "Oh god!" the doctor yelped. He reached down to make sure he was unharmed and breathed a sigh of relief. Linda kept her sights aimed at his groin. "We are going to play a game now," Linda explained. "I'm going to be the prisoner. You are going to be the guard. We are going to walk out of this room together. We are going to find my friend. You are going to get me that file. Understood?" "Yes." "Great. Now get me some clothes. Something tight." The doctor scrambled over to the wardrobe rack and thumbed through the leotards. "Which one?" he asked. "The gold one." **** "Where are all the towels?" Tonya asked. "I have so much jizz on my face. "How about this?" Tammy suggested, pulling off Lucas' hospital gown. The twins mopped the semen off of their faces and tossed his gown across the room onto one of the gas tanks. Lucas squinted to try and read the label without his glasses. _N20. What is N20?_ Lucas wondered. _Dammit, Lucas. Remember your periodic table. N is for nitrous. Nitrous oxide. Laughing gas!_ The twins crowded between his legs to suck his cock and balls and get him extra hard for the next round. _Think, Lucas, think. What would MacGyver do? Somehow, he would disconnect the line of tubing and open the valve on the nitrous tank. Let the gas pour out into the room._ "You can go first," Tonya offered her sister. Tammy climbed onto the table and straddled Lucas. She moaned with pleasure as she penetrated herself with Lucas' hard dick. Tonya licked his balls as her sister rode him. He was at maximum hardness again, enjoying the hot, tight pussy that enveloped his cock and the swirling tongue that stimulated his scrotum. "My turn!" Tonya insisted. The twins switched spots and Tonya mounted him in reverse cowgirl position. He ogled her butt cheeks as she hopped on his dick. "Ahhhhh," Lucas blurted, struggling to hold back his load. "Don't cum yet!" they warned him. "No cumming until after anal. That's the rule!" "Can you uncuff me?" Lucas begged. "The cuffs are too tight. My blood flow is restricted. I'm losing my boner." "Well… okay," Tonya agreed. She already had her asshole lubed up and was alarmed at the thought of him going soft. "Don't try anything stupid!" Tammy warned him. "If we scream, the guards will come running." "Of course not," Lucas assured them. "I just need to stand up for a bit. I can fuck harder that way." Lucas breathed a sigh of relief when the restraints loosened around his wrists. He hopped off of the operating table and onto his feet. Conveniently, Tonya put her hands on the wall right next to the gas canisters and bent out her butt for him. Tammy kneeled next to her sister to help spread her cheeks. _Take one for the team_, Lucas told himself, carefully pushing the head of his cock into Tonya's asshole. "Feels good doesn't it? Nice and tight." "Yes," Lucas groaned. Lucas was so overwhelmed by the moment, he nearly forgot about his escape plan. When Tammy kneeled down to lick his balls, he knew it was his only shot. He pulled hard on the rubber tubing to detached it from the nitrous tank and opened the valve to release the gasses. "Don't forget about me," Tammy insisted. She put her hands on the wall next to her sister and presented her ass to Lucas. He needed to buy all of the time that he could, so he had no choice but to shove his dick into Tammy's asshole. She moaned in pleasure and begged him to go harder. Lucas held back his load with all of the strength and concentration that he could muster. He went back and forth between the twins and fucked their tight buttholes. They rubbed their clits and orgasmed over and over again in an all- out anal marathon. "I'm gonna cum," Lucas announced. "How about a last request?" "Okay," the twins agreed. "Can I cum on your faces?" They both laughed. "Of course!" "That's what we were going to have you do anyway." The girls kneeled in front of him and he jerked his dick in front of their extended tongues. With an intense groan and a powerful wave of orgasmic contractions boiling up from his groin, Lucas shot a huge, strategic wad across Tonya's eyelids. He aimed for Tammy next and shot a second spurt onto her eyebrows. He recalculated his aim to ensure that his third spurt sealed her eyes shut. "Hey!" "Watch the eyes" "Sorry," Lucas said, continuing to fire off a big hot load onto their faces. "So much cum." "I'm totally blind." "Get us a towel!" "Will do," Lucas offered. He looked around for a surgical mask, hoping to control his own dosage of the gas that was seeping into the room. Lucas was startled by a sudden beeping noise coming from the door. To his shock and embarrassment the doctor appeared in the doorway, escorting Linda into the room as his prisoner. "Ladies, don't be alarmed, it is just me," the doctor explained. He was playing his part, as Linda had instructed. As soon as the door closed behind them, Linda dropped the prisoner act. "What are you doing? Who the fuck are they?" Linda asked Lucas. "They are—," The doctor attempted to interject and Linda elbowed him in the face, knocking him to the floor. "What's going on? Can someone get us a towel?" the twins asked. "They forced me!" Lucas explained to Linda. "I was trying to escape, I swear. I was going to gas them with that nitrous tank." "This tank?" Linda asked, pulling it off of the rack. She swung the tank like a baseball bat and clubbed both of the twins on the head in a single swing, knocking them unconscious. "Or you could do it that way," Lucas said. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Linda's laser sights beamed down at Lucas' cock and he covered it protectively. "I swear I didn't have a choice!" Linda squinted with suspicion and turned back to the doctor. He was crawling on the ground and reaching for a big red emergency button on the wall. Linda laser-blasted a hole through his hand. "Ahhhgg," the doctor cried out, holding onto his cauterized wound. "I was going for the file cabinet! Remember?" "Oops," Linda said with shrug. The doctor proceeded to thumb through the files and extracted a folder for Linda. He held against his chest protectively. "Is that everything?" Linda asked. "Yes. This is the complete profile. It contains everything that we know about you. Family history. Medical history. All of the experiments, in detail." "Give it to me." "Remember. We had a deal. I inserted your targeting disk and showed you how to activate your weapons. I will give you the file. I will help you escape. As long as you promise to let me live." "I promise," Linda confirmed. The doctor handed her the file. Linda was tempted to pour over the contents immediately, but handed the folder to Lucas instead. She needed to keep her focus on their escape. "Protect this with your life," she told Lucas. "I will," Lucas promised. "How many people are guarding this facility?" Linda asked the doctor. "Anywhere from thirty to forty, at this hour. You don't need to worry about that. As long as you are with me, we can exit without any trouble." "You forgot one thing, doctor," Linda began, pulling down the top of leotard to reveal her nipples, glowing at full intensity. "I like trouble." "Wait! We had a—" Linda fired off a double-pulse and exploded the doctor's head into a puff of ash. His lifeless body hit the floor with a thud. Lucas' face was frozen in shock as Linda turned to him. "What?" she asked with a shrug. "I lied." "How are we going to get out of here without the doctor?!" "We are better off on our own. I didn't trust him for a second. I escaped before. I can do it again." "Okay, then. Let's lock and load," Lucas said, scanning the room for anything that could be used as a weapon. "That reminds me. I brought something for you." Linda pulled the doctor's scoped pistol out of her legwarmer and handed it over to Lucas. "Be careful. These bullets can kill me." "Okay, ready," Lucas announced, attempting to hold up the gun with confidence. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Linda asked, glancing down. "Right. Clothes." Lucas rushed over to the doctor's body to pull off his pants and lab coat, trying to keep from barfing at the sight of his cauterized neck stump. He dressed in the doctor's clothes and stuffed Linda's file into the front of his pants, tightening the belt to secure it. Linda burst out laughing as she looked over Lucas' ill-fitting disguise. Lucas joined on the laughter. "What's so funny?" he asked. "I don't know!" "Oh shit! The gas!" Lucas remembered. He scrambled over to the gas tank and closed the valve. "We should get out of here before we breathe any more of this stuff." "Okay, stay close behind me," Linda instructed. "Don't shoot unless you have to. Let's keep this q-q-quiet," she struggled to say without laughing. Linda picked up a tiny mirror from the medical cart. She cracked open the door and angled the mirror to see that there were four men patrolling the hallway. They had automatic rifles strapped over their shoulders and coily wires attached to earpieces like secret service agents. "I see you," Linda whispered. Linda aimed for the security camera first and blasted it, distracting the guards with the small spark-filled explosion. The guards rushed over to the camera and Linda did a cartwheel out into the hallway, firing off four perfect headshots and dropping their bodies dead before her feet hit the floor. "Clear," she whispered to Lucas. Lucas followed Linda out into the hallway. The door in front of Linda suddenly flew open. Another doctor in a lab coat strolled out of an operating room, whistling nonchalantly. He froze in front of Linda and opened his mouth to yell out. Linda punched her fist right through his mouth and out the back of his head, splattering gore onto the tile floor. "Whoa," Lucas whispered. The nasty kill sobered him right up. "Little help?" Linda asked, struggling to pull her fist out of the guy's head. Lucas held onto the body securely while Linda put a leg against the doctor's chest for leverage and yanked her hand free. She wiped her hand off on the lab coat. "We are going to need this," Lucas said, handing over the doctor's security badge. "Good thinking," Linda agreed. She shoved the badge into her legwarmer. Linda peeked into the room that the doctor had just exited and gasped when she saw the man on the operating table. "Rico!" Linda blurted. She ran over to him and removed a gag from his mouth. "I thought you were dead!" "Thanks, baby. You're my hero," Rico said, looking around the room in confusion. "I owed you one," Linda reminded him. Lucas dragged the doctor's bloody corpse into the operating room with them and locked the door securely.

"Where are the rest of the Miyagis?" Linda asked Rico. "You're looking at 'em. The last Miyagi. My boys went down in the glory of battle. The last thing I remember was a big pile of ninjas clobbering me to the ground. Then I just woke up here. I don't know why these jabronis bothered to spare me." "How do you know this guy?" Lucas interjected. "He's a friend," Linda explained. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" "No... we need all the friends we can get." Linda pulled down her top, aimed her sights at Rico's wrist and ankle restraints, and laser-blasted them open. "Holy Toledo! That is a sweet trick," Rico said. "There's more where that came from," Linda assured him. She helped Rico up from the operating table and he balanced himself for a moment, trying to regain his equilibrium. "What in the hell is this place?" Rico asked. "It's an old auto factory, not far from where I first met you," Linda explained. "They are performing medical experiments. You are looking at one of them." "Sorry to hear that, toots. Just get me a pair of nunchucks and we'll kill our way out of this joint." "We are fresh out of nunchucks," Lucas informed Rico. "Who's the kid?" Rico asked. "I'm not a kid," Lucas shot back, causing Rico to smile with amusement. "This is Lucas. He's with me," Linda interjected. "He is the only person in the world that I trust." "You can trust me, baby," Rico assured her. "Sure I do," Linda agreed. "I trust you to stay close. I trust you to stay quiet. I trust you to let _me_ do the killing. Got it?" "Whatever you say," Rico agreed. Rico pulled off his hospital gown, showing off the big hanging dick between his legs. Lucas looked away and Linda couldn't help but giggle at his discomfort. Rico dressed up in the doctor's clothes. He tore a ribbon of fabric off of his hospital gown and tied it over his forehead like a bandana. "Come on, kid, let's rock 'n roll," Rico said, slugging Lucas on the shoulder. Lucas rubbed his shoulder and waited for Rico to the exit the doorway before whispering, "Asshole." The three of them quietly made their way to the end of the hallway. Linda used the doctor's security badge to open a door and peeked out with her mirror. They had managed to find the loading dock. They were up on the second floor where the whole perimeter was surrounded by a metal balcony that overlooked the ground level. There was a maze of cargo crates and boxes all over the floor. Armed guards were everywhere. Linda thought back to her previous escape, wading through the fuzzy memories to try remember how exactly she managed to get out alive. "I killed everybody," Linda whispered. "Excuse me?" Lucas asked. "That's how I got out last time. I killed every last person in the room and walked right out the door. And that is what we are going to do now." "That's what I'm talkin' about," Rico blurted in the background. He punched his fist through a glass case on the wall and pulled out an emergency fire axe. He dropped back into a karate stance and swung the axe around a few times to get a feel for it. He didn't seem to care that he was bleeding profusely from the knuckles. "Shhh!" Lucas whispered. "You could have set off an alarm!" "Nah, don't worry. I didn't hear any alarms." "Who says that you would hear them?" "Quiet, both of you!" Linda scolded. They sneered at each other like school boys and gathered behind Linda to see what her next move would be. "There are a lot of guards in there. It looks like they are just hanging out, waiting for the worst case scenario," Linda said. "That scenario has arrived," Rico confirmed, taking another practice swing with his axe. "You two, stay behind the door," Linda instructed. "I'm going to clear the entire room. That balcony gives me the perfect vantage point." "Roger," Rico confirmed, resting his arm on Lucas' shoulder. "I'll babysit." "I hate you," Lucas said. Linda pulled down her leotard and the men glanced down at her breasts, forgetting all about their troubles for a few beautiful seconds of ogling. Linda cracked open the door just wide enough to slip through and crawled across the balcony on her hands and knees towards the nearest guard. Linda could see through metal grating down to the ground floor. Her targeting system was locking in on every head in the room. If things got noisy, she was going to be ready. She aimed at a guard on the balcony and waited patiently for the red target to lock in. She fired a laser blast across the bridge and blew off the top half of his head. The guard's body fell limp onto the railing and hung there like he had dozed off. Linda turned to aim at another guard in the opposite direction. She blasted a hole through his forehead and a loud shrieking alarm echoed through the warehouse. The guard's body toppled over, revealing the emergency button that she had just triggered. "Damn it!" Linda cursed. "It's GO time." She stood up to reveal herself to the guards that were scrambling across the warehouse floor. "Want to have some fun?" Linda yelled out, showing her breasts to them. A cluster of red targets locked in on the men below. Linda fired off a blitz of pulses and incinerated the nearest ten men like they were ants under a magnifying glass. Heads exploded. Charred body parts blew off of their bodies. Uniforms caught on fire, causing them to run around and scream as they burned alive. "Game on!" Rico announced, pushing open the door to join Linda on the balcony. "Get down!" Linda yelled at Rico. She tackled him just as a storm of bullets began pulverize her position on the bridge. "I told you to wait," Linda scolded. She remembered that the doctor had only applied one layer of impact shielding to her skin and winced from the painful bursts of pressure as she shielded Rico from the bullets. Meanwhile, Lucas heard the sound of approaching boots stomping on the tile floor. His tiny dose of nitrous had worn off and all he could feel was pure terror. He aimed his pistol into the hallway and waited for the guards to appear. His hands were shaking and sweat was pouring down his forehead. "Forgive me God, Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Vishnu, Einstein," Lucas whispered as he looked through the gun scope and rested his finger on the trigger. An armed guard ran out at full speed and Lucas was distracted by a loud swooping sound. An axe flew through the air and smashed into the guard's forehead, splitting his skull and squirting a geyser of blood up to the ceiling. "She sent me back to the kids table," Rico explained with a shrug. "Happy to help." Rico yanked the gun out of Lucas' hand and aimed at the next three guards. He fired off several rounds and the bullets exploded on impact, blowing off arms and legs and splattering heads wide open. "Whoa! This gun is a fucking reaper!" Rico handed the gun back to Lucas. "Next time, don't hesitate. Even you could hit a target with this thing." Lucas looked down in horror at the gun in his hand, now even more intimidated after seeing what it could do. "These fuckers stood guard while they turned your friend into laser-tits. I say kill 'em all," Rico insisted. "Kill 'em all," Lucas agreed. Another guard came running out and Lucas aimed the gun and fired, exploding the guard's head into mess of red goo. "Nice shot!" Rico said. They ran over to the pile of bodies and Rico reclaimed his axe. Lucas scanned through the pile of body parts and torsos. He looked down at the neck stump of his first kill and vomited all over his feet. "I'm never going to kill again," Lucas swore, wiping his mouth with a sleeve. Another guard flew around the corner and fired at them, grazing Rico's cheek with a bullet. "Die, motherfucker!" Lucas yelled, firing off five shots in row. The guard's arms, legs, and head exploded and he was nothing but a torso by the time he hit the floor. "The second one is always easier," Rico said with a shrug. "C'mon, kid. Let's go check on Aerobatron." "What did you call her?" "Aerobatron." "Okay… that's kind of cool." Back in the warehouse Linda was cartwheeling across the balcony and dodging bullets. She decimated guard after guard on the ground floor until the spray of bullets finally stopped. She paused for a breather and listened in closely. All she could hear were moans of pain from the dying and disfigured men on the ground. "Clear!" Linda yelled out to Lucas and Rico. They came rushing through the door with their weapons in hand. Lucas noticed that Linda was breathing heavy and resting her hands on the balcony railing. "Are you okay?" "I'm overheated. I'm out of juice," Linda warned. "Hot damn!" Rico blurted as he surveyed scores of obliterated guards, strewn out across the floor. "Did you leave anything for us?" "Yes," a deep voice reverberated through the warehouse. Linda and the guys dropped for cover. They heard the sound of slow, deliberate steps approaching from the floor below. "It can't be—" Linda whispered. But it was. Striker revealed himself from the shadows, resting a large cannon on his shoulder. His trademark eye patch was gone and both of his eyes were glowing bright red. "Surrender now and you can avoid meeting my new friend," Striker offered, patting his laser cannon affectionately. "Cover me," Rico said, darting across the balcony towards the stairs. "Nooo!!!" Linda yelled in slow motion. She reached for Rico's leg to try and stop him and narrowly missed. Striker turned towards their voices and laser sights beamed out of his eyes to scan the area. He fired his cannon. The explosive eruption of green light collided with the metal balcony, spraying flaming debris through the air and annihilating everything in its radius. Linda and Lucas dove from the explosion and slammed hard onto the balcony. The gun flew out of Lucas' hand. He felt around for Linda's folder in his pants and breathed a sigh of relief that it was safe. Linda and Lucas stayed flat on their chests, praying there would be a second shot. Striker scanned the balcony for signs of life while Rico slid down the bannister of the stairs behind him. "We have to cover Rico," Linda whispered. "Agreed," Lucas said. Lucas crawled over to his gun while Linda stood up to fire tit-lasers at Striker. Striker was only mildly irritated at the zaps of Linda's weakened laser pulses. Rico raised his axe and Striker dropped to knee and swung his cannon around. He fired off a bright green pulse and Rico's entire body exploded into a pile of red embers. His ashes floated over the scene like snowflakes. "Rico!" Linda screamed out. She ran off at full speed to avenge him and Striker fired a pulse at the balcony just in front of her. A huge ball of green fire and sparks erupted as the metal grating split in half. Linda dove over the gap and caught on to some pieces of hot metal. She struggled to hold on and winced from the pain. Her grappling abilities had been completely removed. Striker fired another pulse at Linda as she dangled. She let go and fell down onto the cargo boxes below. The blast hit the wall above her and chunks of brick and steel rained down. When the dust settled, Striker approached the rubble to scan for Linda's body. "My offer is no longer valid," Striker announced. "You can't surrender. You can't hide. The only thing you can do... is die." Linda threw a piece of brick across the room and Striker turned to fire at it like a clay shooter, blowing it into a million pieces. She used the distraction to crawl through a maze of dripping, molten metal and busted brick, looking for a clearing. Linda cringed with every move she made, knowing that a tiny noise would be all it took to invite a final, fatal pulse from Striker's cannon. Lucas looked through the scope of his pistol, trying to steady a perfect shot from the balcony. If he missed, he would most certainly be dead. He noticed that Striker had a disc slot on the top of his head, just like Linda. It was the most vulnerable spot. Just as Lucas locked in his shot a knife flew out of nowhere to knock the gun out of his hand. Lucas turned to see that Estrado was flipping open another butterfly knife. Before Estrado could throw it, Lucas ran at him and leapt into a jump kick. He slammed his heel into Estrado's chest and sent him staggering backwards. Estrado quickly recovered and swung his blade at Lucas, slicing through a few layers of the file folder that was resting against his stomach. Lucas got into a tiger stance. He snap-kicked Estrado's forearm, knocking the blade out of his hand. "Lucky shot," Estrado said. He pulled two more blades from his belt and flipped them open. "I will see your fancy kicks and raise you two stabs to the pancreas." Estrado lunged forward with a blade and Lucas dove out of the way, falling onto his back. He did a back-roll towards his gun and reached for it. Estrado threw a knife and it pierced into Lucas' hand. Lucas groaned out in pain and reached for the gun with his other hand. "Don't move, or I'll put the next one in your throat!" Estrado warned, holding up his other knife. Lucas glared in anger at Estrado. He was cornered. In state of mortal panic, all he could do was try and buy himself some time. "Why aren't you wearing your uniform like the other guards?" Lucas asked, looking over Estrado's chainmail vest. "After you've been in a knife fight with an entire Nicaraguan death squad, you lean towards protective clothing." Estrado explained. "Speaking of clothes, yours look awfully familiar. Where's the doc?" "Flatlined." "Oh well. We'll find another one," Estrado said with a shrug. He lifted Lucas to his feet and slammed his body up against the wall. He noticed the folder tucked into Lucas' pants and pulled it out. "Wait, don't!" Lucas pleaded. "Don't what?" Estrado threw the folder over his shoulder without giving it so much as a glance. Linda watched helplessly from her hiding spot as the folder's contents rained down from the balcony. Pictures and documents fluttered through the air and fell down into a messy pile in the center of the floor. "Come with me, nice and quiet, mi amigo. I don't want to cut you anymore than I have to. You're the last live target that we have." Something caught Lucas' attention from the ground floor. Two glowing pink circles. "Those knives of yours are pretty rad, but don't you think they are a tad ineffective?" Lucas asked Estrado. "I mean, people are shooting lasers around here..." Linda blasted laser pulses into the back of Estrado's head and they blew out of his eye sockets. Lucas could see through Estrado's skull to the other side of the room. The knife fell out of Estrado's hand and his body slumped to the balcony. "Told ya." Striker was quick to hone in on Linda after she gave away her position. He fired several pulses in her direction, blasting holes through steel beams and concrete walls like they were made of paper. Linda burst out of her hiding spot and zigzagged across the floor, jumping over cargo crates and piles of rubble. She could feel the heat of Striker's relentless laserfire on her back as she dodged one blast after another. The warehouse was starting to look like the leftovers of an aerial bombing raid, giving Linda even more options for cover. Lucas knew better than to try and pull the knife out of his hand. He left it where it was and picked up his gun. He aimed for the top of Striker's head again, shaking from the incredible pain of his stab wound. Lucas nearly had a lock when Striker turned to aim his laser cannon right back at him and fired a pulse. Lucas dove for his life as the balcony exploded under him. The pistol flew out of his hand and plummeted to the factory floor. All the debris from the explosion crashed down on top of him. Linda watched in horror as Lucas was buried alive under the explosion. With Striker distracted, she took her opportunity to run up behind him. She swung her foot between his legs and punted his groin like a football. "Ahhhggg!" Striker groaned, falling to his knees. "Did I find a weak spot?" Linda reached for his cannon and he whipped it around to bash her in the head, knocking her across the room. Before Striker could lock in his aim, Linda hurled a giant concrete block and it smashed against his forehead. She ran towards him at full speed and slammed her shoulder into his chest, knocking him to the floor. "V step!" Linda yelled, stomping on his groin with a basic aerobics move. Striker groaned in pain as she mercilessly crushed his balls. He swung his cannon at her and she caught it. Their eyes were locked in fiery hatred and their muscles were bulging as they struggled for control of the cannon. "Sorry about your balls. My trainer taught me to pound the landing. You might remember him..." Linda stomped on Striker's groin again and the cannon slipped ever further out of his grasp. "I'm remember him," Striker said. "He talked big. But he was soft. Just like you." Striker grabbed a pipe with a chunk of concrete attached to it. He slammed it against Linda's skull and she stumbled away, losing her grip on the cannon. Striker was so disoriented from pain that he fired his cannon at Linda and missed, exploding the wall behind her. Linda was pummeled by blocks of concrete as the entire wall collapsed. She groaned in agony as the relentless pileup knocked her down to the ground and crushed her body. She tried to kick and crawl her way out, but the weight on her legs was too much. Linda looked up only to see deep inside the barrel of Striker's laser cannon. Striker couldn't help but let out a laugh when he saw the hopeless look on her face. He wanted to milk the glorious moment for all it was worth. Linda knew it was all over. Her chest was pressed flat against the floor, rendering her weapons useless. She stopped struggling. She let her body go limp. All she could do was look over at the photos and papers that were scattered across the center of the floor. The contents of her life. Striker noticed her distraction and stepped on the back of her neck to pin her head in place. "You're awfully interested in that paperwork," Striker taunted. He fired his cannon into the pile, blowing the photos and documents them into a storm flaming confetti. Linda screamed out from under his boot. She watched the little pieces of burnt documents and photographs fly through the air. A single picture survived the blast and fluttered down to her, mostly intact and flaming at the edges. Linda looked into the eyes of a young couple. A handsome man in a military officer's uniform and his beautiful, curly-haired wife. They posed proudly with their little girl who was dressed like a ballerina. Linda could feel her parents gazing back at her, right through her eyes and into her soul. Tears poured down her cheeks. "I warned them, but they wouldn't listen," Striker gloated, resting the barrel of his cannon against Linda's forehead. "Girls can't be soldiers. They're too emotional. You aren't ready for combat and you never will be. Consider this your honorable discharge." "Linda!" Lucas yelled from across the room to get her attention. He tossed her the prism from his busted gun scope and she reached out to catch it. "I prefer dishonorable," Linda said, holding up the prism in front of her face as Striker pulled the trigger. Striker fired a laser pulse into the prism only to have it deflect back at him. A scorching wave of heat exploded against his body. It toasted him like a campfire marshmallow and blasted him clear across the room. His body slammed into a wall and fell limp onto the floor. The room was filled with the disgusting stench of burnt flesh. Linda swatted at her family picture to extinguish the flames and held it against her chest. As Lucas limped out of a pile of rubble and over to Linda he was alarmed by the sound of a radio in a nearby control room. "Striker. This is unit one five eight niner. We are in position. Do you need backup? I repeat. Do you need backup?" Lucas stumbled over to the radio and attempted his best Striker impersonation. "The situation is contained. Over." "Roger that." Lucas rushed over to Linda and shoved the rubble off of her legs piece by piece. He helped her to her feet and she cringed at the sight of the knife in his hand. "You're wounded!" Linda said Lucas, grabbing him by the wrist. "It's not that bad, I think it'll be okay—" Linda pulled out the knife and zapped his wound with a laser to cauterize the wound. "Ow! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! I mean… thanks!" They turned to Striker's body on the other side of the room and cautiously approached him. He was breathing his last wheezing breaths and looking as crispy and charred as Linda's family pictures. The laser cannon melted into his skin and become one with his arm. He was so disfigured and in such agonizing pain Linda almost felt sorry for him. "Go ahead. Kill me," Striker said, spitting out a black glob of ash and blood. "Your files are toast. You'll never know who you really are." Linda aimed her sights at the balcony over Striker's head. "I know who I am." Linda blasted the metal railing and a jagged piece of steel fell like an icicle, stabbing into the disc slot in Striker's head with a sick thud. His red eyes powered down into lifeless black orbs. "I'm an aerobics instructor and I have a fucking Aerobathon to win." **** _Tonight's regularly scheduled COX TV programming will be interrupted so that we can bring you the following special broadcast..._ "Live from Cox Studios in Motor City, get rrrready to Aerrrrobicize!" the TV host announced dramatically into the microphone. Dance music exploded through the speakers and scores of women in sparkling sequin leotards flooded the stage. They were followed by a group of musclebound hunks. Everyone broke out into an elaborate workout sequence. The men juggled giant kettlebells. Women danced in unison to the music. "Welcome to the third annual Motor City Aerobathon! Featuring contestants from across the globe who will be competing for the title of Motor City's best aerobic athlete! And remember folks, the winner takes home the gooolden leotard!" "I'm sorry, what was the name again?" the woman at the registration table asked. "Linda Lockhart." "You're not on the list. Besides, I can't let you in anyway. The broadcast is already live." Linda flipped open Striker's wallet and slammed a fat wad of hundred dollar bills on the table. "Look again." "Oh, there you are, Linda!" the woman corrected, pointing aimlessly at the registration sheet. "I'll notify the producer that we have a late arrival. Go through the hallway behind me. The dressing room is the third door on the right, and hurry!" she directed, scrambling to shove the cash in purse. In the meanwhile, Lucas ducked under a velvet rope and made his way down the hallway towards the backstage. He followed a group of production assistants and stage hands, trying to blend in with them. "Mr. Dobson is going to have our fucking asses if we don't get that stage set changed after the commercial break!" one of the production assistants warned the others in the group. Lucas peeled off from the group slipped through the door of the television control booth just as someone else was exiting. "Hey, who the hell are you?" "Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you?" Lucas countered. "I'm Phil. The sound engineer." "Well, Phil, I'm Mr. Dobson's nephew. He sent me in with a tape," Lucas explained, handing over the 'Luscious Linda' cassette tape. "He is going to have your fucking ass if you don't kick on the laser light show twenty seconds into the song. Capisce?" "Laser lights for Luscious Linda, no problem," the engineer assured Lucas. "Let's hear it for Bodacious Brenda!" the television host announced to the roaring applause as Brenda exited the stage. "Well, that does it, folks. The judges will now consult on their verdict...wait..."—the host paused to listen in closely to his ear piece—"The show isn't over yet. Everyone please welcome to the stage, our final contestant of the night… Luscious Linda!" Linda stepped out from behind the curtain. She was dressed in the first leotard she could find on the dressing room rack, a light blue number that matched her heavy eye makeup. The roar of the crowd was overwhelming. She nearly fainted under the bright lights. The host extended a welcoming hand to Linda as she approached him. Her mind went completely blank in the moment. She felt like a schoolgirl about to give a book report for a book that she didn't read. "What is your name, young lady?" the TV host asked, snapping her back into reality. "Luscious Linda. Duh," she responded, getting a roar of laughter from the crowd. Linda remembered why she was there in the first place and focused in on the box seats for her target. "How long have you been aerobicising, Linda?" "As long as I can... remember," Linda replied. Finally, she spotted the face. Frank Cox wasn't even paying attention to the stage. He was arguing with an usher over his shoulder. His wife was sitting at his side, looking away in annoyance. At any moment Frank would turn back to the stage and recognize Linda. She waited patiently for her moment. "Well, I wish you the best of luck, Luscious Linda. Let's see what you've got." The TV host stepped away and Linda was all by herself in the spotlight. The lights dimmed. She turned her back to the crowd and they applauded and whistled at the site of her sexy thong. Her music started in slowly, with soft keyboard tones. The singer began the first verse... ♫ Can you feel it? The music takes control ♫ Linda turned dramatically to face the crowd. She put a single foot on the step aerobics platform, teasing the start of her workout routine. The crowd cheered with excitement. ♫ Bodies moving The sweat runs through my soul ♫ Frank looked down at the stage and scrunched his eyes in disbelief. Linda stared right back at him with an intense glare. His words from earlier that evening ran through her head. _"The best assassin isn't a nobody. It's a somebody. Somebody in the public eye, such as an Aerobathon champion. Somebody who people would never suspect was a cold-blooded killer."_ A catchy beat pounded the speakers and colorful laser beams shot out in all directions. Linda could see the moment of realization on Frank's face. She basked in every glorious microsecond of his baffled reaction as he watched her on stage. She saw his lips mouthing the words "What. The. Fuck." Linda fired a pulse from her nipple, blasting a hole through her leotard. The laser flew the crowd unnoticed among the colorful light show and penetrated into the center of Frank Cox's black heart. His head fell forward and hung lifelessly. Frank's wife yelled out for help and ushers rushed over to check him out. All of the commotion around dead Frank Cox was nothing compared to the roar of the crowd at the sight of Linda's exposed nipple. The TV crew scrambled around, trying to figure out what to do about the wardrobe malfunction. Linda could hear the host arguing backstage with the producer. "Cut the broadcast! Now!" the producer yelled. "Let her dance, goddamn it! The crowd is eating it up! Keep those cameras rolling!" the host insisted. Linda powered through her routine and the audience started clapping to the beat. Linda could feel them responding to her every step, every stretch, every thrust. She performed moves that no one had ever seen before. She held a handstand on a single arm and did pushups. She did a sequence of ten cartwheels in a row, landing in the splits. "We are cutting the broadcast! This is a fucking disgrace! There is a nipple on television for everyone to see!" the producer yelled from backstage. Linda did a backbend and fired a laser pulse from her other nipple to singe a rope in the rafters. A sandbag fell down and knocked the producer unconscious. "That settles that," the TV host said with a shrug. He turned back to the action on stage. Linda showed off both of her nipples to the crowd and they erupted with applause. In the final seconds of the song she did a double backflip off of her step platform and stuck the landing with a smile. The cheering and whistling was deafening. The entire studio audience was on their feet. A grip lost control of his microphone and it toppled onto the stage. An old woman in the front row fainted. Frank Cox's body was being wheeled out of the building by paramedics and not a single head in the room turned to give it the slightest attention. Linda was still frozen in her final pose as the TV host broke with tradition and rushed to the stage to instantly announce the winner. He sang Linda's name into the rafters. She fell to her knees with tears streaming down her cheeks. She turned to see that Lucas was cheering from side of the stage and she reached out to him. After all of the killing, fighting, and explosions she endured, it was the feeling of pure joy that finally paralyzed her. Lucas ran onto the stage to help Linda to her feet. A smiling entourage of models swarmed around them, handing off a crown, a bouquet of flowers, and the shiny leotard that appeared to be woven out of pure gold. Balloons and confetti floated down from the ceiling. "Linda, I think I speak for everyone in this room and everyone at home when I say that we have witnessed aerobics history here tonight. What do you have to say to the people at home?" the TV host asked her, handing off the microphone. Linda was still in a state of shock. She looked out in the audience, half expecting to see the faces of friends and family looking proudly at her, only to remember that she would find neither. She squeezed Lucas' hand as she responded. "This was for Joe." **** Lucas used a giant pair of scissors to slice through a red ribbon. The crowd cheered and the reporters snapped their photos. The newly remodeled storefront sign read "Action Aerobics 2: This Time It's Personal". "The doors are open!" Lucas announced. A sea of young women flooded into the gym and they swooped Lucas inside along with them. He was in a daze as he answered questions from reporters and signed up member after member after member. "Is it true that Linda Lockhart is a silent business partner?" "That's just a rumor," Lucas assured the reporter. "Where is she? When will she come out of hiding?" "I can't say. I haven't seen her since the Aerobathon." "Lucas!" Donna yelled out to him from the locker room. "I'll be right there," Lucas ran over to the locker room and Donna pulled him in through the door. "Where are all the clean towels?" Donna asked with her hands sternly at her hips. Lucas looked around the room with a dropped jaw. It was full of naked and half naked women, changing into their leotards. Everywhere he looked a new bra was being popped open or a pair panties were being pulled down. "Just kidding!" Donna said. She peeled off her shirt to show off her enormous breasts. Donna's topless friends crowded in beside her. One of them was holding a cake. "Happy grand re-opening!" they said in unison. The locker room erupted with applause. Lucas' boner practically burst through his pants at the sight of the girls getting down onto their knees in front of him. "Sorry girls, busy day. Can I get a rain check?" "Boo!" "Come on!" "Can we just do a quick blowjob?" Lucas ran out of the locker room and burst out the gym doors to get some fresh air in the parking lot. All the reporters had finally left. It was just him and gym full of eager, horny women. Now that he was running the gym, their advances were going to be relentless. As much as the prospect excited him, he would trade every hardbody in that gym for one woman, if he could. A rope swung down from rooftop and lassoed Lucas by the torso. "What the?" He felt the hard tug pull him right off of his feet and fling him onto the rooftop. "That was unnecessary. I would have been happy to meet you up here," Lucas said as Linda unwrapped him. "What's the fun in that?" Linda asked. "Besides. I have to practice my rope work. I can't climb buildings like I used to. "Do you want to come down check it out the gym? The reporters are gone now. You could be our special guest instructor." "No. That isn't fair to—what's the new girl's name?" "Rhonda." "Yeah. Rhonda," Linda said with an eye-roll. "Besides, I'm hiding for a reason. Frank Cox was just the beginning. He had ties with some serious organizations. As long as I live, they will be hunting me. And you can be damn sure I will be hunting them back. Also, I need to keep my distance from you. I don't want to put you in any more danger." "I understand. But we can continue to see each other in private?" "Lucas," Linda began with a gulp. "I'm leaving Motor City." "No, you can't!" he begged. "Yes, I can and I will. I'm going to track down human experimentation wherever I can find it. I need to help other people like me. I have to put my power to a purpose. Maybe along the way, I'll find out who I really am." "But you already know who you are. You are an aerobics instructor. And you have an Aerobathon title to defend. And you are the woman that I love." "Oh, Lucas," Linda consoled, taking his hands into hers. "You know that I care about you more than anyone else in this world. I'm sorry that it has to be this way. I can't pretend that I'm cut out for a normal life. Let some other girl win that Aerobathon title. Me? I'm going to go wherever the hunt takes me. Hopefully somewhere warm." "Wherever you go, whoever you meet, they will be lucky to know you. I'll never forget you." "Don't be so dramatic. You will see me again," Linda assured him. She brought him in for a hug and they lingered for several minutes, fighting back the tears. "Do me a favor, Lucas?" "Anything." "Don't you dare mope around and waste any of your precious time worrying about me. Life is too short. Go down there and run that gym. Finish school. Do whatever makes you the happiest. I know Joe would be proud either way." "Okay," Lucas agreed. "One more thing." "Yes?" "Promise me that you are going fuck as many of those aerobics sluts as you can." "I promise." "In the ass." "I promise. If that's what they are into." Linda and Lucas broke out into laughter. "Wish me luck, Lucas." "You don't need luck, Linda. You've got the heart of the lion." **** _Port of Miami 3:30 AM_ "In Japan it is better not to bow at all, than to bow badly," Sato explained to Kane, trying humiliate him ahead of the negotiation. "Thanks for the tip. I'll keep that in mind next time I visit the massage parlor," Kane replied. He glanced across the loading dock to make sure that Sato wasn't hiding any additional men among the shipping crates. "Did you come alone?" Sato asked. "Of course, as we agreed. I'm unarmed," Kane assured him. "You got the stuff?" Sato signaled one of his armed goons to approach Kane with the briefcase. The goon cracked open the case and the Kane looked over the contents, unable to contain his excitement. "Don't be fooled by the size. These are the most powerful of their kind," Sato explained. "

Go ahead and examine them. We will wait." The men swapped briefcases and Sato's goon returned to his side inspect the stacks of cash. "Put away the guns, will you? Let's keep this friendly," Kane suggested. "As you wish." Sato said, cracking a suspicious smile. He waved his hand and his men lowered their weapons. "Normally, we only deal with government. For your price, we make an exception. The world's smallest and most powerful green lasers. Ready for human testing. Are you satisfied?" "My employer will be very satisfied. We have a deal," Kane announced, fastening the briefcase securely. Sato started laughing and his goons joined in. The whole group of men were laughing at the Kane's expense and he had no idea why. "Then I assume your employer won't mind paying double for your safe return?" Sato asked. "After all, what good is the technology without the man who knows how to use it?" The laughter stopped abruptly and the goons aimed their guns at Kane. "I'm afraid I am not the one who does the negotiating," Kane explained, pointing over to the approaching motor boats. The men in the boats were aiming rocket launchers and Gatling miniguns at Sato and his men. "They do." Sato's goon tapped him on the shoulder and flipped through a bundle of cash to show Sato that there was nothing but stacks of green paper under the initial hundred dollar bills. "New deal," Kane announced. "I take the briefcase. You go back to your home country alive. Or dead. Makes no difference to me." Men on both sides yelled threats and curses at each other and loaded their weapons. In the midst of the tense standoff a dark figure, perched like a cat on top off a shipping container, caught Kane's eye. Bright flashes of pink light flew across the dock and blasted holes through Kane's men on the motor boats. Laser bursts collided with stashes of ammo and hand grenades, erupting both boats into fiery explosions before the men could fire off a single round. "Who the fuck?!" Kane blurted, in awe of what he assumed was Sato's hidden assassin. That was, until the woman cartwheeled right into the center of Sato's men. Linda did a ballet spin on the ball of her foot, blowing holes through their heads and raining their blown-off body parts through the air. The flashes of gunfire lit up the deck and bullets whizzed in every direction. Kane dropped to the ground for cover. A severed arm landed in front of him, still squeezing the trigger of an Uzi and firing shots out into the water. "Shi-ne!" Sato screamed in Japanese, pulling the pin on a grenade. Linda did the splits and fired a laser into Sato's grenade, blowing off his entire upper torso in a gory explosion of guts and shrapnel. The lower half of Sato's body fell off deck and splashed into the water, signaling the end of the slaughter. Kane shivered with shell shock as Linda pulled him up to his feet. She lifted him up into the air by his throat while his limbs flailed wildly. He couldn't believe what he was seeing: a knockout brunette in a golden leotard with perfectly sized holes to expose her nipples. She yanked the briefcase out of his hand. "I kept you alive because I need some information," Linda explained. "I'll tell you anything!" Kane begged. "I'm new in town. Can you recommend a gym?" (roll end credits) ♫ Can you feel it? The music takes control Bodies moving The sweat runs through my soul Now I'm tingling From my bangs down to my toes Nipples burning The heat subdues my foes♫ ♫ Aerobatron Move your body to the beat and dance until dawn Aerobatron Push your pulse to the limit 'til the last song Aerobatron The streets belong to the strong♫ ♫ Modern woman With parts made in Japan Don't need clothing Working on my tan Thirst for danger Take me by the hand Revolution It's time to take a stand♫ ♫ Aerobatron Move your body to the beat and dance until dawn Aerobatron Push your pulse to the limit 'til the last song Aerobatron The streets belong to the strong♫ (Saxophone solo, 4 measures) ♫ Aerobatron Move your body to the beat and dance until dawn Aerobatron Push your pulse to the limit 'til the last song Aerobatron It's time to get your vengeance on♫ (chorus repeats, fades out) filmed in Sweat-o-Vision "Heart of the Lion" Music and lyrics by master Copyright ©1985 masterandmargarita Performed by The Street Survivors Courtesy of Ex-Lax Records "Aerobatron" Music and lyrics by master Copyright ©1985 masterandmargarita Performed by Whitney Gibson Courtesy of Glitter Records Thanks to: Rhonda's Workout World The Motor City Film Office The Motor City Police Department and Sally's Spandex Emporium for Linda Lockhart's tailored leotards ** _AEROBATRON_** Copyright ©1985, ©2017 masterandmargarita All Rights Reserved ** Also Available from VHS Classics ** The girls of Pi Delta Pi sorority are warming their new house with a lingerie sleepover... and you're invited! Rhonda is going. "Girls, this is what they call a fixer upper. A few days of work and it's going to be totally rad." Tina is going. "We are going to tease, tease, tease until he cums in his pants." Stacey is going. "Teddies are sooo in. I'm going to wear one too." Phoebe is going. "I'm open to other stuff too." "Other stuff? Like butt stuff?!" "Yes. Butt stuff is okay." When a group of nerds try to infiltrate the house, there are more than a few surprises in store for them... "Meet my new neighbors. Do you see that tall brunette with the fluffy bangs?" "Do I ever! She is looking pretty bodacious in that tube top. I can almost make out her nips!" "Grab your fedora, Corey. We're going surveillance shopping." "You dweebs are gonna get caught for sure." **GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE CUM… The Movie** Available now on video and laserdisc. _This story is pure fantasy, considerably different for my story of Robert and Patrick. You may note one similarity, Adam lives in a lake side house as did Patrick. This is an interracial gay story that depicts a well endowed black man who discovers his passion and affection for his white friend._ Adam's Spring of Interracial Love Spring approaches with warming sun melting the remaining snow, robins show up, flocks of migrating birds are overhead homing in on northern summer nesting spots. The air is fresh, still cool but surely the warming rays foretell the comfort of summer days, picnics, bon fires at the lake, vacations, and afternoons with friends and neighbors. All this Adam looked forward to. Adam, me, is a typical mid twenties guy, out of college holding a bachelor of science degree, and working whatever jobs he can get in the current economy. He earns most of his money in the underground economy that is growing rapidly, nothing illegal like drugs, just making money that can't tracked for taxation. Not a fitness freak, I am healthy, like to walk and bike for exercise, have a little excess weight but I do have a waist. I eat healthy and do give into temptation - pizza, burgers, but not more twice a week. I like beer, probably a hold over from college, and do have a pallet that enjoys a good scotch as well. Scotch taste and beer budget, that's me. I'm told that I'm a chick magnet, but I'm not into the dating scene, clubbing, playing relationship games, I'd rather cut to the chase. Truth is, the chase I cut to, is my homosexual desire. No one knows I'm gay, but I'm also sure some suspect it. The only friends I have are guys and most of them are gay; I don't hang out with gay guys who flaunt being gay. My parents have a lake cabin on a couple acres of land, I live there almost rent free, I do have to keep the property clean, mowed, and presentable. I'm the youngest in the neighborhood and almost everyone else is thirties and forties. Only a couple neighbors are single and they have girl friends. Recently, I've found an attraction to a guy I met at one of my paying jobs. He has some behaviors that cause me to think he is gay but I don't push the issue. I told him about a party Saturday at the cabin telling him to come down if he felt like it, he seemed interested and plugged the address into his maps app. Saturday arrived with sunshine and comfortable temperatures, perfect for a spring bar-b-cue party. Those coming would arrive around two in the afternoon giving me time to get food onto trays and staged in the refrigerator. I put beer in one cooler and soft drinks in another. About noon I was able to clean up, hit the shower, shave, and dress. Weekend dress is usually jeans and sweatshirt on a warm spring afternoon and today was no different. Shortly before two, a couple cars pulled up, the usual crowd was filtering in. The first car held three friends who were mostly straight, mostly meaning they preferred girls over guys but would swing the other way if they felt like it. The second car held two guys who were gay and a couple. A few minutes later another car with another gay couple. Then about ten minutes after two, a car I recognized as Bret's parked. Bret is my work mate whom I'm feeling attracted to. Since he was new to the group, I took ample time to introduce him to everyone, get him a drink, and get him comfortable. I think he figured out that most of the crowd was gay, or bi, yet he didn't say anything one way or the other. I got the burgers on the grill and laid out the fixings, chips and dip were out already with beer and soft drinks. While I checked the burgers, Bret walked over to grill. "Hey, Dave, thanks for inviting me. This is a comfortable group to hang with. I don't know how you knew, but I am gay but sometimes have trouble being myself." "I wasn't sure, Bret, just noticed mannerisms. If you're comfortable, then just let things happen. By the way, I asked you to come because I like you and feel an attraction." I hoped I hadn't gone too far but the truth was out. Bret just looked at me with smiling eyes, I guess the feeling was mutual, I hoped. "We'll see what happens," Bret remarked. "Keep your eye on the burgers not my ass." I wondered how he suspected that I liked his butt, I guessed it was round, firm, and tight, not easy telling in loose fitting shorts. I was hoping for a long, firm, thick cock also. The party continued into the evening as usual. The drivers quit beer and switched to soft drinks, Bret was still enjoying beer, that was a hopeful sign. Folks started loading up and heading home by 9:30 in the evening. This group was great to party with because they helped clean up the mess. After the last car load left and it was Bret and I, we grabbed another beer. "My rule, Bret, no drinking and driving. I won't let you get in your car and drive unless your sober." "Well, truthfully, this is my fourth beer all day, I'm not drunk. I am staying because I feel comfortable with you. When guys find out I'm gay, they start hitting me like I'm fresh meat. I've been picked up a couple times but I didn't enjoy it. You are just letting me hang out and not trying to get me naked." "Does your family know your life choice?" I was concerned for him, his admission had all the ear marks of risk. "No, hell no. They think I'm saving myself for the right girl. They are religious and there is only one kind of sex." Bret was nervous and it sounded in his voice. "How did your family take?" I reached out to Bret, put my arm around his shoulder. "My family is pretty liberal but they didn't take it well at first. They thought I was going cross dress, and go flaming gay. That was my parents thought, my sister was a lot more cool about it. My parents have finally accepted my choice." With my are around his shoulders, Bret leaned into me, "This the most relaxed I've been in weeks. You make me feel good, happy. I want to feel this way all the time." "I wish people would accept me." Bret was tensing up while speaking these thoughts. "I'm accepting you, you are still here, I have my arm around your shoulders, you are leaning into me. Are saying that is not accepting?" I wanted to be soothing and at the same time direct, Bret was conflicted about himself. "Bret, I think you are in a state of denial still. You know you are gay but you don't want to accept it. Its something we all go through." Bret sighed loudly and straightened up a bit. "You're just trying to be nice because you want to fuck me! I'm just an ass with a hole. Everyone is the same and you too." I slipped my arm off his shoulder, stiffened a bit, "I guess you have made your decision, since you're not drunk, you can take off. I'll see you in a couple days at work." I stood, started cleaning up the coolers, putting the beer and soft drinks in the refrigerator with the other left overs. "I've ruined it haven't I, Adam? You were trying to be honest and I didn't want honest. I wanted to believe what I wanted to believe. Can I stay?" There was a hint of pain and crying in Bret's voice. "That is up to you. I like you but you're head just isn't screwed on tight. We could have a fun night but I don't think you're ready for that step." I continued cleaning the coolers, dumping ice, rinsing them to put away. "I don't like bottom." Bret's statement was very of fact. "I don't being used for my ass hole by ass holes. I do like top and am pretty good at satisfying a guy." I had not heard any clothing noise while cleaning the coolers. When I turned to Bret, I saw him naked in the middle of the room. His cock was hanging semi limp at almost eight inched long and it looked thick. I wanted to be nonchalant about seeing his cock and letting him see my desire for a big one was fulfilled. I grabbed my beer and took a drink. "Okay, Bret, what do you have in mind?" "I just want you to see me. I'm not all cute butt. I have a tool designed to fill an ass full." I took another drink of beer while looking into Bret's eyes. "And, you're thinking that I'm impressed with your cock, maybe afraid of it? Bret, you have a lot to learn about being gay and about your cock. Pull up your pants and sit down." Bret was still in defense mode, "So, I am too much for you, you can't take a real man." "Let me add, shut the fuck up!" I was getting pissed at his behavior, so insecure about himself, he was acting a fool. "You met Steve today, right? And, you know the stories about big black cocks, right? In Steve's case they are true and he is bigger than you. Are you catching on you insecure fuck head? Grow the fuck up!" I wasn't sure, maybe I'd gone too far. I watched as Bret bent to pull up his pants noting what appeared to be shame on his face. "Steve is a careful and considerate lover. It isn't about pounding cock up someone's ass, its about creating a condition in which a man or woman wants to feel you inside them. I want to feel your cock inside me but not until you learn that sex isn't just fucking." "Adam, how do I learn that?" Bret's voice was soft, his eyes cast down slightly avoiding my eyes. "You have already begun the lesson. Men and women both enjoy foreplay. Maybe foreplay leads to sex, maybe it leads to mutual masturbation without penetration. How did you feel with my arm around your shoulders?" Bret's expression brightened. "That was foreplay? I enjoyed your touch." Bret was now being inquisitive, like the lights were coming on. "No, that was not foreplay but it could have lead to foreplay." Bret came to the table where my beer was resting. He carried his beer with him, took a sip, sat the beer down, and sat himself. I followed his lead, sipped my beer and sat across from him. "Foreplay is sensual touching, hugging, kissing, letting hands explore one another's bodies. It is opening up to feeling the other feeling you and getting turned on because your partner is turning you on and getting turned on. I'm guessing, you've never had foreplay or you didn't know how to react to it." "When someone touches me, I get nervous. I feel like all they're doing is trying to get me ready to fuck." "Well, that is part of it. If you come off as cold, all you get is fucked. You don't enjoy being a bottom, you already told me that, have you ever been a top?" "I tried once but the guy said I trying to hurt him." "Bret, sphincter muscles and the anus cannot produce natural lubrication. You have to prepare a guy to receive your cock. If you just try gabbing into him, he will throw you off. I like big cocks in me, I want to feel stretched and full. I like bareback anal and feeling a guy cum in me. That is a great pleasure to me." "Will you teach me?" Bret was being sincere in his question and deserved an answer. "Yes. But first we have to take care of hygiene. We all take hot showers, use soap, wear clean clothes but anal sex requires we are extra careful to clean our sphincter, clean our anus, douche to remove fecal matter from our anus. You have to make sure no scat is present. You want to go to the bathroom and learn about hygiene for anal sex?" "I'm doing any anal douche, that's fucked up. I'm not sticking some water hose up my ass and turning on the tap." Bret went right back to his defensive mode of communication and I had my fill. "Bret, time for you to go home, you haven't heard a word I've said tonight. You are stuck in defensive mode, you don't want to learn. You are hung up on some kind of phobia that you have to overcome by yourself. I can't break through your shell until you're ready to come out of your shell." "Yeah, okay. I think you're talking crap anyway. Fuck you, good bye." Bret grabbed his jacket heading for the door. As he was leaving I said, "I hoped you would fuck me good then say bye. There are many good articles online to help you understand anal sex, read some. I'll be around." I closed the door as he jumped into his car and sped away. ******* It was several days later that I went to work at my part time job where Bret also worked. I was getting into the daily assignments doing a lot of grunt work today. Bret was supposed to be on too, I asked where he was only to discover he hadn't come to work for a couple days. Something about having to get over a bad cold or flu. I was quite sure he was sulking, maybe he was checking out articles about enjoying gay sex, or he was just being stubborn about facing me. Another weekend came, this weekend Steve and I had a date that would last the whole weekend I hoped. Steve got to the lake about 7:30 Friday evening, we planned to hit a couple night spots and work our way back to the lake. "How did it go with Bret," Steve asked. I answered with the truth, "I wanted to him to fuck me, he is nicely endowed, no competition for present company though. Your hardware and skill is not about to get beaten." Steve and I were not exclusive, we liked to enjoy other opportunities but I knew him well, knew how to please him, and knew how to please me. As we left, I gave his package a squeeze, "I'll squeeze harder later." The first club was not considered a gay club although many gay couples went there. It was a club of patrons who didn't care about sexual orientation. The music was R&B and Jazz mostly with some soul thrown in. Drinks, even on weekends, were priced fair and they served a good mix of hot snacks and light meals. Steve and I got a patty melt platter and beer. We were talking, checking out the crowd and visiting with different people we knew. We never stayed at any one place longer than a couple hours, tonight was no different. Around 10:00 we left for the second club we planned to visit. As we were leaving, I noticed Bret walking in with a fairly attractive young woman. As we passed each other at the door, I made sure to say hello and tell him he missed a couple days work, we were busy, and could have used his help. Bret didn't say much other than hello. "Steve, that boy is way fucking confused, I think he is off my list. Lets hit The Spot." The Spot was our next destination, it is a gay joint with a good mix of gay men and women. It is the place you go to mingle with average gays and the flaming flamboyant cross dressers and dykes. It is The Spot. We arrived about 10:45 and saw a line waiting to get in, "How long is the wait," Steve asked the doorman. We learned it would be over two hours, this knowledge made us change plans as we loaded back into the car heading back to my place. Steve piped up, "I should have remembered it was freak night, that's why the place was busy. I hope your not upset we didn't get in." Steve was being his usual self, thinking about the other person. "I am not upset, besides, I know where you can get in without waiting, but we have to get back to my place first." I laid my hand high on Steve's thigh to find his cock snaking down. "I can put this one eyed monster to good use," I squeezed his cock a little and felt it respond. "Adam, how do you really feel about me? I mean color, I'm black." I looked at him as we drove. "I like you because you care about your partner, want your partner to enjoy sex with you. It isn't like you just want to get off, you want us both to get off. I'd be a liar to say I don't see you as black; however, I prefer to see you as a sensitive gay man who can make me feel the joy of gay sex. And, your magic wand, your joy stick, your big black cock, is a thing of great pleasure to me." Steve remained quiet for most of the rest of the ride. As we pulled into the drive at my house on the lake, he finally spoke again. "Adam, I don't want to frighten you, I am attracted to you more than physically. I think I could have a life with you." He looked at me with a mix of fear, lust, and love. It was not a combination I was used to. "Steve, that does not frighten me. My worry is that with the job market tight, I may not get a good paying job soon. I'd be afraid to have a lover and not be able to provide my fair share. I'm living here because it unburdens my parents, I just barely pay bills and buy groceries." "How would your parents react to you having a lover who shared costs with you? I mean me living with you and sharing costs, and sharing... well, sharing." Steve said this as we unlocked the door and entered the house. "That would be a big step, a step we can explore after we've had the night to think about it. I feel much affection for you too, Steve." Closing the door, we embraced each other, shared a warm kiss that foretold more passion. Steve's passion was already beginning to show. Taking each other's hands, we walked toward the bathroom for a shower. "Steve, let me see you in the shower, I want wash your body and get clean for you. I can't tell you how much I want to make love with you, have you in me deep and warm. Are you ready?" We stripped our clothes leaving them in one big pile, something like we were going to be soon. We showered together letting the hot water loosen our muscles. We soaped each other paying careful attention to our very special areas. Earlier, I had douched several times to rid myself of dirt in my ass but slipped another douche in just in case. Steve was not offended by my action, he knew it was hygiene and wasn't really dirty. As we stepped from the shower and began drying, Steve tried to poke a little fun at me. "Slow down Steve, I'll take care of that raging tube steak, but you need to lube me up." Naked and ready for hot deep, satisfying sex, we fell onto the bed. We embraced, Steve's hard cock was at full length that I knew was about eleven inches and well over two and three-fourths inches thick. He humped his hips against my cock, his magnificent man meat rubbing against my stomach. We explored our bodies, touching, feeling, tasting, smelling. I was ready to receive the delightful punishment he was going to give my ass. "Steve, lube me up, use your fingers to get the lube deep." Steve squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and spread my ass cheeks. I felt his fingers making my sphincter wet. The same fingers began spreading my whole and making my anus wet as far inside as his fingers could reach. He deposited another glob on my sphincter and rubbed it into me deeply again. "Now, Steve, its time for us to unite." I felt his movement over me as I lay on my stomach. I spread my legs giving him a clear opening. Seconds later his massive cock head was pushing against my ass. I pushed back against him feeling his shaft make initial entry. I involuntarily squeezed against him, the initial entry sent a shock through my body. Panting, I begged him for more. Slowly, Steve entered me. He was spreading my opening and filling my bowels with hot hard cock. He was going slowly allowing me to adjust to his size. Even though we've fucked many times, it always took time for me to adjust. After several minutes of slowly sliding in a little out a little and in a little more, Steve was at full length into my bowels. I knew about prostate milking and hoped Steve would keep pressure on my prostate as he did his dick dance on me. He withdrew about half way and pushed back. He wasn't thrusting, just pushing, keeping pressure against me and in me. I knew he was capable of long love making and hard fucking. Tonight he was love making until I begged for him to fuck. I have no idea how long we were making love, the pressure on my prostate was building and I knew soon I would be leaking much semen as my prostate got milked. "Oh Steve, please, fuck me now. Give me every hard inch you have." Steve paused a moment as he braced himself on his arms. Then I felt almost his full length abandon me, I was empty and wanted to be full. He knew I wanted to be full and in one swift hard stroke I was full, the air forced from lungs. Driving hard like this, I knew Steve would reach his climax soon, that his wonder wand would blow a huge load of his sperm into my waiting bowels. "Adam, oh fuck Adam this is good. Your ass is so good." "Don't stop your attack, fuck me as hard as you can. Oh fuck Steve, I'm having a prostate orgasm." I began to scream into my pillows as my ass contracted against the driving force that was taking me. I kept squeezing as my anal orgasm washed over me. Steve was starting to cry out telling me he was going to cum and with one more hard thrust, he hit my ass with his pubic bone and locked in place. His orgasm was hitting him hard as he continued to cry out for several seconds. When it was all over, he collapsed onto me, his cock still buried in my depths, his sperm flowing deep into my bowels. "Stay there Steve, don't take your cock from me." I felt his kisses on my shoulders and back of my neck, he was still mostly hard even after the release he just had. My sphincter was sore from the stretching but I was still lubricated. I wasn't sure I was ready for another round of sex although Steve was moving his hips against me in a gentle rhythm. "Take it easy, Steve. You really used me that time, I'm a little sore, squirt some lube around your cock but keep it in me, it feels so good." After giving himself and me some more lube, the soreness subsided; he was gliding slowly into me and returning to full size. I've always been a bottom and Steve made me understand how good it feels to be his bottom. We moved in sync with each other, I was realizing my very real affection for him. "Steve, I really enjoy your company, not just the sex." He was still rotating his hips into me but with longer strokes. "Oh fuck the sex is good. Oh fuck the sex is so good." Steve was building up the pace. "I to us to be exclusive, a couple, I don't want to share you. Will you be my man?" Steve paused in his love making, "I thought you wanted a night to think about. Are you sure? I want that too." He began his pace again, we moaned into each other as he picked up speed. His thrusts were long and deep, not pound into me but building to another release of his man juice into my man hole. "Adam, I'm there, oh fuck Adam, I'm there." He exploded hard and with almost as much sperm as his first shot. We were satisfied. "Lets get some sleep, we're going to be busy getting your stuff down here later." We kissed and passed out asleep. We didn't wake up in time to move anything. Tomorrow?

There were very few college classes I ever enjoyed as much as Karla Dietz'. I had been introduced to Shakespeare in middle school, loved the twists and turns of the stories, so I was already pre-disposed towards the classics. Professor Dietz taught two Shakespeare classes, one on the Tragedies and one on the Comedies, and a separate seminar on Dickens. There were many reasons, other than the undeniable fact that she was a fantastic teacher, that Professor Dietz' classes always filled up quickly at registration. She had a light way of bantering with her students that was a refreshing change from the stuffy, upper-crust attitudes many of our professors projected. She had no trouble discussing her bar-crawls in Shakespeare's hometown of Stratford, her "shit-hole" of an off-campus apartment, her hiking and love of outdoor sports, or her increasing hearing problems due to the many concerts she attended (I'd actually run into her, much to my surprise, at an AC-DC concert. I was shocked when she offered to share a joint with me). We commiserated with her when she broke up with a boyfriend midway through my first of three classes with her (and I doubted there was a single guy in the class who wouldn't have been ready and willing to take his place, myself included), bemoaning the fact that at age 26, her biological clock was loud and clear in her ears. She acted like a _real person_, not some pompous automaton. Of course, I've neglected to mention the fact that at five foot eight, blessed with a pretty round face, clear brown eyes, long straight light-brown hair, and voluptuous curves, she was quite gorgeous. She knew it, too, and used it to her advantage. She favored tight blouses and sweaters that accented marvelously large tits, even tighter skirts and high-heeled boots that showed off every curve of her ass and muscular legs. It was no wonder that her class register was rarely less than eighty per cent male. I would hardly call myself a nerd. At six feet and 175 muscular pounds, I loved sports and swam and jogged regularly. I wanted to really test myself by having a double major of literature and social sciences, and enjoyed the intellectual stimulation of the class discussions. But I really liked my English classes the best, as I loved creative writing and interpreting classic literature. I had taken all three of her classes, and if there was such a thing as "teacher's pet", I was definitely it. I wouldn't say I kissed up to Professor Dietz, but I always challenged her in class, discussing different interpretations of the literature we were discussing. After the first class I took with her, she became my staff advisor. She had told me more than once that she looked forward to my papers perhaps more than anyone else's in her classes, since she found them not only well-written, but also interpretative and inquisitive all at once. She told me that she thought that with my analytical ability, I could go into the writing or even teaching fields. I came from a family of educators, and actually _was_ planning to become an English teacher myself, so I found her words to be high praise. It was the day of my last class with her. I was now a year away from graduation, secure with my 3.8 GPA and knowing I was about to pull my third A+ from Professor Dietz, and looking forward to my summer break. I had one foot out the door of her class when I heard her say behind me "Hey Mike, got a sec?" I walked back over to her desk, where she was going through some papers. "As usual, you did a bang-up job this year. I've grown to expect great things from you." "Thanks, Professor Dietz. I've always enjoyed your classes, you know that." "Do you have any plans for this summer?" "Not really. Just thought I'd freak around the neighborhood, swim, jog, gig out with my band. Nothing major." "How would you like to help me out, and earn some money in the process?" I couldn't believe my ears. "What would you like me to do?" "I have a couple of articles I'm working on. One is about the romanticism in Shakespeare's plays. When I started it, you popped into my mind almost immediately." I must have flushed bright red. She put her hand to her mouth and gave an embarrassed laugh. "That didn't come out quite right, did it?" I laughed too. "It sure didn't!" She continued. "Sorry about that. Anyway, I have need of a research assistant – somebody whom I can bounce ideas off of, who can help me write the article – it's about 20 pages – and critique. I can pay you, say, $10 an hour, cash, off the books, for about four hours a day, Monday through Thursday afternoons. It's easy work. Knowing you, it'll hardly be work at all. We'd be doing some of it in the library, but most of it at the'shit-hole'. 'Research assistant' looks awfully good on a résumé. 'Published author' – I might even give you a co-credit on the article – looks even better. Sound like something you'd be interested in?" I couldn't believe I was actually being offered a chance to work with my favorite professor. "I-I-I'd do it for FREE, Professor Dietz!!!" I stuttered out. She smiled, pulled out a piece of paper and began scribbling. "Great. Here's my address and phone numbers. May I have yours?" I tore off the bottom of the paper she'd given me and wrote down my information. "And by the way, Mike, since we're going to be having a different kind of relationship than student-teacher, we can drop the formalities. Please call me Karla. I'll call you in two weeks and we'll start then." Right on time, two weeks later she called and asked me to come over to her house. Her "shit-hole" was exactly the way I imagined a college professor's apartment would look – books piled everywhere, dishes piled in the sink – and an absolutely spotless, neat writing desk. I brought my laptop with me and showed her how I could network my computer with hers so that we could easily share information back-and-forth. She laughed while I was doing this: "I'm such a computer dummy. I had NO IDEA that we could do this wirelessly." "That's the idea of Wi-Fi. We're creating a way that we can link several devices together so that they can exchange information over a private network. I'll bet you didn't know we could do this with your iPad and your – and my – cell phone too." "REALLY? And I thought I was pretty savvy. I can see I'm going to learn a lot from you this summer, Mike!" It didn't take me long to find an online research library at England's Cambridge University, with a treasure-trove of information about the plays she wanted to concentrate on. We had a lot of long, deep discussions about the romantic aspects of Shakespeare's plays, and looked up articles and books in the Cambridge library to back up our assorted theories. As the assistant, I diligently took notes on my laptop and then copied the information over to Karla's computer. One afternoon particularly concentrated on one of my favorites, _Romeo and Juliet_. This conversation was typical of what we used to do in class, but would later stay in my mind for a variety of reasons that had nothing to do with education. "So, Mike, you believe that the kids had an ulterior motive, other than just the true love they had for each other, to get together?" "Absolutely. Juliet was being forced into a marriage by her parents, who were only interested in power rather than their daughter's happiness. They were, for lack of a more delicate term, trying to kiss the Prince's ass. Juliet didn't love Paris and probably never would. Romeo wouldn't know true love if it hit him over the head with a brick. He was, like so many of Shakespeare's other characters, 'in love with love' – in other words, the idea of _being_ in love rather than knowing what love really is." "That's a very cynical point of view for someone who's just getting into the field themselves." "I'm not going to claim _I_ know what 'true love' is, either. I'm only 21, and have only had a couple of'serious' girlfriends. Besides, how can a 17-year- old like Romeo who's never known true love suddenly come to feel he knows it? Plus, he's with the daughter of his family's greatest enemy. I'd say that they were driven to each other, knowing that it would never work. They may have _wanted_ to get caught, to piss off their parents, since they were each with the worst possible person they _could_ be with, from their parents' point of view." "Wow, that's so deep, Mike. And yet I feel that you're missing the point of the play – the whole idea of 'love at first sight'. Don't you feel that there _might_ be such a thing?" I sniffed. "Never saw it, don't believe in it. Believe me, Karla, I understand _exactly_ the point Shakespeare's making. I just don't agree with it." Her response was to sit, stare at me for a minute, and play with her hair. It seemed to me like she was _very_ deep in thought. I typed up a synopsis of the conversation we'd just had and copied it over to her computer. I finally spoke up. "Are you mad at me because I disagreed with you, Karla? You _have_ always encouraged me to think for myself." She got up, tousled my hair a bit and said, "And if you do that for your own students, my young friend, you're going to make one hell of a teacher." She told me to wrap up what I was doing, shut down and call it a day – although it seemed to me like she was reluctant to have me go. The mood the next day was different. Karla had always acted very professionally when we were together. She rarely dressed in anything more revealing than a sweatsuit, and had _never_ touched me except to shake hands and tousle my hair that one time. But today – and I didn't think anything more of it because of the 90 degrees of the mid-June day – she was wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt against which her large tits, sans bra as I could clearly see her quarter-sized brown areoles through the fabric, pushed. Instead of pants, she was wearing denim cutoffs. She looked at least five years younger than her 27 years – and more like a co-ed than a professor. She seemed preoccupied when I arrived, and I noticed a half-finished bottle of wine on her kitchen table even though it was barely past lunchtime. She would pour herself a small one once in a while during our research sessions, but today she was slugging it back pretty well. She offered me a glass, which I declined. Her windows were open and she had a fan going, but it didn't diminish the heat in the room one bit. I saw that her air-conditioner was plugged in and seemingly functional. I was wondering a bit if keeping the room hot was a deliberate act on her part. About two hours into our work, she rolled a joint, lit it, and took a long drag, after which she offered it to me. I took a couple of hits and then passed it back to her. My curiosity had finally gotten the better of me. "Karla, what's the matter? I think, after two years, I know you well enough to know that something's bothering you." She shook her head. "I saw my ex this morning while I was jogging. He was letting another woman into his car." "Yeah, so? You guys have been broken up for a pretty good spell now." She sighed. "I really was kind of hoping that we might be able to work it out. Seeing that really kind of put a period on the whole thing for me. I always thought that he would be the perfect guy for me." Trying to get her mind back on track, I said to her "Look at Duke Orsino in _Twelfth Night_. He didn't notice how Viola felt about him. Keep in mind, she was in male drag and couldn't reveal herself, but it was so patently obvious that even as a 'friend', she showed very strong feelings for him and he was too blind or self-absorbed to notice. Plus, he was pursuing a woman who'd made it quite clear that she wasn't the slightest bit interested in him. Sometimes the thing you want the most is right in front of your face and you don't realize it – until it's too late." I was talking about literature. I didn't think I was in any way being suggestive. "So you're suggesting that if you have strong feelings about someone, you should just act on them, because you don't know how many chances you're going to get." "Precisely. You never know what tomorrow is going to bring." "That's what I've always liked about you, Mike", she said. "Straight shooter, right to the point, and always gets to the heart of the matter. I have to say, from the moment you came into my class, talking with you I _never_ felt like I was talking to some jerky schoolboy. You always _acted_ like a man – and always made me feel like I was talking to an equal." Weed definitely has a way of removing my inhibitions, as well as making me _massively_ horny. I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth next. "I have always admired you as a teacher. You are my wise mentor, my intellectual _sensei_. I don't think like the vast majority of my classmates, who were _only_ trying to figure out how to get you into the sack." I hesitated, then just blurted out: "Not that I didn't harbor those thoughts myself." We stood almost simultaneously and gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Although every fiber of my body was telling me what I was about to do was as wrong as wrong could be, I couldn't help myself. I walked the two steps towards her, put my hands on her waist and kissed her softly on the lips. I backed up to watch her reaction, which I _really_ thought would be anger, shock and/or an order to leave her house at once. What I _wasn't_ expecting was that in two deft motions she would lift her t-shirt over her head, then unsnap and step out of her cutoffs. "KARLA!" I spat out, stunned at what I was seeing. Her name would be the last word I would speak for a considerable period of time, as she walked up to me, grabbed me around the neck with both arms and forced her tongue deeply into my mouth. I was too surprised to resist – not that, in my wildest fantasies, I hadn't imagined this moment while lying in bed or standing in front of the toilet, my hand wrapped around my cock and imagining Karla in my mind's eye. I held her around the waist as our tongues explored each other. Our mouths melted into each other. The heat of the day was nothing compared to that emanating from my sexy English professor. This was really the first time that I had allowed myself to think of her as a _woman_, not as a teacher. She led me over to her bed. I started to say something but she put a finger to my lips, letting me know that I'd said everything that needed to be said and that the time for talking was long since over. She quickly untied my gym shorts and let them fall to my feet, then lifted off my shirt as I undid my sandals. I was standing in front of her in my underwear, my swollen six inches stretching the cotton and yearning for freedom. She lay down on the bed with her legs spread wide, her fingers separating the labia and showing me the dripping pink tunnel that was to be my paradise. She smiled up at me, wordlessly inviting me in but telling me that once I committed, there was to be no going back. There was no second thought. I dropped my underwear, leaned over, and slid into her moist tunnel with complete ease. In seconds I was hopelessly submerged deep in her yawning womanhood. She pulled me closer, wrapping her arms and legs around me, and cooed, "Oh, Mike, how BIG you are! Give it to me HARD!!! Show me what a hard hot cock you have!!" I pulled out about three inches, then just as quickly slammed back into her steaming pussy. She yelped with pleasure and held me tighter. I did it again. Hard squeeze with her legs. Then I just simply pounded away at her with complete abandon. She shrieked, "Oh, MIKE MIKE MIKE!!!! I LOVE how you fuck me!! AGAIN!! AGAIN!!! FUCK ME HARD!!! HARDER!!!" I felt her shudder and moan as she was enveloped in orgasm. She bucked her body up against mine, bit down on my shoulder, and raked her nails along my back. Of course, this just gave me incentive to maul her even further. I heard her rising cries of passion as she held me even tighter, almost crushing the breath out of me and driving me even further to try to cool her unrestrained lust. She clutched me by my ass cheeks and pulled me even further into her, even though I thought I was buried up to the hilt. I drove hard against her, felt her shaking again as she grasped my body, and pushed my head into her shoulder as she screeched out "MMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEE". Her vaginal muscles practically crushed my cock as I pummeled her. I suddenly felt the building avalanche within me, thrust even deeper, and exclaimed "AAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" as I trembled and pushed huge gobs of scalding semen into her. When my climax passed, we looked at each other. Even though I was softening up and we both felt the remnants of our exertions puddling between her legs, neither of us moved. Both of us were drenched in perspiration. We could feel our hearts hammering against each other. The look of consuming passion in her eyes, and the warm smile on her face, told me everything I needed to know. She opened her mouth slightly, lips parted, tongue soft and alive, and I leaned in towards her. The kiss lasted for what seemed like hours. When we could finally let each other's lips go, I again opened my mouth to say something. Again, Karla put her finger against my lips, stopping me. She said, "I know exactly what you're thinking, because I'm thinking it too. Let's just enjoy each other." I got off her and lay down next to her, spooning against the curve of her back and her sexy, naked ass. I wrapped my arms around her, occasionally massaging her stomach and tits or playing with her nipples. She purred contentedly like a kitten, which may have been the sexiest sound I had ever heard in my life. She turned around, embraced me, opened her mouth and enveloped me in another long, wet, tongue-filled kiss. She lay her head on my shoulder, closed her eyes and in moments was breathing deeply and softly. I stroked her hair as I watched her rest. After a while, thinking our work was done for the day, I started to get up. Instead, Karla tightened her grip on me, and looked pleadingly, hopefully, into my eyes. Her embrace and her expression screamed out but one simple word to me: _Stay._ I reached down and felt between her legs. Her pussy was radiating heat and soaking wet. She gave me a warm, satisfied smile, reached down and held my hand in place. I flicked out a long finger and slightly massaged her throbbing clit. She arched her back, threw back her head and moaned softly. Karla then climbed on top of me, her beautiful round ass on my chest, bent down and took my expanding manhood completely into her mouth. If someone had come into the room at that exact moment and shot me point-blank in the head, I don't think I could have died a happier man. She sucked gently, softly, in no hurry to do anything except make me feel good. I lay back, listening to her soft slurping and feeling her hair brush against my lower torso and legs. She liked to take as much of me as she could in her mouth, hold it as she swirled her tongue around my full length, then let go, take a deep breath, then plunge her mouth back down. Her full, round ass, less than a foot away from my face, was pivoting gently as she serviced my cock. I massaged her white butt-cheeks briefly, then held onto her hips as she quickened her pace. I heard her moaning increase. My gasping and squirming must have told her that I was close to climax, because she stopped, turned completely around – her face red, perspiring and positively exuding pure animal lust – and breathlessly whispered "Fill my pussy up again. Let _me_ take _you_ this time!" I saw her raise her pelvis, and quickly engulf my throbbing manhood with her hot, soft love nest. She wrapped her arms around me, lay down on my shoulder and simply let her hips do all the work, as she gave me a ride I wouldn't soon forget. Her slick vagina seemed to be bubbling as she slid up and down on my rock-hard cock. I grunted and moaned as bolts of erotic electricity surged through me. She once again engulfed my mouth with hers, and our tongues darted back and forth, engaged in a primal dance of pure, unadulterated carnality. We could not separate our guttural utterances, as we both seemed to be trapped in the same plane of pleasure. I suddenly felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on my manhood, and her whole body shook as she screamed out her lust-cry to the world. She waved her head and her sweat flew off her in every direction. I could see the ecstasy on her face as she lowered herself to me, flicked her tongue in and out of my left ear, and bounced her pelvis on my cock with renewed vigor. "OOOOHHHH, GAAAAHHHHHD MIIIIIKKKKEEEE IIIIII WAAAANNNNAAA MAAAAAAKKKKE YOOOOOUU COOOOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEEE!!!!" she bellowed as she sucked desperately on my manhood with her soaking, dripping love tunnel. I felt the tickling begin in my lower region, felt the pressure boil up into a full-blown detonation, then bucked my hips and grabbed her around the waist as I felt one, two, four, six... too many shots to count, as I injected one blast of cum after another into her. My wordless exclamations – "YAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!! YAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!" – were soon silenced by her tongue shooting into my screaming mouth. As I slowed down and she pulled away for a moment, I looked at Karla and saw, mixed in with her and my perspiration, tears streaking down her face. "Why are you crying, Karla?" I reached up to wipe the tears away. "Because that is by far the _best_ sex – certainly the most intense orgasm – I have _ever_ had. Oh, my GOD, you are absolutely amazing!!" She looked down at me, still crying, but with an enormous, contented smile on her face. I was still trying to catch my breath, and I said, "I can only say I'm amazing because of who my partner is." I brushed some long hair out of her face. "It's getting late. Would you like to order some dinner?" She answered, "I think we just skipped right to dessert. Did you have any plans for tonight?" How was I supposed to respond to a question like that, when the person who asked it was still sitting on my dick, which was still throbbing inside of her? I looked at her, massaged her ample breasts for a moment, and finally said "Let me go to the bathroom, then call my parents to tell them I'm going to be out tonight. Did I have plans? I guess I do now." The whole time I was on the phone with my mother – around five minutes or so – Karla had her mouth wrapped around my cock and was trying to suck me back into readiness. We never quite got back to our day's research. We made love twice more that night. I awoke the next morning, as if from a long, amazing dream, to find my intellectual _sensei_ lying in my arms, disheveled, naked, and with the most peaceful, gratified expression that I had ever seen. After I showered and put my clothes back on, I came back into the living room to collect my laptop and say my goodbyes. I saw an envelope on top of my laptop. I opened it and counted out the cash inside it as Karla watched me with a longing gaze. I pocketed $20 and handed the rest back to her. "But Mike, we agreed on ten dollars an hour. You've been here since one o'clock yesterday afternoon. That's $200 there." "That's kind of insulting," I answered. "As far as I'm concerned, the clock stopped running the moment we kissed each other. I wasn't sure I should have done that, but now I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I made love to you because I wanted to – because we _both_ wanted to. If you're paying me for the time we spent having sex, then that makes me a gigolo. I'd like to think we mean something more to each other than _that_." Karla rushed towards me, threw her arms around me and kissed me all over my face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm SO sorry, please don't be mad at me!!!!" she said in a headlong torrent. "I wasn't thinking and I didn't mean it and I don't want you to hate me and, God help me, I don't want you to go and I know you have to, but I want to make sure that nothing changes between us!!!" "Whether we like it or not, Karla, _everything's_ changed." She began to cry. "You don't want to be my research assistant anymore?" I smiled at her. "Only if you don't want to be my 'professor-with-benefits', or whatever the hell you want to call it." She almost collapsed with relief. "Mike, I want you to understand that in a million years, I never even _thought_ that we would have anything but a professional relationship. But I also want you to know that whatever winds up happening this summer, I know I won't regret one second of it. Please tell me you feel the same way." I held her face in my hands and kissed her gently on the lips. "I knew I would be happy working under you!!" We both laughed at my very obvious _double- entendre._ As God is my witness, it took every bit of strength I had to walk out her door that morning. I wouldn't say we had sex _every_ time I went over to Karla's house after that. Just most times. Sometimes twice or three times. She seemed to be as insatiable as I was. I learned after a couple of weeks that I should pack some extra clothes in a knapsack on Thursdays, as (I would be telling my parents) I would be staying over at Karla's for late-night research sessions. My folks were no dummies. They knew exactly what was going on, as I'd described Professor Dietz to them when I first took her class and pronounced her a "mega-hottie." There were no rules at the college about professors fraternizing with over-21 students (as long as the student wasn't taking the particular professor's class), so we weren't doing anything illegal. We even actually found time to research the articles. One Tuesday, Karla called me in the morning and told me she was cancelling our research session for the day. However, "I'd like you to come over to my place around 5:30, and dressed nicely. Do you have a decent sport jacket and slacks?" "Of course. What's up?" "There's a function of the English department at the college tonight. I've been asked to give a two-minute talk about the research we've been doing. Of course, there's _certain_ parts of it I'm going to edit out." "Of course." "I'd like you to come as my research assistant, and as my date. It'll be boring as all hell, but you'll get a nice meal out of it. Bring your backpack, and your laptop. I promise I'll make it worth your while when it's over. We can get started with our research bright and early tomorrow." Promptly at 5:30, I was in front of her apartment door. I knocked twice. The sight that greeted me as the door opened stunned me almost as much as when Karla had first stripped in front of me. Karla was dressed in a strapless navy-blue sheath dress, zippered down the front. The whole thing looked as if it had been painted on her. A generous amount of cleavage showed above the zipper. The dress showed an equally generous amount of leg, ending barely six inches below the crotch. Her hair had been done up, pinned back and piled atop her head in a wave. She was perched atop five-inch platform pumps. Her makeup was impeccable. Her ruby-red lips were inviting and kissable. She looked less like a teacher and more like a fashion model. I nearly dropped the single red rose I had brought for her. I developed a raging hard-on within microseconds. She came up close to me, breathed hotly into my ear and cooed softly "I'm covering this with a white shawl at the dinner. It may be a little too hard- core for the stuffed shirts of the college. But I want you to know that I wore this specifically for you, and that I fully expect you to rip this off me the second we get back here." Hearing that, of course, did nothing to help my erection. It was our misfortune to be seated at a table with Professor Hamm, the resident poetry "expert". I put that in quotes because he had recently been named Poet Laureate of the United States and had read some of his poems for Congress and at the White House. This title made the man even more insufferably arrogant than he already was. I personally found his poetry to be sappy, sugary drivel. I had taken a couple of his classes, getting the only two B's I ever got in my English classes. I'd had to fight hard for one of them, which I'll explain later. Anyway, as we sat down, Hamm couldn't resist one of his snide comments. "Robbing the cradle, huh, Dietz? And that dress – don't you think that's a little excessive for a department dinner?" Karla's look darkened as she responded. "Mike's here as my research assistant. He's been doing a marvelous job. I wouldn't be able to complete this article without his help. In fact, I'm putting his name on it as a co-author. What do you think of _that_?" I couldn't help but add "What's the problem, Professor? Jealous that Karla's sitting next to _me_ instead of you?" Hamm ignored me and snorted (yes, I know – ironic name, equally ironic action), "I hope his research skills are better than his poetry!" I wasn't going to take _that_ little jab lying down. I proceeded to tell the story of my first class with him – how he'd consistently given me low grades on my poetry, which usually consisted of song structures: verse, verse, chorus, bridge, verse, chorus or variations of that. He wanted my poetry to not always rhyme, not always span common meter – in other words, to write like _him_. I tried to reason with him, saying "I don't want to write like you, I want to write like _me_. Isn't poetry supposed to be an _individual_ expression?" He didn't buy it. So one day, for an in-class reading I picked a slightly obscure Rolling Stones song – "You Got The Silver" or "Memory Motel", I can't remember which – changed the title and put my name on it. The whole class, which was in on the gag, watched him as I quickly read through "my" poem. His review was "So you want to be a songwriter, huh? Who do you think would buy _that_ chunk of crap?" I smiled as the class tittered. "Five million Rolling Stones fans can't be wrong, sir." He suddenly realized he'd been had. His face reddened as the class broke up laughing at his gaffe. "Now, sir," I said politely, "we're going to meet in your office after class today, and we're going to discuss how my grades are going to be adjusted sharply upwards, and how in the future you're going to judge my poetry on its own merits rather than against your personal standards. That is, of course, unless you want me to go to the department head and tell him how you gave Mick Jagger and Keith Richards a C minus." Professor Hamm's face reddened again as I recounted the story. Needless to say, he didn't like having his foibles exposed in front of his colleagues. He mumbled some excuse, then bumped off towards the buffet. Karla leaned in, her eyes bright and wet from tears of laughter, and whispered, "I LOVED how you deflated that pompous asshole's balloon! He thinks he's _such_ hot shit!!!" Then, when she was pretty sure nobody was looking, she stuck her tongue in my ear and whispered, "I am SO fucking hot for you right now!" As the evening went on, several professors gave reports about the research they were in the midst of. Karla got up and gave her speech, introducing me as her assistant and briefly outlining the work we had done together. I'm so glad she didn't ask me to get up with her, as I'd had to spend much of the evening with a napkin in my lap and an uncomfortable tightness in my pants. Karla would occasionally rub a silken calf against my leg, which didn't help matters too much. After my conversation with Professor Hamm, I didn't say too much except in response to questions. At one point, when people got up to dance to some soft jazz music, Karla announced for the table's benefit, "I need something in my office upstairs. Mike, would you please come with me?" I popped up, quickly turning my back on the people seated at our table so that they couldn't see my stiffness sticking out, and walked out arm-in-arm with Karla. We got to her office – it was hardly bigger than a cubicle – where she quickly locked the door and pulled down the shades. "So what do you need here, Karla?" She quickly unzipped her dress and let it fall on the floor. As she stepped around me, she wriggled out of her thong underwear, sat herself on top of her desk and opened her legs wide. She purred at me, "As if you don't know what I need!!! OHHHH, those old men of the department are so fucking DULL!!!" She rubbed her labia furiously and said, "What I NEED is your COCK... in HERE... RIGHT NOW!!!!" I struggled out of my jacket and shirt, and moved towards her. "I want YOU to open my pants, Karla!" I said as I positioned myself in front of her, between her legs. Even though I was only a few inches away from her smoking love hole and could easily have done it myself, I wanted to tease her and work her into a frenzy. She made a face, but played along with my little game. She leaned forward, fumbled with my belt and button, and watched my pants fall to the ground with a satisfied smile. She saw my erection, with a tiny drop of pre- cum showing through my briefs, massaged it gently and then dropped my underwear to my knees. She then grabbed me around the waist and pulled me forward, driving my cock into her frothing pussy in one quick motion. "Now TAKE me, Mike!! SLAM that pussy as I know only you can!!!" I drove my mouth onto one of her hardened nipples, sucking furiously as I repeatedly jammed my cock into her up to the hilt. She moaned and thrashed as I feverishly fucked her, holding me around the neck or waist or sometimes clawing at my back with her long nails. "Sit down in my chair, baby! I want to ride you!" The sight of her lithe body sliding up and down on my cock as I sat in the leather office chair was absolutely enchanting. Karla reached up and undid the bobby pins, letting her thick, luxurious brown tresses cascade down her shoulders and back. As I continued sucking on her tits and letting her ride me, I ran my hands through her smooth hair. I then held her tightly around the waist and sucked harder on her nipple as I heard her breathing more deeply and more quickly. Just as she was about to come, she leaned forward and jammed her tongue so far into my mouth I thought I would choke. She shuddered and screamed her orgasm down my throat, then bucked faster and faster as she held me close. I felt my own rush building, and she must have sensed it too, as she clamped her hand over my mouth to prevent me screaming out. I felt the heavenly, hot explosion in my loins and cried "Mmpf!! Mmpf!! Mmpf!!" into Karla's hand as I poured shot after shot of scalding cum into her. We held each other in place for about ten minutes. Karla whispered into my ear "That's just previews, Mike. The main event is when we get home!" We kissed deeply, then straightened ourselves up as best we could and went back down to the dinner party. Strangely, very few people noticed we'd been gone. We stayed for another fifteen minutes, then said our goodbyes and left. In the car on the way home, every time we were stopped at a light Karla would stroke my c

rotch. "You still hard for me, baby? I told you that was just for openers. Just so you know, you'd better be ready, because I don't plan to be wearing this dress for more than two minutes after we lock the door." I said to her, "But you look SO hot in it! Can _I_ take it off you when we get home?" "Mmmmm, that sounds so HOT!!!" "Drive slower, then. I know we're only a few blocks away. Drive around the building a couple of times. Anticipation is half the fun." She rolled her head around and said, "OOOOHHHHH, you're going to drive me fucking CRAZY!!!!!" "I know. And then when you're good and ready, I'm absolutely going to bang the SHIT out of you!!!" "I'm not even touching myself, Mike – I've got both hands on the steering wheel – and I feel like I'm going to come right here and now!!!" She pulled over, parked, rubbed her thighs together for a few seconds and then put her head back and BAYED. I mean, like a werewolf at the moon. The woman absolutely HOWLED. "If you'd been driving, Mike, I'd probably have been masturbating this whole time. I might have even given you a blowjob at the red lights." "And gotten us both killed in the process, Karla. There's your house. Like I said, drive around the block a couple of times." But she didn't. She pulled straight into her garage, pulled me out of her car and hustled us into the elevator. She pushed me against the wall of the elevator and crushed herself against me, giving me yet another of her deep, tongue-filled kisses. The elevator scene from _Fatal Attraction_ popped into my head for a moment, but the door opened on her floor before she could even think of taking my pants off. Entangled in a kiss and our smoldering passion, we managed to wrestle each other towards her apartment door. Unable to concentrate, she fumbled with her keys, managed to get the door open, shoved me inside and threw both locks. "Now you belong to me, and me alone, for the rest of this night. I already know what you've got. I want to see what else you CAN do!!!" I started by very slowly, deliberately removing my jacket and shirt. I walked up to her, softly kissed her on her lips, and dropped the zipper on her dress only an inch or two. She leaned against the front door, breathing quickly, almost beside herself in the fury of her lust. "Mike, will you fucking HURRY UP!!!! Do you have ANY idea how nuts you're making me?" Actually, I knew EXACTLY what I was doing. I backed away from her, turned my back, undid my belt, button and zipper, shook a little bit, and let my pants drop to the floor. "Oh, GAAAAAAHHHHHDDD, don't DOOOO this to me!!!!" I stepped out of my shoes, removed my pants, and walked up to Karla again. She was absolutely trembling. I slowly unzipped her dress the rest of the way. It too fell to the floor. Clad only in a thong, I traced the curve of her breast with my finger, leaned down and sucked hard on her nipple for a long minute. She could feel my rock- solid erection through my briefs, poking against her leg. "STOP it!!! _STOP_ IT!! I'm going to fucking RAPE you in a second if you don't stop!!!" I reached down between her legs, pushed aside the thong and poked a finger into her sopping tunnel. "THAT'S IT!!! NOW YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING GET IT!!!!!" She pushed me back onto the bed, pulled off my briefs, tore off her thong (which was soaked through both with her natural lubrication and the remnants of my deposit earlier that evening) and used it to jerk me off for a minute or so. She screamed "THERE, DO YOU FUCKING _LIKE_ THAT?!?!? YOU WANT TO FUCKING TEASE ME, AND MAKE ME GO CRAZY!!!! NOW CUT THE BULLSHIT AND FUCK ME 'TIL I SCREAM!!!" She slammed her pelvis against mine, capturing my cock in her hot, velvety prison, and jackhammered up and down on me like she was trying to pulverize me into the mattress. Of course, I loved every second of it. There's nothing like a beautiful woman, so insane with lust that she's ready to jump out of her skin, riding your cock hard. It makes you glad you're a man. It took her only a few minutes of this to start howling again, her juices fairly pouring out of her and coating my manhood with her lust. She didn't let up on me for one second. Just a few minutes later, I yelled out and shot a load that felt the size of a watermelon. She rode me hard for another minute or so, milking me for every drop I could pump into her. When she finally collapsed on my shoulder, exhausted, we both could do nothing but lay in the dark, our breath coming in raspy gasps, our sweat intermingling along with our other bodily secretions. I held her close, and whispered softly into her ear, "Okay, you win. There IS such a thing as love at first sight. Would I be saying too much if I said that I loved you?" "Well, considering that before tonight we had never gone out on a real date, yes. But I do have strong feelings for you. If that's love, okay. Then we're in love." "It gets harder and harder for me to go every time we finish our work." "So tell your parents the truth about us – you've told me they already kind of know anyway – and move in, at least for the rest of the summer. But you know that you have to go back home and we have to kind of put the brakes on before school starts. Appearances, you know. I want to talk with your folks before we do it, though. And I have something else I want to discuss with them, too. It's kind of a surprise I've been saving up." "I get it. No clue as to the surprise?" "Only one. Do you have a valid passport?" "Yes, why?" "You'll find out when I come to your house." We lay in bed talking for hours, planning what we were going to say to my parents. We made love twice more, then fell asleep in each other's arms as the first glimmer of sunlight shone over the horizon. She came over to my parents' house a few days later. My folks are kind of conservative, uptight types, and really gave her the third degree. My dad: "So _this_ is the famous Professor Dietz we've heard so much about. VERY pretty. I always thought of English professors as old and dowdy. You're barely older than my daughter (actually, at 27 they were the same age). My son tells me he very much enjoys working under you." He wasn't exactly making a _double-entendre_, as I had. He may as well have said to her, point-blank, "I know you and my son are sleeping together." Karla held her ground. "Mike is always diligent with his work. He's been very valuable to me this past month. The article I've been working on with him is about to be published. His name is on it as a co-author." My mom: "I'm sure he's been working _very_ hard. But let's get down to brass tacks here. What are your intentions regarding my son?" Karla stared hard at both of them. I started to get hot, but I had to restrain myself. I jumped in: "We have some more work to get done. Another article. Karla wants to spend as much time together as possible so we can get it finished before school begins." My dad said, "You mean, she wants you to move in so you can work all day and play all night." I sighed. "All right, you want me to just come out and admit it? Okay, fine. Karla and I have been lovers since a week or so after I started working with her. Neither of us intended for it to happen, it just did. We're not doing anything illegal, either according to the law or the rules of the college. And I DON'T intend to stop seeing her, except after school starts. We felt we were doing the right thing as far as telling you before I moved in, rather than presenting it to you as a _fait accompli_." My father nodded. "And believe it or not, I appreciate that. I also appreciate your honesty about it – _both_ of you. If I said no, you'd go ahead and do it anyway since you're over 21, so I'm not going to say no. This is only until September, right?" Karla spoke up. "Yes. And there's another issue I wanted to discuss with you. Mike has done so much for me – and, you should know, he's probably going to get a Distinguished Honors award from the English Department when he graduates in May – that I wanted to do something special for him. I want to take him to England for two weeks in the end of August. We'll be back the Tuesday after Labor Day, and classes start the following week. I know Mike's already pre- registered for all of his classes. We'll be based in London, so we can get all the sights and sounds. We'll be doing museums, the touristy things, take side trips to Liverpool and Stratford and maybe to Stonehenge. I would be paying for everything – plane fare, hotels, food, the works. The only thing Mike would be paying for is souvenirs." I was in shock. I had no idea this was coming. My mother scowled. "I presume only one bed in the hotel rooms?" I said, "Look, Karla and I are two adults. We've already admitted – well, _I've_ already admitted – that we've been sleeping together for a while. What difference is two weeks in a foreign country going to make?" My parents looked at each other. My father finally declared, "Look, he's not marrying her, he's 21, and he still has a life ahead of him. He's only moving to the other side of town; he ISN'T moving out of state! When is an opportunity like this England trip going to come up again? And look at his travelling companion! She's smart and beautiful." He turned back to us. "What difference will it make? None whatsoever. Thank you both for your candor. Professor Dietz, thank you for this trip. I know how much my son loves literature. This will be the trip of a lifetime for him." Karla smiled. "Thank YOU. And please call me Karla." I quickly packed two weeks' worth of clothes and other things I wanted to take with me to Karla's house. In the car on the way back to her place, I put my head back and said "WHOOOOOSH. Did I REALLY say all that shit to my parents and _not_ have the sky fall in?" Karla looked at me lovingly. " _I_ was the one who was supposed to tell your parents about us. I was _so_ proud of how you stood up for me... for US! And I'll dare say that you probably jumped a couple of notches in your parents' eyes as well. It takes a real man to stand up for the woman he loves and what he believes in. And I intend to reward my _real man_ the second we get back to – well, what will be _our_ home for the next six weeks." I couldn't unpack until the next day. Within minutes of our walking into the apartment, my pants were down around my ankles, Karla's denim mini-skirt was bunched at her hips, and I was energetically fucking her doggy-style. Even blowing a load into her five minutes after starting did nothing to quench our mutual thirst. We spent the entire evening entertaining each other and celebrating our new status. The Dickens article came together rather quickly. We had a self-imposed deadline, as we wanted the article to be done by the time we were ready to leave for England. We disciplined ourselves, working diligently for six hours each day, only making love after dark or when our eyes got so cockeyed we couldn't even look at the computer screens anymore. England was a straight blast. My mind reeled at all the things there were to do and see. Westminster Abbey. Parliament. Poet's Corner. Plays in the West End. The Tower. Museums up the yin-yang. Walking barefoot across Abbey Road. Touring the All England Tennis Club at Wimbledon. Our trip to Liverpool, and taking the Beatles Tour. Two days in Stratford, and Karla bending down and kissing Shakespeare's grave. All memorialized in about 90 million pictures I took. Oh, and sex. At least twice a night, every night except when we were on board the airplanes. Our most daring sexual encounter took place after we had taken the Whitechapel tour. Karla found out I was a true-crime aficionado and booked us on the Jack the Ripper walking tour one evening. At about four o'clock that morning, we returned to Mitre Square, and Karla and I had sex on the exact spot where Catherine Eddowes, the fourth "canonical" Ripper victim, met her grisly end. Due to the excitement and the danger of it all, I came in less than three minutes. I have no idea how we avoided being picked up by the Bobbies. And just like that, it was all over. I had to pack my bags and return home to my parents. Karla tried in vain to get me to stay longer, but I didn't want her to get into trouble. We had one final, lengthy night of lovemaking, and then I had to depart. At graduation in May, Karla approached me. Seeing me holding my diploma and my Distinguished Honors English certificate, she asked me if I had room to carry one more thing. She handed me a small, wrapped present, which was a Parker pen set inscribed with my – and her – initials. Inside the box was a note, which I read in front of her. _I know that you're going to continue your academic pursuits – graduate school awaits, possibly a doctorate and professorship in your future – but you've already got one big advantage over many other people I know. To paraphrase our favorite mutual author, "This above all, to thine own self you are true." Don't ever lose that._ I love you always. I will always be with you in spirit. Karla We embraced for a _mighty_ long time. She looked at me and said, "Will you ever forget me?" I hugged her again, buried my face in her hair, and replied, "Only when I stop breathing." {I have been writing some shorts, those are just recollections, memories of things that have happened to me in my fairly long life. I am happily married now to my Physician wife Debra, things that went on when I was young don't happen to me much any more. Not to say that Debra doesn't keep life interesting, she sure does do that. It's just that now I am at the stage of my life where cute young girls smile... and hold the doors open for.. me.} +++ Home from the service, I did my stint in the war of my day. Things were not good on the home front, part of that was my own fault of course. Leaving an oversexed barely 20 year old wife home alone is never a good thing, telling her that "IF" anything happened I would understand was another less than good idea. We both understood perfectly what I was talking about, sex, of course. The outcome was obvious. My wife took my words to heart. In short order after arriving back home, I found myself single. +++ What to do with my life? At that point in my young life, my skills were farming, I grew up doing that. Pitching hay bales and shoveling manure is not a foundation for a career. That life is a few years of borderline starvation, then a year or two of good times as prices go up, in short order right back to a daily struggle. A short stint running a paper bag machine in a mill did little to improve my resume. The navy taught me close to nothing, sure, there were opportunities had I stayed in, potential for education, but two holes in me and a left arm that worked poorly was not exactly an asset. They didn't want me any more. Yep, there was that government check, hell, I still get that to this day, best described as a rather inadequate source of money for food back then. Better now, of course. I decided to go to college, become a Doctor, a Lawyer, perhaps a business executive? Yeah, sure. Even at the rate things cost back then, and government resources, I would need two jobs and find myself seriously in debt. My bank account was.. well, I didn't have one. I remember looking at the list of possible careers, nothing popped up until I spotted an ad in a local paper. "Massage therapy. Work when you want to." Now I liked the sound of that, and the idea of making maybe $10-$12 an hour instead of $2.17 like I had in my good union job sounded great! Plus getting to rub naked female bodies? What is there not to like about that? I enrolled in a place called the Oregon School, it was and still is located South of Portland. I also later attended East-West school of massage, that's another story I will write someday. 75 hours, get the license, go to work. In today's world it's 2500 hours last time I checked, back then it was all much simpler. In truth, no one really paid any attention to the massage therapy profession back then, well, until we got a female Governor and a female city of Portland Mayor. Suddenly, all of the massage parlors were shut down. If you ever saw the good mayor, you would think she hadn't had any sex since circa 1930, and by golly no one else was going to get any, either! My time was a bit before that, I admit my plans were to have some fun and make a few bucks, too. {Having just been in Portland a few weeks ago, I noticed the "adult" places everywhere, they still do just like they used to back then, just now they pretend not to. But the actual massage profession is legitimate and heavily regulated. The cops are all far too busy with people shooting at each other, drugs, homeless, robbery and muggings to worry very much about someone getting a happy ending. In bars, girls dance stark naked, just like I saw in Vietnam. Hell, people ride around on bikes naked, and post that on YouTube.} They say Portland is weird. Yes. The place is. Anyway. +++ I found a place to stay while I took the massage course, it was downtown just off 8th avenue. I could hop over to Union avenue, head South and be there in no time. Those apartment buildings were old back then, and since I was just up there a few weeks ago, by golly some of them are still there. I was fixed up, a few months of classes, 3 days a week most of the time, a cheap place to live, and I would come out all trained and ready to make some cash. My room was a 3rd floor walkup, apartment 312A. +++ I was unloading the last box, there wasn't a lot to move, everything I owned in the world fit inside my 1966 Chevy Nova. I was just getting settled when I glanced out the window. Being on the 3rd floor, directly across from me and no more than 10 feet away was another apartment building. A woman walked by, she glanced out the window, spotting me. She smiled, waved, then stepped over and closed her drapes. I thought nothing of it. Several days went by, I got home one evening from the job I found pumping gas in my spare time, the drapes were open and the lights were on. I spotted that as soon as I walked in, I didn't switch on my own light since I got a glimpse of her just as I shut my door. OK, probably naughty of me but I could see right I there and I do have that voyeuristic streak. I stood and watched, nobody, nothing for several minutes. Just as I was about to give up and go fry some potatoes for dinner, the woman walked back by. All she had on was her bra and panties! I reached over and grabbed the wooden chair I had, sat down in front of my own window. She was busy moving back and forth, like she had no idea I was there. After perhaps 15 minutes of that, as I was just getting up, she stepped in front of the window, her back to me, and unclipped her bra. All I could see was her back, then she moved out of sight. After another 10 minutes or so of nothing, I gave up and went to turn on my own lights. I peeled some spuds, fried them up golden brown, sat down to eat. Glancing over, I saw the curtains across the way were drawn again, then I realized I had left the chair sitting there in front of the window where I had sat in the dark watching her. Of course, if I could see into her room, she could see into mine. I went and moved the chair, as I did, I saw her curtains part as she peered out, then she quickly closed them again. My face turned red, even though I had no idea at all who this young woman was. I had been caught, clearly perving on her. +++ Several days went by, I saw her twice, both times outside as she was coming and going. I just smiled and nodded, saying nothing. By then I had discovered the hamburger stand that was three blocks over, they had hamburgers with French fries, pretty darn good ones too, for just $0.69. Probably not the best diet but food is food when you are hungry, and I was mostly broke all of the time. One day I walked down there between rainstorms, if you have ever been to Oregon you know what I mean. There she stood, in line, waiting for her own burger and fries. "Oh, hello." She said, smiling. "Hi." Was my clever response. "Getting a burger, huh?" She reached for the sack they handed out the little window. I was next, they cook those up as fast as they can, so I got my own sack and was perhaps a block behind her as I headed home. Just then, it began to rain, I took off running, there was a bus stop on the corner where I could wait out the rain squall. I got there, there the woman sat, next to a rather grizzled looking old man with huge whiskers. One glance at his clothing and his shopping cart and I knew he was one of the no end of homeless people we had even back then. He was eyeing the woman's sack of food, that was clear. Clearly he was hungry because he kept looking, I was concerned he might grab and run, things like that happened in that area. East side 8th avenue downtown was not exactly the high rent district. "Hey, want some fries?" I told the man, to distract him. His eyes lit up, so I handed the small package of them to him. He wolfed those down, then got up as the brief rain squall was easing. "Thanks, buddy!" He left, pushing his cart full of belongings. "That was nice of you." The woman said. "It looked like he was about to try and grab your sack of food." I told her. "Oh. Really? OK, well, thank you." She got up to leave. "I'm Julie." She told me, looking at me closely. "Danny." I answered. "Well, bye now." She replied, and was gone. I went home, thinking at least now I had a name. Up close, she really was on the pretty side, not what anyone would call a raving beauty, more of what I would say was normal. Nice looking would be the words. It all began that same night. I came out of my bathroom, glanced over, Julie's curtains were wide open. There was now a chair sitting in the middle of her room, facing my window. That just looked odd, as I stood there, she walked in and sat in the chair. I waved, she waved back. Then, she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. She slipped that back off of her shoulders, sat there for a moment in just a plain white bra. I was wondering what the hell, when she reached behind and unclipped the bra, dropped it on the floor. She was not looking my way, of course she had to know I was there. I moved closer to my window, from the angle I could see her lower body to her knees. Julie's bare breasts were not huge, but they were nice and firm looking, I was of course instantly erect. I reached down and adjusted myself, she glanced up at that instant and saw that. A grin crossed her face, then she looked away as she lifted and displayed both breasts. This was amazing, this young woman was deliberately exposing her breasts to me. Of course I had seen bare breasts before, but never in any situation like this. In the military, I saw the little women as we called them strip nude on stage, but this? It was completely different somehow, and crazily erotic. Julie stood up, stepped to the window. One hand reached down and tripped the catch on her slacks, she smiled at me, then reached out and closed the drapes. I must have stood there for half an hour, she didn't come back. Finally, I went into my bathroom and jacked off, the vision of Julie displaying her bare breasts to me like that burned into my mind. +++ I saw Julie again a few days later, she was sitting on the block wall by the park, tossing bits of bread to a flock of Pigeons. There must have been 50 of them surrounding her, they scattered as I approached. "Mind if I sit here?" I asked. "Sure, if you like." She didn't really even look at me. We sat and watched the birds, it was fun the way they would actually hop right on us if we didn't make any sudden moves. Finally, Julie got up to leave. "See you tonight?" She asked me with a grin. "Uhh.. sure.. yes!" I answered. I wasn't sure, did she mean...? I do know I hurried home after class. +++ The curtains were wide open again, but no one was there. I did see the wooden chair sitting there, plus it looked different over there, brighter. It took me a minute until I realized she had moved a floor lamp over to the side of the window, that was when it hit me it was exactly like the one I had in my room. In fact, her room, at least what I could see, appeared to be a reverse carbon copy of my room. But no one was there, so I went to my tiny fridge and grabbed a soda. Just as I walked back, she came into view. Not looking my way, she stepped over and sat down in the chair, facing me. Her hair looked damp, and she had a robe on. She produced a small bottle of something, which I took to be lotion of some kind, began to spread it on her face. As I stood there, she opened the throat of her robe, began to spread lotion on her chest between her breasts. The way she was doing that was driving me nuts, she was moving very slowly, sensuously, not looking my way at all. She stood up, for a moment I thought she was going to leave, or close the drapes, but she glanced my way and smiled slightly, then slipped the robe back off her shoulders. She was completely naked now, I saw the dark mass of pubic hair between her legs for just a moment, then she sat back down. Once again, she lifted and displayed her breasts, first one, then the other, then both at once. The way she was doing that, slowly, deliberately, had me so hard that that I was hurting. I had to adjust myself in my trousers, she glanced my way as I did that and smiled that same sly smile. Just as I was about to undo my pants and whip it out to jack off right in front of her, she stood up. Again I had a clear view of her naked body, then she reached out and closed the curtains. +++ The next day, before I headed for class, I walked over to the front of her building. It was identical to mine, just reversed. The same security door, if it could be called that. I realized that if my room was 312A, hers was probably 312B. What she was doing was hotter than hell, she was deliberately putting on a show, letting me see her naked titties, making an effort to show them off as she rubbed them and moved them around. She had even let me see her pubic hair, of course that was thick enough that I had not been able to see her pussy, but still. It was about all I could think of all day in class. Our classes at this point were mostly sitting and listening as the instructor, an on the chunky side woman named Gina demonstrated different strokes, telling us what muscles were named and what they did. The students in the class were all still at the bashful point, Gina would pick someone to be on the table and so far they were beneath a sheet and still had underwear on. My mind was on Julie, the woman in 312B. That even got noticed as a couple of times Gina asked me a question or two, and I probably sounded distracted. The first classes Gina always used some of the more mature women as models for the classes, she was careful with the drapes of course. Then one day she asked me to be the model on the table. I went behind the curtain and stripped down to my briefs, came out with the big robe she used and got on the table as she held up a sheet for modesty. That experience is strange if you have never done it, here is a classroom full of men and women and suddenly I was almost naked on the table. My first real massage, even if it was partial as Gina was talking about how male bodies were more muscular and required a firmer approach. I got an erection, of course I did. And that was obvious as hell, I heard a couple of gasps and giggles from the class. Then Gina told them that male reactions were perfectly normal and to think nothing of that, just continue the massage. I tried to will the thing to go down but visions of Julie and what she was doing across from me kept popping into my head. I think Gina's close to magic hands didn't help either. Finally that was over, I did get some sidelong glances from a couple of women in the class and some smirks from a couple of the guys. A bit embarrassed, instead of sticking around for the usual half hour of visiting with everyone after class, I went straight home. +++ The minute I walked in my door, I knew it was going to be show night again, the curtains across the way were open. It was still light out, so harder to see of course. But I knew in just a few minutes the Sun would go down, so I heated up some cans of Chili and ate. Right on schedule, Julie appeared. She was sitting there in her chair as I stepped back into the living room section. Once again, she didn't look my way, just sat there. I sat down in my own chair and waited. She began again, doing almost exactly the same thing she did the time before, lifting and displaying her bare breasts. It was like a strip tease, except she began in just a robe, and was sitting in the chair the whole time. I was hard as a rock, so when she opened the lower portion of her robe, I tripped my belt, slid my pants and briefs down. Julie looked up, realized, her eyes got wide and she jumped up and closed the curtains. I sat there confused, it was like she wanted to show off to me, but when I did it back, she got offended. I pulled my lower clothing back up, got up. Just then my buzzer went off, someone downstairs wanted in. I used the button on the intercom, asked who was there since I had no one at all that I knew that might be coming over. "It's Julie, let me in, please." I heard her voice. I pushed the button, she was at my door in less than a minute. She had on slacks and a white blouse. How she got dressed and over there so fast I don't know. "Hi." I said when I opened the door. She didn't answer, just slipped by me into my room. "What's up?" I asked her. "Can we? You know, up close?" She asked. "I.. uhhh.. sure. Where would you like to...?" "I will get on the bed, you sit on the chair. Just don't try and touch me, OK?" "OK." I sat down on the chair, she hopped up on my bed, sat there cross legged. "Go ahead, do it." "Do what?" "Like you were doing before. I want to watch." I knew what she meant so once again I dropped my lower clothing, taking them clear off this time. "The shirt, too. I want you completely naked." I peeled off my shirt. "That's pretty, I never saw one that still had the skin on it." I reached down and pulled my foreskin back. "Oh, wow." She said, leaning forward. The situation was so crazily erotic that I sat there and began to masturbate for her, as she just sat and stared. "Oh, wow!" She exclaimed again as I ejaculated. Then we sat and just looked at each other. "Your turn." I said finally. "You won't touch me?" "No, I won't." With that, she slid her lower clothing off, spread her legs wide. I was now staring at her, and again I began to erect. I watched as her fingers reached down, opened her lower lips, held herself that way, totally exposed. She kept glancing down at me, then finally she convulsed into her own climax. That was the most erotic act I had ever witnessed at that stage of my life. Her not removing her upper clothing seemed to add to it. Quickly she got up, began to tug on her slacks, I did the same. "Would you like something to drink?" I asked her lamely. "No, thank you. I have to go." She started for the door. Just as she opened it, she turned back to me with a grin. "I couldn't have stopped you, you know. And, I probably wouldn't have." she told me with a laugh, then she was gone. +++ Every day after that I checked, her curtains remained closed. I expected her to come over, maybe even.. want sex. Then after a bit over a week, I couldn't stand it, so I went over there one evening, pushed her room button. "Hello?" It was a male voice. That was a surprise. "Is.. uhhh.. Julie there?" I asked. "Who?" "Julie." "Oh, you must mean the girl that lived here before? She moved out, I heard she was going to Colorado." He told me. I left, went back to my room. Sadly, I never saw her again.

It all started while I was fucking Janice, who I had met at a local pickup spot. I was banging away at her pussy, which frankly was not the tightest I had ever been into, when she started fingering my asshole. Tentatively at first, then when I did not complain, more boldly. At first I found it merely distracting, as I was trying hard to come and finding it just out of reach. She had already come twice and was probably getting tired of my inability to get off. She slipped her hand between us, scooped up some the slippery fluid I had fucked out of her, and massaged that into my asshole. It felt good. Soon she had slid her finger into me past the first knuckle, and it felt even better. She whispered, "I want your cock there," and I froze in surprise for a moment. Then I pulled out of her sloppy cunt and directed my cock to her asshole. As I started to push into her, she shoved her finger all the way into my ass and I erupted in a blinding orgasm, I guess some of which probably went up her ass but most of which went all over her crotch and into the sheets. I collapsed, she slithered out from under me, making disgusted noises, wiped herself off on my best shirt, got dressed and left. Over the next few weeks I just couldn't get the memory of her finger going up my ass, and me instantly coming, out of my mind. I knew I wanted more of that action, but didn't know how to get it. No woman had ever even tried to touch my asshole before, and I didn't see how I could ask for it. Then while browsing an online toy store, I noticed the "Anal Explorer Kit." I immediately ordered it and impatiently waited out the days until it was delivered. The day the package arrived I felt as nervous as I had on my first date with a girl who was reputedly "easy." My heart thumping with anticipation, I took the kit into the bathroom and opened it. Inside were a vibrator and three separate attachments, ranging from pencil size to the size of a healthy cock. I fitted the small one to the vibrator and lubricated it with KY, hastily stripped my clothes off, and slid it into my eager asshole. It felt very nice. My cock rose and began to leak pre-come as I worked the vibrating probe in and out of my tight hole. Soon I began to crave more, and switched to the medium size. After just a few minutes the big one took its place, and I was in heaven. I came three times before regretfully stopping to clean up the mess and put my new toys away. My legs were shaking so hard I barely made it up to my bedroom, where I dreamed of being fucked senseless by an anonymous throbbing cock. Over the next few weeks I fucked myself many times with the Anal Explorer, but found it increasingly less satisfying. I bought several larger, more realistic dildos and used those too. I also got a vibrating butt plug and sometimes left it in when I went to work. It was all fun and exciting, but I wanted more. I knew that nothing would satisfy me but a real cock fucking me hard and deep, until it spurted its hot load deep inside me. But how was I ever going to make this happen? I started checking out guys at work and on the street, wondering if they were gay. I couldn't make myself feel attracted to any of them. I watched some Tranny movies; fucking my asshole with a big dildo all the while. If only I could meet a girl like that....all the pretty female parts but with a big hard dick to fuck me. But where do you find one? No idea. One night, in desperation, I searched out a gay club and went in. The place went silent as I approached the bar. Eventually one guy asked me straight out if I was a cop. Even as I answered "NO!" I could tell that he didn't believe me. After an hour or so I went home, jacked off, and went to bed. I dreamed....not of meeting a beautiful transvestite, but of being one! I woke up, my heart pounding with excitement, and spent the rest of the night making plans. It wasn't easy, but as the weeks passed I assembled my feminine wardrobe one piece at a time, practiced walking around the house in high heels for hours, taught myself make-up tricks, and all the rest. Luckily I have a slender build, am not very tall, and my legs are quite presentable when carefully shaved. I rehearsed in front of a mirror until I had all the feminine gestures and my adopted little-girl voice down pat. I took a few short trips to the gas station, then the grocery store, then the mall. Shopping at Victoria's Secret got a hell of a lot easier, and I began tentatively flirting with men from time to time. If anyone was suspicious, they sure didn't make it obvious. At last I couldn't put off the big night any longer. I began final preparations by rinsing my asshole out thoroughly using an old-fashioned douche bag. As the warm water filled my bowels I imagined hot come spurting into me. I rinsed myself out three times and then squeezed a small tube of KY into my asshole, hoping it would be enough to lubricate me throughout the vigorous fucking I hoped to receive. I dressed with care after a leisurely bath, slipped into my spike heels, and called a taxi. When the driver saw me, he jumped out of the cab to open the door for me. I saw him gawking at my silk-stockinged legs as I gracefully slid into the cab. I smiled sweetly and adjusted a bra strap as he closed the door. As he walked around the cab to the driver's side, I saw him uncomfortably trying to adjust his swelling cock. I was a success already! He left me at the same club where I had picked up cow-cunt Janice so many months before. I hesitated just inside the door. Would anyone recognize me? I looked around, and saw naked lust in two dozen pairs of male eyes, and naked resentment in as many pairs of female eyes. So far, so good. The place was fairly crowded, and I didn't see any place to sit. Then a big swarthy guy rose up out of a corner booth and beckoned to me. Shit! Did I know this guy? Did he think he knew me? With trembling knees I walked over to him, wondering if it wouldn't be better to just turn around and leave. "Lookin' for a place to sit?" he leered. He was more than a little drunk. Reluctantly, I nodded. "Baby, as long as I have a face you'll have a place to sit," he shouted. His friends cheered. I glared at him and started to turn away, but he grabbed me around the waist and settled back into the booth, pulling me down onto his lap. His friends cheered and clapped even louder. As I squirmed against him, trying to get back on my feet, I felt his massive cock poking into my thigh. It was hard, and it was hot. Wasn't that what I was here for? "What are you drinkin', beautiful?" he whispered into my ear. I wiggled against his cock again, imagining it sliding into my eager asshole. "I think I'm in the mood for something...hot," I whispered back. His eyes grew larger. "Hot and salty," I continued huskily. Just in case he didn't catch the hint, I casually dropped my hand onto his thigh and let my fingers graze the thickness of his cock. I was actually touching a real live cock!!! I tortured him for about a half hour, until he rather pitifully begged me to go with him out to the parking lot so he could "show me his new car." How I ever tottered out there with my knees like water I don't know, but then we were there and he was pushing me up against the car, which was NOT new, and not even very nice, and slobbering all over trying to kiss me, which I really did not want to do, and it was all getting out of control. When I could catch my breath, I took a chance and just told him, as cold and tough as I could make it sound, "Look buster, I know what you want, and you need to know what I want. I don't want romance, and I don't want bullshit. What I want is a hard cock, and I want it NOW." That took the wind out of his sails, and the thick cock pressing against my belly even began to shrink a little. I rubbed it a little through his pants and it revived though. Then somehow he was sitting on the front seat of the car with his legs hanging out and I was trying to unbuckle his belt but my hands were shaking so bad he had to help me and then I was holding the biggest cock I had ever seen in my hands. God, it was a monster, bigger than any of my dildos and I knew I couldn't go through with this after all. I really wanted to just run away, but it was kind of late for that, so I stroked it just a little as well as I could, and started to think up excuses. But what the hell, as long as I was there, why not just suck him off? I milked his cock until a drop glistened on the end of it, then lowered my face to it and licked it off. He groaned and thrust his hips at my face. It seemed natural to open my mouth and take it. And it felt GOOD in my mouth. I couldn't take much more than the hot, spongy head; I tried, but I just couldn't do it. I imagined that thing ramming into my inexperienced asshole and shuddered. I tried jerking him off into my mouth, but it wasn't going to work and we both knew it. I could tell he was getting frustrated enough to try to rape me, and I had to maintain control at all costs. I coated his cock with as much spit as I could work up, and stood back. "You just lay there," I ordered. "I don't want you on top of me, and I don't want you to split me in two with that huge deformed thing. We're going to do it my way, or not at all, got it?" I turned my back to him, lifted my skirt, and pulled my silky panties to one side enough to expose my asshole. Thank God it was dark out there. I grabbed his cock with one hand and put the slick head against my starfish. Hot and cold flashes racked my body as he began to invade my virgin orifice, stretching me beyond any limits I had known. After an eternity, the head popped in and the pain eased. I lowered myself gingerly onto him, stuffing myself with his hard meat, until I was sure that I had taken it all. I then tried to move away, and found that I was too weak to move at all. I sobbed in frustration and he grasped me firmly by the hips and thrust into me to the hilt. So much more than I had imagined! I was impaled on this huge pole, and all I could do was wiggle around weakly on it. I wanted to be fucked! I regret that I cannot remember all the details; I was nearly delirious with the new sensations racking my body. Somehow he managed to get up from the front seat without disconnecting from me, and somehow I found myself bent over into the car, with him behind me, plowing me vigorously while I wailed in joy and pain. How long it may have lasted, I have no idea. It may have been minutes or it may have been hours. At some point my shaven cock and balls slipped free from my panties and I was jerking myself off as he violated my ass, and I became aware that his cock seemed to be getting even thicker and longer, and his strokes more savage, and I imagined all that hot come erupting into me, and then I was coming, and coming, and coming onto his car seat and then he gave one last mighty thrust and jetted his load right up my ass. I cried when he pulled out of me, I felt so empty, and I was sore and hurt all over but I didn't want it to end. I guess I was still crying when he put me in the cab. Somehow I got home though, and when I looked in the mirror my makeup was all streaky and such a mess, and my dress was ripped and I had come running down my thighs. But I was smiling. I had done it. I had sucked a real cock, and gotten fucked in the ass. And I had liked it. **No shyness, Prologue** So shyness, sobriety and a fair sense of the ridiculous got in the way of our chance to get separately sweaty and breathless last week when we wimped out of phone sex. no shame in that. perhaps I ought to have given you more warning and opportunity to warm up. I should have sent you a mail like this explaining why I am missing you and what I want to do next time I get you in my hands. Right now I am still a little shy myself; One of the things I am missing most is the inspiration, the eroticism, the turn-on of being in bed with you. How easy we have found it to get swept up in what we are doing for each other and to feel comfortable saying what more we would like. Now we have gone over this before, worrying that this erotic intimacy exists in place of any more emotional involvement but I think it runs a little deeper than that. If I think back to times we have been together, I remember the sense that we were both present, both focussed on the moment, not lost in our own fantasies or merely going through the motions. We both want to get the other off and we both get off on giving pleasure. The way I see it is that we are both submissive, and that instead of inhibiting us, this has had us leading each other on. I like it and I think it is a good combination. Which is slightly at a tangent from why we are here. Right now I am meant to be entertaining and arousing us, not analysing our dynamics. I am now able to do this because I have decided we shall cover our sexual ABC's. Tonight we will have Anal, in my next mail there will be Bondage and after that comes Come. **No shyness - Part A** First we have the popping of corks from the champagne we share to shed our inhibitions (not that you have shown many so far!) There's a scrunch as we return it to the ice bucket, (we may need those cubes later!) Now we have the shedding of clothes. You are more nervous than normal knowing what is coming and so this undressing moves slowly as we shiver at the electric tingle of each first touch of another area of bare skin. Now we are both naked, and the scene shifts seamlessly into a sensual massage, unhurried but with a constant building tension. One where I am careful not to get too close too quickly. Besides exploring your body with my strong hands, I will be kissing your skin, licking your curves and dips, tasting you with my tongue. I prolong this explicitly because I want to test your willpower. I want to tease you and tease you until you lose yourself and beg me to buttfuck you. So first I start by rubbing your whole body with oil. This will be a real massage, for as long as it takes to get you completely relaxed I will knead your shoulders, your neck, your thighs, your calves. Now it's time to turn you on, I carry on my massage but paying more attention to your tits, your inner thighs and your behind. I let oil pour down your butt crack and you feel my fingers pushing and gripping you. Your hands are busy too, because I want you to oil up my cock. It has been hard for ages and often already you've felt it's tip brush past, but now you can feel it throbbing in your hands. I rub it's firmness against your breasts and get you to smear oil on my chest. At the same time I massage your sexy arse with my fingertips, moving in small circles, pressing them against your hot flesh. Your pussy occasionally gets brushed, it is sopping and in frustration you try to push against something. But nothing comes and I spank you sharply to stop you squirming. You'll come soon enough. I get you on all fours but I come round to have you suck on my cock, to spit on it and get it dripping wet. My musky smell turns you on even more and you are ready for me to fuck you. You need me, you want me, you plead with me. Now it really begins as I flip you round, position myself behind you and prepare for my invasion. I kneel behind you and position my cockhead against your arsehole, ever so slowly I start pushing and for ages it seems impossible. But you take one breath in and release it and I am inside you. Just the tip, but we both feel the heat and it is gripped firmly in place. I hand you some poppers and wait while the big sniff you take, takes effect. You know you are ready and slowly inch by inch I press deeper and deeper. Now I'm leaning into you and you feel my hot breath on your neck. As my lips brush against your ear you hear my ragged breathing, my breath shortened by exhertion and excitment. But if you think I am tiring you are much mistaken, as I reach around and gather your breast in my hand, pulling your body tighter in to me and me into you. Tweaking you tit as I push more deeply, I hold you close as I slowly build a steady pace. Your muscles relaxing to take me and my cock thickening to fill you. Now I shift my weight. I slide my hand slowly down across your belly and further down towards your cunt. The tip of my finger brushes your clit and pushes past into your slickness. You are so wet, this is turning you on, Dipping in and out, flicking over your clit or feeling my cock through the thin wall of your cunt. Occasionally I lift my hand to your mouth for you to taste yourself and one time you bite down on my fingers, signalling that you want me to finish. I throw all my weight against you and this pins you to the bed as I piston in. The sensations are incredible and it feels like its never going to stop, but finally you feel me tense and there's the heat and rigidity of the moment of release, followed by a warm flooding as I fill you with my cum and we relax satisfied. For now...

Annette peered cautiously thru the bushes. The young blonde paused, carefully placing each step. She was barefoot and she didn't want to roust any critters. Though she knew this path well it always paid to be watchful. She heard a splash nearby and knew it for what it was. It was Charlie, her brother's black friend and fishing partner. He was swimming alone in the pool. She steeled her nerves to set herself. This is it. One last look up the trail... The black boy swam joyously in the spring. He was a slave. He'd sneaked away from the house, as was his custom, on the premise of going to chop some wood. Then he'd made a beeline for his favorite water hole and taken an hour for himself. He heard Annette's song before she came around the bend in the creek—just as she'd planned. Dressed only in a white shift that came down to her knees, Annette knew what she would find at the spring: ripples. Charlie was gone like a ghost. He couldn't afford to be caught swimming at midday on a workday. But Annette knew where he was. She'd spied on him for weeks. She'd watched his ablutions from a hidden vantage point, watched the clear water cascading over his muscular frame as he swam. She'd watched him step naked from the pool, marveling at the size and girth of his penis—even in cold water. She knew that towards the end of his hour he would step out of the pool, have a leisurely smoke and then slowly masturbate, pumping himself faster and faster by degrees until he reached climax. At the moment of release he would stand up and see how far his ejaculate would fly. On good days he could get a 5-foot pop. Occasionally her brother Ben would meet Charlie at the pool. The two boys were the same age and had grown up together. And while Charlie was technically Ben's slave, the boys were good friends. On several occasions Annette had spied them masturbating for distance and laughed about it afterwards. Charlie invariably won, but not by much. Ben had an admirable cock of his own. Now Annette feigned caution as she stepped gingerly up to the pool. She knew Charlie could see her. She wanted him to think she sought solitude. She looked back up the trail to see if anyone was coming (though she knew no one was). She craned her neck to peer into each crevice and cranny of the woods surrounding the pool. Satisfied that no one was around, Annette shed her shift and stood naked on the bank. She folded her shift smartly and laid it neatly under a tree. Then she stood up and stretched like a great jungle cat. She preened on her toes and bowed her legs like a ballerina. Her pendulous breasts swayed with her movements, making her seem unsteady. But she knew what she was doing. She cupped both breasts and turned them upwards toward her face. The pink nipples were perfectly shaped. She felt a tingle of delight and a deep warmth in her groin. Now she moved her right hand down to her mound of silky blonde pubic hair to caress her clitoris ever so gently. She slid the length of her middle finger over that sensitive member. She felt it spring to life under her touch. It protruded from her pubic mound like a small, budding penis. Partially aroused, Annette stepped into the spring. The cold-water shock cooled her ardor some. She waded out until the water reached her hips. Then she struck out gamely into a standard stroke. She swam completely across the clear pool, stood up and swam back. She knew that Charlie was underwater somewhere, sucking on a reed for oxygen. She knew the boys' tricks. Annette had always been Ben's annoying younger sister, prying into the their antics, tattletaling and trying to get their attention. Now she'd grown into a voluptuous young woman. She wanted a different type of attention. Annette knew this spring well. She'd grown up here. It wasn't hard for her to spot Charlie's air reed or the dark spot beneath the clear water where none ought be. She struck out across the pool again, this time moving in Charlie's direction. She crossed the deep channel and stood up about ten feet from Charlie's hiding spot. She stood up on the gravelly bottom of the pool so that her breasts and part of her pubic mound were exposed. Then she threw her head back and wringed the water out of her hair like a mop. Charlie stood up. Instantly, Annette's hands flew up to cover her breasts and her groin, after the Aphrodite fashion. "What are you doing here, Charlie!!" she declared disingenuously. The boy laughed. "That ain't the question, Miss Annette. What are YOU doing here, runnin' 'round with your cooch are all out? I'm gon' tell Ben." "Oh you didn't see that!! You're not supposed to see that!!" And she splashed away back across the pool. Charlie took off after her. When they reached the shallows again both teenagers stood up and began splashing each other like children. Charlie used both hands, but Annette still feigned modesty. She splashed with one hand while covering her breasts with the other. Finally, she shrieked, "You win!! You win!!" Then she hunkered down on her haunches so that the water reached her neck and covered the rest of her body in a thin veil of liquid crystal. Charlie stood over her smiling widely. At nineteen, he was only a year older than Annette. They'd grown up together, albeit on different sides of the nineteenth century social divide. This was not their first splash fight at this spring. "If you tell about seein' my cooch, I'll tell about you being here. You're supposed to be off chopping wood," Annie teased. "You won't tell," Charlie retorted confidently. "Yes, I will. I ain't a-skeered of you, Charlie." She turned from him and swam away leisurely. Charlie followed her, grabbed her by the foot, and threw her over so that she did a full somersault in the water. "Hey!!" she said. This move resulted in another splash war, this one longer than the first. "Cut it out, Charlie. I ain't playin' wit' you!! CUT IT OUT!!" She swam away again. This time she arched her butt out of the water so that Charlie could see the full cut of her vulva. When she surfaced a few feet away, Charlie said, "I seen your cooch again." Annette replied flippantly: "So? You wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it. I seen your peter rabbit a bunch of times. I seen you out here whackin' your pecker. You and Ben, both!!" She laughed girlishly. Charlie charged after her. She shrieked and tried to swim away, but Charlie was faster. He grabbed her by the foot again, but this time he drew her to him. He grabbed her around the waist with his right arm and controlled her left wrist with his left hand. "What did you say?? What did you say!?!" He wasn't hurting her. She laughed. "I said I see'd you whacking your pecker. THIS thing." Annie reached back and grabbed him by the base of his penis. She felt it flop against her forearm. She was again amazed at its heft and girth. At her touch it began to lengthen and harden up the line of her wrist. Charlie was shocked. This was little Annette, Ben's baby sister, a white girl no less, standing here holding his cock. Charlie released his grip on Annette's waist. Annie didn't release his penis in turn. She turned to look him in his eyes. "I seen you do it. Like this..." She gripped his nuts with her other hand and stroked him fully erect in a matter of seconds. She pulled his uncircumcised foreskin back and forth across the rounded head of his penis as she had seen him do, using quick, back and forth jerks of her wrist. The effect was spectacular. Charlie's member sprang upward and outward, a full 12 inches from his kinky pubic mound. The angular ridges of Charlie's lithe, muscular abdomen tightened and flexed as blood rushed into his cock. When he was fully aroused, Annette said casually, "But, like I said, you wouldn't know what to do with it." She swam away from him again. Charlie sprang after her, this time with some difficulty. His erect cock swung back and forth comically, making his movements seem strained and awkward. Annette allowed herself to be caught just as she was entering the deep water. She arched her behind out of the water again so that Charlie could get a closer view of her hairy labia and the golden pink cleft in between. Charlie grabbed both her ankles and drew her back towards him in the shallow water, parting her legs as she came. Annette looked over her shoulder at him with feigned surprise. She fanned her arms like paddles in order to stay afloat. When she didn't fight, Charlie drew her back closer and closer until his erect dick was touching her pussy. He pulled her gently closer, attempting to gauge her interest in penetration. His dick slid up between her cheeks and bounced off her apple-shaped buttocks. Annette looked over her shoulder and giggled. "I told you that you wouldn't know what to do with it," she mocked. She wiggled away. Charlie waded after her, caught her and tried the same maneuver. Same result. Annette taunted him giddily. Again, she arched her butt out of the water to show him the cut of her pussy, but this time she rotated her behind sensuously like a bee, to tease him. Charlie wasn't any stranger to women. Still in his teens, Charlie hadn't been a virgin since the age of 11. A number of grown women had noted his fine features, rangy musculature, clear skin and the bulge in his trousers. This young white girl was taunting him. It was maddening. Charlie waded after Annette again. This time he grabbed her by the hips and arched her butt out of the water so that her vagina was again exposed. She didn't fight him. With her ass already up in the air, Annette leaned forward and parted her legs a bit to give him a better view. This time Charlie slid his penis downward between her ass cheeks until his straining member was positioned at the opening to Annette's twat. Using his thumb as a guide, Charlie pressed her labia apart. His dick slid easily up into her warm pussy. The silky blonde pubic hairs tickled him deliciously as they followed his shaft into her golden-pink slit. Annette's eyes widened in shock as she felt Charlie's heavy penis moving deeper into her cooze. She stood on her tiptoes to further accommodate him. Four inches deep. Six inches. Nine. At ten inches Annette felt full. She felt his thick helmet pressing firmly against her cervix, felt her labia straining wide to engulf more of his massive dick. Standing behind her, Charlie watched Annette's pussy tremble under the heft of his tremendous cock. Her pussy lips jerked and clenched involuntarily. She drew breath in gasps, as if being choked. Charlie held her in place with his dick as deep as it would go. When Annette tried to initiate a natural humping action Charlie held her tighter. He refused to start thrusting into her Instead, he contracted his pelvic muscles to pulse his penis rhythmically, all the while holding it tightly jammed against the back of her pussy. After a few moments of this sort of teasing, Charlie reached his hand around from behind to caress her vulva. He stroked her clitoris roughly with his middle finger. Annette slapped his hand away. She knew how to masturbate a good clit better than he. She began to stroke her own clitoris, seeking to elicit friction by pressing it against Charlie's shaft. They stood there connected at the genitals for several moments without moving. Both teens were shocked that they were actually 'doing it'. Finally, Charlie reached up to cup both her breasts with his hands. He withdrew slowly until he was halfway out of her pussy, then powered his dick back into her hole with a jackhammer thrust. Annette gasped. Charlie repeated the move. Each time he withdrew a little further. Each time his return thrust was a little harder and a little faster. Slow out. Fast in. Annette picked up the rhythm. Charlie watched from the rear mount position as his powerful dick cruised in and out of Annette's pussy. He could see her labia expand and contract with each thrust. He saw his withdrawals pull her hairy mound further and further from its position of safety between her legs, saw it quiver in anticipation of his next thrust, heard the spring water splashing rhythmically in concert with his insistent insertions. Charlie arched his back for maximum effect. He pulled his dick almost completely out of her pussy and fired back in wantonly with the return stroke. Annette loved it. The two teens strained against each other like this for five long, agonizing minutes. Charlie massaged her breasts furiously while driving into her. The cold water splashed upward to provide a sparkling dichotomy to their heated lust. After a time Annette could feel Charlie's breathing become more strained, fervent. His moans became prolonged, with a deeper timbre. She knew what that meant. Annette pushed him delicately in the chest. It was a declination. She tried to arch her pussy off his straining dick. Charlie didn't take the hint. He was insistent. "Charlie, stop it!! You can't come inside me!!" She gave a little hop, releasing his lever from her pussy. Charlie still gripped her by the tits. Though she hadn't climaxed, she pushed away from his embrace. "What's the matter?" he asked breathlessly. "You know what's the matter. You can't come inside me. I'll get in trouble. YOU'LL get in trouble. How would I look with a half a nigger pickanninny?" "You might not get big. Come on, Annie, lets finish," Charlie whimpered breathlessly. "How do you know?" she asked. His dick was still massively erect. It stood between them like a wild thing, seeking the warmth between her legs. There was no doubt that Annette wanted to finish, too. She was almost there. She knew that her words made sense. A white girl pregnant with a black child in Louisiana didn't have any future. But at least she'd be alive. Charlie would be killed. She didn't want that. Annette waded out of the water. She turned to face Charlie from the grassy bank. "You know you're not supposed to be touching a white girl anyway" she chided him. But there wasn't any conviction in her words. His hugely engorged organ was still straining between them. Too, their sex had been better than she'd expected. She really wanted to climax with his dick inside her. Annie's own extraordinarily sized clitoris poked visibly from beneath its sheath, indicating the depth of her arousal. Annette sat down next to her shift as Charlie stepped from the spring. She regarded him with a twinge of regret. "Look Charlie, if I show you something you can't tell anybody, OK?" Charlie was willing to try anything. She called him over. When he was standing over her, she gently cupped his balls with her fingertips. Then she guided his dick into her mouth. She circumlocuted his penis with her tongue, paying special attention to the sensitive nerves on the underside of his pudenda. Then she began to gently suck him, bobbing her head up and down. She pulled her blonde tresses back so that Charlie might watch her efforts more clearly. She gazed up into his eyes confidently. In less than a minute, Charlie erupted in her mouth. Annette sucked down as much cum as she could as quickly as she could. She didn't want Charlie to lose his tumescence. When she felt she'd drawn most of his load, Annette reached over and spread her shift across the grass. She lay back on it, then raised and opened her legs. "Put it in, Charlie. Put it in before it gets soft." Charlie willingly obliged. Her pussy was still wet. He knelt between her legs and placed the purpled head of his partially engorged cock against her clit. He rubbed the sensitive underside over and around her smaller sex organ. Annette moaned in anticipation. She endured as much of this teasing as she could. Finally she reached down to pry his hand from his dick. She gripped his cock resolutely and pointed it into her own wet, turgid flesh. She watched as his black dick disappeared into her pink pussy. Charlie mounted her in the dominant missionary position with his arms supporting his upper body from the grass. He began to pound her with quick strokes, trying to regain his full erection. It didn't take long. Annette was able to engulf his recently milked penis, but as he regained his power she was able to take less and less of him. Having climaxed a short time before, Charlie's cock was less sensitive, too. He began to punish her pussy with long, scimitar strokes. This is what Annette wanted all along. Doggie style, Annette's clit didn't get the attention it needed. But with Charlie arching into her from above she was able to ride the crest of his shaft as it slammed in and out of her sticky pussy. This was heaven. Oh, it was absolute HEAVEN. Annie arched up on her shoulder blades to receive his strokes. She clinched her pussy lips together to provide him with maximum friction each time he withdrew. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and upper lip as she fought to temper her own orgasm. They assaulted each other in this manner for several minutes. Charlie caught Annette's lambent gaze and locked her eyes with his as he probed every inch of her slippery, pink pussy. He felt the firm but smooth, bumpy ridges in her deep vagina as he slid back and forth, felt her warm pussy walls caressing and tugging at his thick foreskin, laving him with her naturally aromatic lubricants. Annette was amazed at the wealth of sensations she elicited from the feel of Charlie's shaggy foreskin moving inside her. His penis was thick enough, but his rugged foreskin provided her with enormous pleasure. It was pliable and rangy and it added indescribably rich friction to her inner pussy walls. She concentrated on sucking at it with her powerful vaginal muscles. Each time she contracted her pussy, both of them moaned in delight. Now fully erect, two inches of Charlie's massive member still stood out from Annette's pussy. Try as she might, she couldn't get his whole dick inside her. "She took the ten but left the two." From her supine position beneath, she looked down between her tits to watch as Charlie arched and preened inside her. His dick looked like a black lever with thick veins encircling his shaft in bold relief. She watched her golden mound expand and rotate to accommodate his surging thrusts. "God, it's so big!" she thought. "If he stands up, I think he can support my whole body!!" But Charlie wasn't thinking about standing up. He manipulated Annette's knees up until they brushed against her breasts. Then he cupped Annette's head in the crook of his elbow and jammed his tongue in her ear. His tongue was hot and rough. Charlie tugged at Annette's earlobes with his teeth while he slowly ground his dick in and out of her pussy. The sensation was ethereal. Annette whispered harshly, "FUCK ME!! Ohfuckmeitssogood!! Godeepdeepdeepdeeper!! Ohthatsit!! FUCKMEEEEEEEEEEE!!" Her visceral sexual comments transmuted, by degrees, into a long, guttural groan. She rotated her hips obscenely, ever faster, causing his massive organ to plumb every crevice of her moistened slit. She would do a triple rotation, a tight muscular contraction and then four or five arching hits so that Charlie punished her cervix with his long, deep thrusts. The two teens began to sweat salty rivulets. Finally Annette could take it no longer. She signaled the onset of her climax with a series of high-pitched "OH's!!" Then she rolled over into a position astride Charlie. His dick popped out because of her haste, but only for a second. Annette grabbed his cock roughly, positioned it again at her opening, and slammed down on it as far as it would go. She grinded her clitoris as best she could against his kinky pubic mound. The sensation drove her into paroxysms of pleasure. Her whole body tightened up like a rubber band, then exploded in a series of involuntary jerks, accompanied by her deeply sexual moans. It was hot outside. As her orgasm overcame her, the two were suddenly engulfed in the pungent odor of their coupling. Annette skittered down from her crashing climax, only to realize that Charlie was still fully erect inside her. He smiled up at her bemusedly. Her animated orgasm had pricked his own sensitivity. He was ready to come again. Annette could sense it. "Oh no you don't!!" she said as she leapt off his dick. "You crazy, you know that?" Without hesitation she took his member back into her mouth. In no time she'd sucked another load of semen from the boy. Charlie was active in the process. He moved between her mouth and her pussy several times during the coupling. When he finally erupted he was so far down her throat that she almost gagged from the volume of his ejaculate. She held him there in her mouth as his member softened, alternately sucking and licking his dick tenderly. She could smell the aroma of her own pussy on his dick and in his springy public hairs. Charlie held her head with both hands as she slowly bobbed and licked away his remaining cum. Now sated, the two teenagers lay astride the sward on their backs, breathing deeply. "How long you been wantin' to do dat, Miss Annie?" "Me? You're the one that's been out here tossing off into the pool. I seen you. Me and Tilly, too." (Tilly was Charlie's cousin). "Tilly!! She been out here, too?" "And Mary Lynn. And Suzy, too" "Suzy!! So dat's why she been looking at me funny! I thought I had a booger in my nose or sump'n. You had all dem out here? Together? Do Ben know? He like Mary Lynn. He wanna do it to her!!" "Mary Lynn is our cousin!!" "Dat ain't what Ben say. He say dey just say she's cousins 'cause her dad and yo' dad is good frien's. He say she ain't no blood kin of your'n" "I'm going to tell her!!" "You do and Ben'll give you a whuppin'" "Well, Mary Lynn thinks we're cousins. She seen Ben's peter and she said it was nice but she said she couldn't have it. She said she wanted YOUR peter rabbit cause it's big!!" She reached down to grab his penis, flopping it around like a big, loosely jointed cudgel. "But I got it first!!" she giggled. "No you didn't." "What do you mean, I didn't?" "I did it to Tilly two years ago. Up in de barn." "Ooooh!! She didn't tell me that!! She lied to me!!" "I did it to her twice. And I did it to her again last Christmas when ever'body went to church 'n left me here to watch out. She tole old massuh that she was sick. But she wasn't. She just wanted to do it." "Where'd y'all do it at?" "Right in the pussy!!" "No, silly. Where at? In the barn? In the shed?" "You won't tell nobody?" "Nope." "In de front room." "In OUR house? In the front room in our house?" "Yep." "If daddy finds out he'll skin ye." "If you ain't tell him, he won't find out." "I ain't gonna tell him. But you know Tilly. She gots a big mouth." "She ain't tell you about it, I did." "That's the ONLY thing she didn't tell me about. She tells me everything else. Did you like doin' it to her? Is her pussy better'n mine?" Charlie laughed. "Her pussy ain't as deep as your'n. You got a big 'un. 'N you gots more hair on your'n. I like that." She reached over and half-heartedly punched him in the shoulder. "My pussy's the best! And don't you forget it!!" Charlie reached over and grabbed her with two hands. They began to tussle in the grass, rolling over and over, backwards and forth, but with no real animus. Predictably, the feel of Annette's heavy breasts and her furry mound pressing against his naked body caused Charlie's nature to rise. He was young. And this was fresh, new pussy. Annette felt the distinct poke of his hardening penis and began to wrestle him in earnest. She was a big farm girl, almost six feet tall, and very strong. As Charlie sought the downy warmth between her legs, she clenched her thighs together tightly, acting as if she just wanted to wrestle. Charlie couldn't seem to pry her legs apart. Annette would wrap her legs around his torso or stomach or lower legs, depending on the wrestling hold she was using. They rolled over and over in the grass, with neither able to gain a superior position. Finally, Annette gripped Charlie around the hips from the rear mount position and pressed her pubic mound against Charlie's bare behind. She intertwined her ankles around the back of his knees. From this doggie position, Annie reached around and grabbed his erect member to hold him in place. Then she cupped his balls and tried to stuff them into her slick, wet pussy as she straddled him from behind. It was awkward, but she succeeded in coating his balls with her pussy juices. She gingerly grinded her clit against his taint and nut sac. This only succeeded in getting Charlie frustrated. Each time she pressed the wrong spot, Charlie howled in anguish. His nuts were sensitive!! Still, after some minutes of this play, his steaming penis was again fully erect. Charlie wrestled Annette into a position where he was sitting astride her stomach. His knees were on the ground on either side of her. His aching member protruded between her pendulous breasts. Charlie held her arms by the wrists, pinning them to the ground. She struggled, but she couldn't topple him from this position. She kept trying to swing her legs up around his neck to yank Charlie backwards, but the maneuver failed time and again. Charlie simply leaned forward each time to elude her attempts at toppling him. The two of them quieted a bit. They regarded each other. They'd known each other all their lives. They'd played together, prayed together, worked together, laughed together, teased and taunted. But never this. Holding her gaze, Charlie leaned forward slowly. Annette seemed to know what was coming. Charlie released one of Annette's wrists to brush hair from her face. She reached up to tenderly stroke his cheeks. Charlie leaned forward until their noses were almost touching. Annette met his gaze unflinchingly. Then slowly, ever so slowly, their mouths met in yet the briefest of kisses. When Annette didn't resist Charlie slipped his tongue out and danced it across her pink lips. She flicked out her tongue to encourage him. Their tongues intertwined. They kissed—lightly at first, but deeper and ever deeper. Sitting astride her, laying actually, Charlie's body crushed his stiffened penis against her abdomen. As they kissed she made undulating movements with her belly to simulate the muscular contractions of her vagina. She was ready. Charlie reached back again and gave her thighs a little push. Dutifully, Annette opened her legs into the characteristic sexual Y. Charlie arched up off of her stomach. He scooched back to crouch between her legs. Annie reached down, gripped him gently and pushed his pulsing member down towards her sweaty pussy. She twirled his pud at the sticky entrance to paradise, pushing her pink labia from side to side. She slid her engorged clit between the opening to his urethra and across the sensitive underside of his dick. It seemed she was almost trying to slide her clit into his urethra. The sensation of this female attempted insertion was frustrating to Charlie. Finally she positioned Charlie's rounded pudenda at the exact center of her mound. She released her grasp. Charlie pushed forward slowly, enjoying the delicious feel of again riding up into Annette's juicy pussy. He cruised inside her, enjoying the warmth of her cleft and the tickle of her silky hairs. Once hilted, he withdrew just as slowly, creating a vacuum that pulled her inner pussy lips unnaturally outwards. Her pussy lips expanded obscenely to accommodate his massive girth. This time there was no urgency in their coupling. Just slow, melodious strokes. They concentrated on kissing, probing each other's mouths while they fucked with an almost agonizing deliberateness. The sensations in their genitalia were secondary to the joy of kissing, suckling each other's tongues by turn. Charlie settled into a comfortable rhythm. Annie's probing tongue and her heaving pussy pushed him to sexual plateau. It was so good he didn't want to bust his nut. He just wanted to stay warmly ensconced inside her. It was clear that Annette knew exactly how to suck a dick with her pussy. She employed that art now. She kissed the black boy gently while savagely tightening her pussy walls around his probing missile. When he withdrew fully and sought again to penetrate, her labia closed around his shaft with an almost audible pop. She accentuated the move with a groan that emanated deep from within her soul. For Annette's part, she was all askew. She hadn't planned on kissing this black boy. She just wanted to fuck him. She wanted to feel his dick penetrate her torso. His kisses weren't unpleasant, but they seemed more of a social faux pas than the fucking. It was more...familiar. And yet, here she was with her tongue thrust boldly down his throat, firm as any penis, while his penis rode in and out of her love canal. His balls slapped insistently against her firmly rounded ass. It was all too much. In the heady liquid joy of their passion, Annette forgot where she was and whom she was with. All too soon she felt her passion bubble up to consume her. She felt the tightening rubber band again, the march up to ecstasy, the sudden release, the full-body spasms and jerks that signified her orgasm. She tasted his sweat, heard his drawn and muted breaths, felt the involuntary convulsions rippling up and down her pussy walls like an electric current, smelled the deep natural odors of human coupling. But, too, she felt Charlie tremble, quake and jerk. He'd come inside her. She felt the sticky eruption, felt the hot blobs of semen crashing against her cervix, felt the creepy flood of sticky cum oozing from her hole, dripping across her butt cheeks to linger ever so briefly before dropping to the ground beneath like honey dripping from a comb. "CHARLIE!!" Charlie was still straining to pump the last vestiges of cum into her trembling twat. "Charlie, STOP!!" But he held her in place and finished delivering his load. Annette was about to panic. This was more than she'd bargained for. She'd believed she could control all of the orgasms today. Apparently not. Charlie arched into her, heedless of her struggles. "CHARLIE, LET ME UP!!" Her panic brought Charlie back to reality. She pushed his chest forcefully. He rolled off of her. Annette bounced up and ran over to the pool. She waded in up to her hips, contracted her pussy muscles and sucked water inside. Then she reversed the process and expelled the water forcefully. Charlie's milky semen clouded the water. Annette waded away from the cloudy water. She repeated the maneuver over and over until the cloudy mixture spewing from her vagina cleared. Charlie watched her bemusedly from the bank. "You weren't supposed to do that, Charlie!!" "I couldn't help it. You said your pussy 'uz good. You 'uz right, Miss Annie." "Charlie, that's not funny! Supposed I get big? You're supposed to wait and do that in my mouth, Charlie!! I showed you how, remember?!?" "Don't worry. I don't think you'll get big. Wasn't you wearing a rag just de other day?" "That's not the point, Charlie!!" "It is de point. You cain't gits big when you wears de rag." "Ohh!! You don't know nothin'!! You're just a nigger slave!!" She threw her fists up and down like a child in a fit of rage. Charlie lay back on the sward, propping himself up with his elbows. His penis was still partially erect, standing up a little off from his stomach. He'd had a powerful orgasm, though. "Come here," he ordered. Annette was still standing in the water, trying to figure out what else she could do. "Annette. Come here. I want you to finish." "WHAT?!?" "Come here." His cum-slickened dick bounced weakly off his stomach. Picking up on his intentions, Annette shook her head. This young nigger didn't know what time it was. Still, she stomped over to him obediently, sat down and took his softening dick into her mouth. She tugged at it angrily and with none of the care she'd taken previously. She sucked at him mechanically. Yet her ministrations were half-hearted. She couldn't shake the idea of becoming impregnated by this...this...slave. Charlie was unable to maintain his erection under her assault. He could tell she was upset. Charlie pulled his penis from her mouth, pushed her back on the grass and pushed her legs open again. Annette thought he was going to try and push his semi-flaccid member back into her pussy. But Charlie knelt between her legs, bent his head and gave her pussy a long, leisurely lick that ended with the tip of his tongue tickling her clit gratuitously. From his position between her legs he looked up to see a look of shock and wonder on Annette's face. She hadn't expected this. All the boys she'd been with expected to be sucked, but they didn't want to lick. Charlie found the hooded piece of flesh that covered Annette's clit and pushed it aside with his tongue. Then slowly he ran concentric circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, keeping his touch as light as possible. He knew Annette had come hard just five minutes prior. For her part, Annette was shocked to have Charlie's head between her thighs. No male, black or white, had performed this service for her though she'd long fantasized about it. Now, just as she was recovering from her earlier massive orgasm, this black boy with his thick lips and his hot tongue had her legs up in the air AGAIN. Charlie licked her pussy and kissed her clit with increasing passion. In response, Annette's clit began to stiffen. It rose from beneath its protective hood like a phallic incubus. It protruded from the top of her moistened cleft. Charlie closed his lips around it. He began to suck. Even though her little penis wasn't big enough to breach his full lips, the effect on Annette was astonishing. Within seconds Annette was crooning and trying to suppress shrieks of passion. She grabbed Charlie's head and humped his mouth with reckless abandon. "Oh, suck it, Charlie!! Don't stop!! Please!! Suck it, Charlie!! PLEASE!!" Charlie sucked as hard as he might. He flicked his tongue out to tickle her pussy lips. He jammed his tongue up her cooze. He sucked her clit ever harder. "Ooooooh!! Give me your tongue!! Push it up in there!! SUCK IT, Charlie!! Oh, push it up!! SUCK IT UP. AUGGGGHHHHHHH!!" Annette arched her hips. She held his head in place as she raked her clit back and forth across his lips, nostrils and tongue. She felt the hot, rough surface of his tongue expertly licking and laving her labia. All too soon Annette exploded in her strongest orgasm of the day. She shrieked so loudly that Charlie was afraid she'd be heard over at the farm. Charlie tried to cover her mouth with his hands but Annette slapped his hands away. She meant to express herself and she did. She locked her legs around Charlie's head for what seemed an eternity. She gripped him so tightly that he had trouble breathing. When finally she released him she knew she'd stumbled upon a gold mine. Cum inside or no, this boy was a gold mine. She knew she had to have this feeling between her legs again. She looked down and saw that her theatrical sexual orgasm had firmed his organ yet again. It swung heavily between his legs, slapping at his thighs. "Oh my god," she thought. "Not AGAIN!!"

William Carter leant back in his chair and stretched him arms up over his head, letting out a long sigh. It had been a long week, and yet here he was still sat at his desk when he should have been long gone. "You still here, Carter?" he craned his neck to see his boss Maurice approaching along the row of desks. Around ten years Will's senior, he got on well with Maurice, and had even been around his house for drinks the previous summer. "You know me, Skip. Do anything for the team." Maurice laughed, coming to a stop at his desk. With his coat buttoned up and bag slung across his shoulder, his boss was clearly on his way out to start his weekend. "What would we do without you, oh doyen." He grinned, "Seriously though, it's six o'clock on a Friday, and I know you've been here since before eight." "I know, I know." "If you keep leaving that gorgeous girlfriend of yours alone her eyes might wander." Maurice gestured to the photo on Will's desk. His girlfriend, Natasha, taken over the Christmas holiday when they had gone out walking in the snow. Even wrapped head to toe in warm clothes, her beauty shone like a beacon, her bright green eyes glowing and her big smile making his heart quicken even then. "If I go home on time I'm on my own for hours anyway. She's been working late all this week." "So that's why you're mister team man." Maurice chuckled, "Still, you've got to watch out for the late nights, especially with a girl like that." Will frowned at that. What was he implying? Seemingly picking up on Will's change of demeanour, Maurice raised his hands apologetically. "Shit, sorry mate, I didn't mean it like that. Natasha is nothing like that, I know," his boss explained, "It's just...well, she's stunning. Like, seriously. She's got to have guys swarming all over her." It was true enough. Natasha was beautiful, and it wasn't just in his eyes. Everyone agreed. The guys at work - people who had only met her once or twice - gossiped about her, people stopped and gawped in the street when they were out, she was endlessly complaining about guys hitting on her. Will was decent enough looking himself, but standing side by side with his girlfriend he always felt completely outmatched. She was Hollywood A-List, and he was bit part in Emmerdale. But he never doubted her. She was as good a person as he had ever known, and he trusted her with his life. If anything, she was far more nervous about him straying than the reverse. But then she had specific insecurities around that. "It's cool, I get it, but we're good." he said calmly, "she's on a big project right now. She's been basically live updating me on her calls all afternoon." Natasha worked as a project manager for a major telecoms company, and her most recent project was coming into a crunch period. With so many people involved, she'd been late almost every night for weeks, mired in endless conference calls, meetings and firefighting sessions. She had a habit, when bored on a call, of texting him over and over with pained commentary. "That's good to hear." Maurice said with a nod, "You need to keep a hold of that one, Carter." "Don't I know it!" He laughed. They chatted amiably about plans for the weekend - his boss was taking the kids to the village faire - before Maurice left. Not long after, feeling lonely in the office almost alone, Will packed up his own things to leave. The spring sun of the early evening put him in good spirits as he travelled home, and the miles flew by. Before he knew it, he was pulling into the drive of their small detached property, whistling to himself as he went inside. Both he and Natasha earned good wages, and though it had seemed a big step to move into together after only four months dating, it had turned out even better that he had hoped. Natasha was a delight to live with; as warm, fun and lovely as she had ever been, but now all day long. They rarely fought, and never heatedly, usually over some trivial matter that could quickly be worked out. Of the two, he was the stickler for cleanliness, although she never shirked her responsibilities. They shared most everything, from cleaning to cooking to paperwork, and it seemed to mesh perfectly. Everywhere he looked around the place he could see signs of her; a painting of a snowy country scene she had found at a car boot sale hung up in the hallway, a heavy stuffed elephant doorstop in the lounge, the bright display of artificial sunflowers sitting in the conservatory, a note she had left pinned to the fridge door warning him to leave her Greek yoghurt alone in mock stern tones, complete with a frowny face. It was a place filled with her, and Will had never felt more at home. He had only spent a few minutes in front of the television, weekend reward beer in hand, when he heard the sound of Natasha's car pulling into the drive. Smiling, he got up to greet her. Standing in the doorway into the main hall, Will raised a hand in greeting as his girlfriend nudged the door open. After the gruelling fortnight she had been through at work, Natasha looked a little worn down, but still cheerful. She was dressed in jeans and a grey sweater - her office, like his own, dressed down each Friday - and her knee length cream coloured coat. Her face lit up when she saw him, her big green eyes sparkling. "Welcome home," he said warmly, "how did everything go in the end?" Natasha grinned, flashing him a victory sign as she shrugged her laptop bag off and lowered it to the floor. "All good, everything is on track," she said, "I get to leave my computer turned off this weekend." "Great work," he said earnestly. He'd been involved in enough big projects in his own line of work to know how things got around crunch time. Humming an acknowledgement, Natasha stepped close to him, arms outstretched, and he drew her into a hug. Natasha was a few inches shorter than him - Will wasn't a tall man, but nor was he particularly short - and seemed to fit perfectly in his arms. She squeezed him gently for a few moments, her large chest mashing pleasantly against his while he breathed in the scent of her hair. "What a week," she said wearily, "This is what I needed." "Glad to be of service," he chuckled, patting her on the back, "Energy transfer initiated." Natasha giggled into the crook of his neck, squeezing tighter. "I've ordered the holiday money now," she said after a short silence. "Oh, really?" Will perked up. They were due to be flying out to Greece the following weekend, but with Natasha's work they'd been worried it might need to be postponed. "Yep, we're going. No more messing around." Pulling back a little, Natasha grinned up at him. Her bright green eyes shone with warmth and happiness, "I spoke with Miranda, and she's basically said I'm out the door on Friday come what may." "Er, Miranda...?" Will was sure he'd heard the name before, but it could be a little hard to keep track of everyone Natasha worked with. "The big boss, operations director." Natasha made a face, "You know, the Dragon of Filsbury Data Centre." "Hey, it's your office, not mine," Will laughed, "but it does sound familiar. That's great news." With a cheerful hum Natasha tugged on his shoulders, and he obliged in leaning down for a kiss. Once more, like every day, he was reminded at just how soft and sweet his girlfriends lips were, and how good it felt to hold her. The kiss was short and chaste, and his girlfriend drew back, bouncing on her heels as she did so. "So, what's for dinner tonight? I'm starving." Her eyes brightened, "Oh, can we get takeaway?" "I was thinking pasta," Will stepped away towards the dining room, "I want to keep at least some of the gut off for the beach." "Boo." Natasha pouted. "Not all of us can look like movie stars," he said airily, "anyway, what's wrong with my cooking?" "Oh ha ha. You look great, drama queen." Natasha laughed, "But I'm not leaving you to cook unsupervised. What are we making, then?" Once Natasha had put away her office bag - firmly slamming the under-stair cupboard door as she did so - they moved to the kitchen together. Cooking was one of the things they enjoyed doing together, and Will had always found it a nice way to bond with her. Natasha was an enthusiastic cook, always keen to try new recipes or emulate something she had seen on Masterchef or similar. Usually her ambition got a little ahead of her experience, but they always had fun time trying to make it work, even if they ended up with the odd soufflé looking like a biscuit dropped in a ramekin full of gravy. Will was happy to do the donkey work, honing the tried and trusted meals to make sure they always had something good to eat at the end of the day. They worked in perfect synch in the kitchen, chatting as they danced around one another. Natasha prepared the tomato sauce whilst he diced and fried some chicken breast with a little paprika and garlic. Once he was ready to hand the meat off to stir into the sauce, she had set the pan to boil the pasta. Side by side at the hob, she stirred in the chicken to her sauce, whilst he measured out the wholemeal penne to go along with it. It was so easy and natural, Will's heart swelled when they both stepped back at the same time, her eyes seeking out his and her trademark happy grin emerging. Smiling back, he swept her up into a hug, swinging her around the kitchen as she beat playfully at his shoulders, giggling. "See, this is better than a takeaway." "Just you wait; I wasn't stingy on the chilli this time." Will kept an eye on the pasta and stirred the sauce whilst Natasha went to freshen up - and no doubt surreptitiously check her emails. By the time she returned he was ready to serve, and she captured him in a hug from behind as he did so, resting her chin on his shoulder to watch. "I'm hungry," she commented as he moved to set the leftovers aside. With exaggerated care, he served another heaped spoonful onto her plate. Natasha hummed her approval, kissing him on the cheek. "Shall we open a bottle of wine?" he asked as he picked up both plates. "Just try and stop me." Natasha giggled, releasing him and skipping across the kitchen to their small wire-frame wine rack. Will was more of a beer man himself, but it was nice to share a bottle with his girlfriend over an evening meal. Natasha was no great connoisseur either, and was just as happy with cider, beer or cocktails depending on her mood. "Do you remember which one we had when Dan and Evie were over?" Natasha called as he carried their food through to the dining room. "It was Australian, I think," he replied, "with a blue label." "Ooh, the Cabinet Servingnon." Natasha said, deliberately butchering the pronunciation, "I guess that's one I like?" "Well, we liked it before." He dealt with the cork and she poured them both a glass, settling them down on the dining room table beside the food. Placing the bottle on the table, Natasha stood for a moment, hands on hips, looking satisfied. "Aren't we looking classy tonight?" she said cheerily. "We're classy every night." Will said, taking his seat. "Last night we had pot noodles and Ribena in front of the telly." "Ribena is classy. It could have been supermarket own brand squash." "Classy for certain definitions of classy," she grinned. "Exactly." They chatted while they ate, flitting aimlessly between topics, any talk of work behind them. The pasta was good, if a little spicier than Will was typically used to, and the wine was perfectly serviceable. "So, I was thinking we could drop by my parent's house on Sunday." Will said, once he'd finished, stretching an arm over his head. Natasha made a quizzical sound, muffled by the mouth full of food she still had. "Mum said they have loads of sun cream left over from their holiday. It would save one job." Natasha rocked from side to side for a moment, still chewing, before she could reply. "Your mum buys, like, factor six stuff." "It's fine if you're just going to sit under a tree reading all day." Natasha made a face at him, "Anyway, dad uses a stronger one, so it should be fine." Natasha shrugged. "Sure, makes sense then. Can we stay for dinner too, or just a flying visit to clear ransack the holiday wardrobe?" "We'll stay for dinner, I'm not sure mum would let us leave anyway," they had a more or less open invite to drop in on his parents whenever. They loved Natasha almost as much as he did, and his mum was only too happy to cook for everyone, "I think Elly is home from uni for the weekend, too." "Oh, that'll be nice - this is sounding more like a get together than a sun cream raid." Natasha smiled, "She must be coming up to exam season, right?" "Yeah, she's stressing out a bit - I think that's why she's come back." Will shrugged, "She worries too much. She's smart, and she studies more than I ever did." "Maybe she wants to do better than a dirty old two-one." Natasha stuck her tongue out. "You wound me, woman." He put a hand to his heart, "Anyway, everyone knows that Business Management isn't a real degree." "Oh really?" Pushing back her chair, Natasha skipped around the table. Will raise his hands, laughing, as she approached. Evading his guard, she poked him in the side twice, making him laugh even harder. "You take that back, Billy Boy." "Sure, sure, I submit." Will swatted half-heartedly at her jabbing hands, still laughing, "Have mercy." Stepping back, Natasha rested her hands on her hips, grinning broadly. After the tiring few weeks she had gone through, Will was glad to see her in such good spirits. "So..." he said after a moment, before reaching over the table with his fork, "You gonna finish this?" Natasha let out a yelp, rushing back to her chair as he snagged a piece of her pasta. After they had finished eating Natasha vanished upstairs whilst Will cleared the plates and moved to the living room. Sitting down on the settee, he turned the television on to start browsing through the films saved on their set-top box. After a few minutes Natasha returned, wine bottle in hand, wearing her blue checked pyjamas and her hair tied up in a loose ponytail. Even in such casual nightwear she looked gorgeous, the mostly loose fabric taut around her large bust, a hint of cleavage showing through. Plopping down next to him, Natasha leant over, resting her head on his shoulder. "Have you found anything to watch?" she asked. "I've got a few ideas, but do you have anything in mind? Comedy, action..." Natasha tapped one finger against her chin, staring up at the corner of the room where the ceiling met the wall. "Oh, how about a thriller? Something with spies." After a little more searching they settled on a John le Carre adaption Natasha had recorded the previous week and settled in. Lying lengthways along the sofa, he hugged her closely to him as she snuggled up against him, innocently pressing her pert behind against him. Will wasn't sure how well he was going to be able to follow an intricate espionage plot. The film was interesting, if a little heavy going for him after a long week of work. Natasha was enraptured as usual; she loved mystery and intrigue more than anything. After around an hour Will paused the film to visit the toilet and, having finished the bottle of wine, to get a couple of bottles of beer. When he returned he was amused to find his girlfriend had managed to snag a tube of Pringles and steal his seat while he was away. Unconcerned, he settled down on the sofa, allowing Natasha to be the big spoon, after he'd ensured she could see over him. He handed Natasha her drink then leant back against her, her soft body providing a perfect pillow for to enjoy the film with. For a while they continued to watch, Natasha cuddled up tightly against him, still enraptured. It was a familiar situation, and Will was fairly certain he knew what would be coming before the film finished. When he had first started dating Natasha, he had not been able to believe his luck. They had met at some social gathering or other, she a friend of an acquaintance. He had become familiar with the way she lit up a room over time, but on that day he had been completely awestruck by her beauty and bowled over by her warmth and charm. Much to his delight, they had hit it off immediately and, by the end of the night, had swapped phone numbers with the vague promise to meet up again. Will had been victim of the fake number brush off once or twice before, but thankfully it had not been the case that night, and they had soon arranged to meet up again. Then had come the real bombshell. After only a couple of weeks and a handful of enjoyable pseudo-dates, Will had mustered up the courage to ask Natasha out for real. At that point, she had let him know her secret. His perfect, beautiful, smart and sweet potential girlfriend had a cock. Will liked to think of himself as an open, modern man, but that revelation had left him dumbstruck. It didn't seem possible; she was easily the prettiest girl he had ever met, and nothing even hinted at anything else. Along with everything else, he also realised in that moment that, whatever else he was feeling, the worst thing was to see Natasha looking sad. Her nervous, crestfallen expression at his gormless reaction had spurred him back into life. However confusing the situation was, he never wanted to see her upset. So, despite everything, he had cast his doubts aside on the spot, and they had started dating. It was the best decision he had ever made. The revelations didn't just stop there, much to his general befuddlement. Having a cock was one thing, but she soon revealed that she was bigger than him; substantially so. It had been somewhat emasculating, but also not. It was just Natasha, his girlfriend. He could share anything with her. When their relationship progressed further she dropped her next big bomb - she liked to be on top. She was gunning for his butt with her big...gun, and it was another decision he had to make. For their first time she wanted to take him - she had been burned too many times dating guys who made promises but wouldn't reciprocate in the end. She had turned on the wheedling charm he had come to know well since, and by this point he was too smitten with her to back out, despite the implications. Somehow he'd survived that first night, and Natasha had been so happy it was hard to even complain, however sore he might have been. It had never even crossed his mind as something he would ever do, but somehow having the most beautiful woman in the world gaze down at him while she fucked his ass made it that little more bearable. The intervening months had taught him more of her little tricks, and he was surprised at how quickly they had settled back into a normal rhythm despite the unorthodox facet of their relationship. And now, snuggled up against her on the settee, he could guess what was to come. His suspicions were confirmed towards the end of the film, when she started to fidget and squirm behind him. He could feel her shifting her weight, pressing against him and withdrawing slightly, her hands still clasping him tightly. When she finally settled again he could feel it; her thick length pressed firmly up against his ass. Smiling to himself, Will resolved to ignore it for now and continue watching. He had learnt a long time ago that if he allowed himself to be distracted every time Natasha got a hard on they wouldn't get through to the end of the film. Natasha continued to fidget as they watched, surreptitiously grinding her crotch against him, as though he wouldn't notice. She was clearly a little hornier than usual; it had been hard to find time together in the week, with the long nights working. Fortunately, the film was pretty good, and the closing sequences held his attention despite temptations from elsewhere. From Natasha's little gasps and chuckles, she was still following along too, which wasn't always the case when she started messing around. Eventually it drew to a close - an action filled set piece ending - and Will craned his neck to look over his shoulder at Nat. "That one was pretty good." "Yeah, you're right." She smiled, "I had no idea who the double agent was." "Really?" He raised an eyebrow, "Well, you did seem a bit distracted towards the end there." Natasha blushed prettily, knowing that she had been busted. "I can't help that." She mumbled, "If you press your cute butt against me of course I'm going to get hard." Will grinned and rubbed her thigh affectionately, then sat up. After a moment, Natasha scooted along the sofa before sitting up next to him. Glancing over, her could see the noticeable tent in her pyjama bottoms. "So, what do you want to do now?" He asked, nudging shoulders with her, "Another film? Or some TV?" Natasha was quiet for a moment, leaning into him. It was still fairly early, but he had a good idea what she was contemplating. "I'm pretty tired, you know?" She said at last. "Early night, then? I'm down for that." Natasha nodded, but didn't make any move to stand up. Then, she took his hand, and drew in down into her crotch. Will wasn't sure if he would ever get used to just how big Natasha's cock actually was. Years of jerking off his by all accounts above average dick had given him an intimate feel for it, and yet hers was in another league. Over nine inches, he was sure, and substantially thicker, Natasha's dick felt intimidating in his hand, heavy and warm to the touch. "Not that tired, then," he said with a smirk. With his left hand he gently pumped up and down her length through the fabric of her bottoms. "I'm tired and I'm horny," she said quietly, "It's been really busy..." Natasha's gruelling work schedule had been disrupting their sex life for over a week and, honestly, Will was probably itching for release just as much as she was. Giving her a firm squeeze, which induced a breathy gasp, Will drew his girlfriend into a long kiss. It was relatively chaste, just the gentle movement of her lips against his, but his heart filled with warmth once again. When the kiss finally broke and he drew back a few inches to take her in, he could see the glow of passion in her eyes. Her fire was well and truly lit, and he would surely be feeling the consequences. "Come on." Natasha said, standing and tugging him to his feet. Once hand immediately went to his ass, squeezing firmly. Will didn't really feel qualified to say what made a guys ass desirable, but his was certainly a favourite of Natasha. Allowing himself to be led, William trailed his beautiful girlfriend to the bedroom. She had an excited bounce in her step, her own pert, perfect ass serving as a siren call for him to follow. Once they were inside he caught her arm, sweeping her into another kiss, twirling as they crossed the room. Her meaty erection pressed firmly against him now, insistently making it's presence known between them. Natasha clung tightly to him, one arm tight against his back whilst the other tousled his hair. They connected with the side of the bed as they span, tipping over arm in arm and thudding into the mattress side by side, finally breaking their kiss. Natasha's eyes sparkled as she met his, and she burst into infectious laughter. He chuckled along, running a hand up and down her arm as he did so. "Dork." Will said fondly. "Your dork," she countered. "My precious, irreplaceable queen of the dorks." With a happy squeal Natasha rolled on top of him, turning him onto his back as she did so. For a moment she just stared down at him, eyes as warm as his heart felt. "Damn, I'm so hard right now," she mumbled, glancing down as though embarrassed. "I'm glad you're not bored of me yet," he joked. "Hmmm, you say that," slowly and deliberately, Natasha pressed her hips against his, grinding firmly. Will let out a soft gasp as her heavy cock squeezed tantalisingly against his own raging erection, "but maybe you need to show me some fun." "If it's fun my girl wants," Will slipped his hand between their bodies, and under the elasticated waistband of her pyjamas, "then that can be arranged." Natasha moaned softly as he took a grip of her cock, feeling the warm, bare skin for the first time in days. He couldn't quite close his grasp, such was her thickness, but it still felt strangely natural in his hand. With a couple of slow pumps of his fist she was like putty. Letting out a long, satisfied breath, she clung to him, burying her face against in the crook of his neck. After a spending a few moments apparently satisfied with his attentions, Natasha's hands began to roam to, fumbling first with the buttons of his shirt, and then trying to reach his belt, but the awkward positioning made it difficult. Will smiled indulgently as she squirmed, happy to keep stroking her healthy manhood. "Oh, damnit," she grumbled, "why do you still have clothes on? Why do I still have clothes on?" Giving her one final squeeze, Will withdrew his hand before pushing himself up on his elbows. "Why do we fix that?" In an excitable rush, Natasha pulled him to his feet. Her pyjama bottoms, usually fairly loose and baggy, had taken an almost comical air, the tent she was pitching very much in the big-top territory. "You starting up a circus down there?" he said, amused. Natasha glanced down a blushed prettily. "You're the one who's been snake charming." Natasha quickly and enthusiastically helped him out of his clothes, fingers working at his shirt buttons while he kicked off his jeans. He let out an approving him as she paused to squeeze his cock through his boxes, before she tugged them down too. Turning his attention to Natasha, Will lifted her pyjama top up over her head and tossed it aside, eyes greedily taking in her body. She wasn't wearing a bra, but her large breasts sat high and proud on her chest nonetheless, rising a falling with her excited breathing. Her pink, slightly upturned nipples were a little on the small side, but he felt his fingers twitch at the sight. Noticing him staring, Natasha took a step back and tilted her hips, fixing him with a seductive smile. Hooking her thumbs into the waistline of her pyjama bottoms, she slowly drew them downwards, swaying her hips as she did so. Licking his suddenly dry lips, Will couldn't help but have his attention drawn away from her magnificent chest. The elasticated band caught around her cock for a few seconds, dragging the hard, heavy length downward as she went. Finally, it sprang free, the thick pale pole launching up from between her legs like catapult. The sweet flesh slapped meatily against her belly, still swaying along with the continued toss of Natasha's hips. "Goddamn," he said softly, "you are the sexiest woman in fucking world." Natasha let her bottoms drop to the floor and stepped out of them, now completely naked. Two deities in one; the beauty of female perfection with a masculine power he could only dream of. "I've waited all week for this." With that, Natasha threw herself into his arms, and he caught her barrelled into him. They toppled backwards onto the bed together, Natasha giggling as they did so. She landed flush on top of him, and Will immediately drew her into a kiss and she clutched tightly against him. Her silken skin felt warm against him, and her hard length pressed insistently into his hip. For a time they simply enjoyed holding one another. Their tongues and lips danced lazily but insistently, whilst Will allowed his hands to roam free along his girlfriends back, savouring the soft contours of her body and lingering on the delightful swell of her hips and ass. Natasha rocked gently against him as they kissed, one hand tousled in his hair whilst the other wandered. Will was used to letting her lead in the bedroom, and it was no surprise when she drew back slightly and shifted across towards the side of the bed, her eyes seeking out his eagerly. He grinned up at her as she reached over to the bedside cabinet, snagging the small bottle that was a near permanent fixture. A few moments later, her hand snaked down between his legs and he felt the cool slickness of the oil. With a practice technique, Natasha's slender fingers quickly found his hole, and she started probing. Knowing she had her bearings, Will pulled her back into another kiss, running his fingertips up her side and eliciting a gasp as he cupped one of her full, firm breasts. Natasha had always been sensitive there, and Will was only too happy to take advantage. As almost a counter stroke as he rolled her stiff nipple between two fingers, her own finger popped through his defences, and they both let out small squeaks in unison. Catching her eye, Will grinned, and Natasha giggled. Seemingly satisfied with her work, his girlfriend withdrew her wandering hand, and a few moments later he heard the tell-tale squelching sound of her attending to her own preparation. On his back as he was with her leaning over him he couldn't see, but he knew from experience that Natasha lubing herself up was a mighty impressive - and no small part scary - sight. "Are you ready for me?" she breathed softly, her lips inches from his ear. "Yes," he replied huskily, "don't keep me waiting, love." Eyes flashing brightly, Natasha tossed the bottle of oil aside and scooted back slightly, lifting herself over him to kneel between his legs. As she backed away her cock came into sight again, huge, hard and swaying like a pendulum as she moved, glistening in the low light of the bedroom. He had long since stopped worrying about her obvious superiority in that most masculine of qualities, but he still couldn't help but compare as she knelt over him. Jutting out like an obelisk, her cock looked even bigger on her much smaller body, and despite his own erection he was clearly well beaten. "Someone looks excited." Natasha, he knew, never gave much thought to their relative sizes, besides being somewhat proud of her own gifts. The worst he ever got was the occasional playful teasing, but he knew it was just that. Given Natasha's preferences in the bedroom, it really wasn't a big deal between the two of them. Taking her cock in one hand, her fingers even less able to reach around the full thickness than his, Natasha tapped her length roughly against his. It wasn't quite a display of dominance, and Will enjoyed the shot of pleasure he felt from her fat python bumping and stroking up against his cock. After a few moments of rubbing, she shuffled forward again on her knees, forcing his legs wider to accommodate her. Completely exposed, Will could only gaze up at his beautiful girlfriend as her attention turned southward once more. Humming cheerfully, Natasha directed her rigid cock, and suddenly Will felt it nudging against him, parting his cheeks and nudging up against his core. Apparently satisfied, Natasha looked up again, flashing another of her brilliant smiles. "Relax for me, my love." Will took a long, slow breath, which turned into a gasp as Natasha edged her hips forward. Prepared as they both were, Natasha's cock slipped inside without too much effort, but it still took his breath away. There was always pain at first, however many times they did it. Will wasn't sure he would ever be fully comfortable with her sheer size, but he knew it would pass. For a long minute he stared up at her, smiling encouragingly, as his ass adjusted to her thick cock nestled just inside him. Despite all the times they had fucked before, Natasha always treated him like a precious, fragile thing when she first entered him. He knew she had a real fear of hurting him with her size, and was always so careful to ease him in every time. Her eyes searched his for affirmation, a heady mix of anxiety, excitement and lust. "It's good, Nat," he breathed as the pain began to fade. Natasha nodded. "Okay." She said softly, "I...I love you, Will." Before he could reply she started leaning into him, feeding more of her cock into his ass. He let out a quiet groan as she burrowed deeper, finding that sweet switch inside him that always made his body sing. She watched him intently the whole way, anxious for his obvious approval. "Oh god, Nat." He gasped, "Feels so big...so good." Natasha gave a small smile. "It's good for me too," she said softly. With each inch he felt more and more full and, in a way, more complete, as though this was the way it was always meant to be. His toes curled and he clutched at the bed sheets, letting out a long, satisfied hiss. When her hips finally bumped against his, her heavy balls tapping against him, he looked up at her and smiled wickedly. "Fuck me, Nat, you beautiful woman." With Natasha being on top, he knew she would be setting the pace of their passion. Sometimes that meant she would pound him hard, slamming each gasping breath out of him with the force of her thrusts. Other times, she would make love to him slowly, with long, languid strokes and frequent pauses just to enjoy the feeling of being coupled together. This time it appeared to be the latter. With a soft sigh, she leaned forward, pressing a short kiss to his lips, before slowly pulling back one, three, six inches of tortuous pleasure. She held there for a moment, the remaining third of her dick still straining against him, and then eased back in again. He let out a slow breath as she did so, feeling the wind truly knocked out of him as she bottomed out, her cock reaching into the very deepest parts of his ass. She quickly built up a familiar rhythm of slow, easy strokes, and soon all sense of pain had vanished and he was left with only the glorious satisfaction of her dick playing it's symphony inside him. The fullness, the ecstasy, the indescribable and unquantifiable joy of looking up at the beautiful woman he loved kneeling over him, taking him and making love to him. She held his hips gently as she worked, warm eyes clouded with her own heightening pleasure. Lying on his back, he had the perfect view of her stunning form, her warm beauty and tousled hair, her large breasts jiggling with each thrust. "It's so good, Nat." He breathed, "Aaaaah, right there." "I love you honey," she replied warmly, "It feels so good inside you." "I love you too, Natasha." With one shaky hand he reached out to cup her cheek, and she leant into it with a small smile, "I love you, and I love it when you fuck me." Natasha bit her lip, grinning, her cheeks flushing prettily. "Then I'll make you feel good." She murmured, and with another swift roll of her hips, she stole any further words out of his mouth. For a time there was only the soft sound of their love making to fill the room. His arching breaths and shameless girlish moans; her soft pants and little gasps of pleasure; the rhythmic slap of body on body each time she thrust into him; the creak of the wooden bedframe, rocking with their motion. Will's whole world attuned to the pace of her fucking; his breaths and gasps, the curling of his fingers and toes, the throbbing twitch of his own cock as the pleasure fountained within him with every stroke. He could feel the familiar pressure building as she fucked him. Her massive cock pressed and abused his prostate with each stroke, stoking him towards the crescendo he had grown to crave. The flares of pleasure merged and extended with each passing moment, with each delicious thrust, drowning out any residual pain her size delivered. Staring up into her shining, beautiful eyes he could see her own pleasure heightening to match his. "Fu-uck." He gasped desperately. He was close, he knew. Reaching up, he cupped her breast, squeezing gently, savouring the firm yet yielding touch and the satin smoothness of her skin. Latching on to her nipple, he rolled it between finger and thumb as he knew she enjoyed. Natasha's eyes fluttered as he did so, and she gave him a warm, encouraging smile, like he were a child who had just done a good deed. He wanted them to come together, and he knew it wouldn't be long. "I'm...ah..." Natasha moaned, "I'm going to...inside you." "Do it." He replied breathlessly, "Fill me up, make me yours." The ecstasy was writ large in her expression now, and finally her steady strokes started to break down. Hands grasping tightly at his hips, she drilled him harder, with short sharp bursts, her body slamming against him each time. Her impossibly hard cock seemed to almost pulse inside him, driving his roiling sensations towards and beyond the event horizon. Overwhelmed, his allowed his hand to drop away from her chest, instead bringing his legs around to wrap tightly around her waist, doing what he could to desperately hold her inside

him. In the moment, he needed her more than anything else in the world. "Oh god, I want it Nat. Give it to me, please." He gasped, "Oh god, it's so...aaah." "I'm gonna...I'm gonna...oh Will, I love you!" As though her words were a trigger, his orgasm crashed in, the unstoppable tsunami Natasha had stoked finally rolling over him. Untouched, his hard cock began to spasm, shooting his pent up tension across his own bare torso. Will let out a silent cry, unable to articulate even a gasp as the heat and pleasure coursed through him. In that singular moment it wasn't just his cock, or his ass or the precious buttons inside him that Natasha played like a maestro; his whole body sang, his very nerves alight with the warmth she brought. Letting out a small, girlish gasp of her own, Natasha thrust into him one final time, her powerful cock once again reaching his very deepest places, heavy balls nestling between his cheeks. Even as he rode his own wave he felt it, the spasm of her thick length and the tell-tale warmth as her cum started to flood in. At his most full, with all nine inches of her glorious tool buried inside him, she sought that final space to fill with her hot, creamy load. Even as she came, her eyes found his, and he did all he could to project his own love and joy to her in response. "Ooooh, fuck Will," she moaned, her fingers flexing their grip as she crested her own high, "it's so good." Feeling his own orgasm starting to subside, Will reached up and grabbed Natasha, pulling her down onto him. She let out a small squeal of surprise, but melted into his arms as he kissed her firmly even as she still twitched and spurted inside him. In a few short months, this had become his world and his heaven. His beautiful girlfriend in his arms, her full breasts mashed up against his chest, a long, lingering kiss in the throws of passion. Her dick hilted balls deep inside him, filling him with her love as he meandered into a post-orgasmic haze. The last was something he'd never known he wanted, but Will knew for sure that he wouldn't swap it for anything. He felt her relax into him as they kissed, as her own orgasm finally started to cool. Knowing Natasha, he was full to the brim and beyond, but for now she kept it all plugged up inside him. The liquid warmth accompanying her thickness was a strange but not unpleasant sensation. When she broke the kiss, Natasha nuzzled into his shoulder, panting softly, out of breath from her exertions. He would give her that; Natasha put a lot more effort into their lovemaking that he did. Humming idly, Will ran a hand up and down the smooth, sweat sheened skin of her back, drawing mindless patterns as he did so. "You good?" he asked. Natasha nodded in reply, still nuzzled against him. She was starting to soften inside him, as the pressure slowly began to ease. Content, Will just held her against him for a time, staring a idly at the ceiling and listening to their breathing, quietly in synch. Eventually, Natasha drew back, and Will had the strange sensation of being emptied. Even partially soft she was still thick, and the removal from his ass left him wide and exposed. Almost immediately he felt her warm cum start to leak from his now cleared passage. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, after months together, but still an odd one. With Natasha no longer between his legs Will finally was able to readjust, feeling his hips thighs ache a little as he and Natasha made a little dance around each other. Soon, he was on his side, eye to eye with his love, arms resting comfortably around her waist. "You really did a number on me there," he said fondly, stroking a lock of dark her from her still somewhat flushed face. "Did...did I hurt you?" she asked quietly. "Of course not," he kissed her brow, "you just reminded me of another reason why you're the only girl for me." Despite everything, all the time they had spent together, he knew Natasha sometimes got insecure about sex. Not the act itself; he had no doubts she knew exactly what she was doing each time she screwed a sickeningly intense orgasm out of him. She worried about him, about his acceptance of her. As though she wasn't way out of his league under ordinary circumstances, and her uniqueness only made it more unbalanced in his eyes. "There's lots of girls who wouldn't...wouldn't..." "Natasha," he said calmly, hugging her tightly, "I love it when you make love to me, I don't want it any other way." "But..." "I love you, Natasha. Everything about you, okay?" he gave her another squeeze, "I'm a big boy. If we ever did anything I didn't like, you'd know about it. So don't worry." Natasha's eyes searched his for a moment, as though seeking the truth they both already knew. Then she gave him a weak smile, her moments insecurity overcome. "Right. You're a big boy. Just," her smile turned into a smirk, "not as big as me." "Oh I see how it is." He laughed, "Play the demure angel and then lord it over me? You're lucky you're such a good lover, Nat." Natasha blushed, but looked happy. Feeling on firmer ground, Will let his hand wander, dropping down to her cock once again. She was now mostly soft, but the warm, cum and lube slick length was still large in his hand. Enjoying the touch, he gave her a light stroke, allowing her to rest in his hand as he did so more so than grip her. "A-ah," she murmured, her eyes scrunching up briefly. Smirking to himself, Will continued to run his fingers gently along her soft length. Biting her lip, Natasha looked up, glowering at him, "if you keep that up you're gonna get me in the mood again." "Maybe that's what I want," he said mildly, "it's been a long week." To emphasise his words, Will took a more firm grip of her cock, giving it a slow pump. Natasha gasped and for a moment he thought she was still too sensitive. Then, tellingly, he felt her hardening at his touch. "Aren't you...sore?" she said breathily. "I'm fine," he said, using his free hand to brush a strand of hair from her face. Gazed at him owlishly, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead, "I'm kind of warmed up." "Oh," she mumbled in acknowledgement, then let out another soft moan. Her cock was now growing quickly in his grip, returning to its steely prime. Will loved the feeling of running his hands along the smooth, warm meat, the skin sliding back and forth over the iron like thickness beneath. "Aaaah..." she breathed, bringing her own hand down to stall him, "roll onto your front." Giving her another quick kiss on the forehead, Will complied, resting his chin on his arms as he did so. He heard the creak of the mattress as she moved up onto her knees and started shuffling around behind him. "You've got the sexiest ass, Will." She said quietly, "I just wanna..." "Be my guest." He looked over his shoulder to where she was now kneeling. Biting her lip, Natasha leant forward, bringing her hands down either side of him to support her weight. As she did so, her cock bumped up against him, nestling lengthways between his ass cheeks. Seemingly happy with her positioning, Natasha lowered herself on top of him, letting him take her full weight. Will relaxed into the bed as she did so, letting the feeling of her body against his envelop him. She started peppering the base of his neck with kisses as she slowly ground against him, her breasts mashing pleasantly against his back whilst her dick parted his cheeks like an oversized sausage in a bun. "You want it?" she murmured into his ear, sliding her hips forward. "Don't tease me, Nat," he said quietly in reply. She bounced against him, her cock sliding deliciously in his crack. In response, he pushed his hips back a little off the bed, pressing against her. He felt her draw back slightly, and then the tell-tale pressure as she lined up her head with his still loose and moist hole. Without ceremony, she collapsed back against him, burying her length in one smooth stoke. "Aaaah," he let out a satisfied gasp as she filled him once more, her body pressing flush against him again. "Mmmmm," Natasha hummed against his neck, her warmth breath tickling slightly, "you've gotten so good at taking me." For a time they just lay there, as joined and close as could be. Will was happy just to relax and enjoy the tingling pleasure Natasha drew out as she gently rocked against him, her cock filling him completely, with just the slightest of movements enough to set him off. He would never trade the intimacy of being fucked in the missionary position for anything; the joy of staring up at his girlfriend as she took him, seeing the love and happiness in her eyes was beyond quantifying. But there was different delight when she held him from behind. The feeling of her whole body assailing him, from her lips kissing at the back of his neck and ears, to her tits flush against him, to her heavy balls resting up against his, was special thing all of it's own. That his legs weren't splayed out to accommodate her made a nice change too. "I love being inside you," Natasha murmured softly, "I could stay like this forever." "I might get sore..." "Mhmmm," she kissed his neck again, "just a little longer, then. Then I'll fuck you for real." As they lay in comfortable silence, Will found himself drifting, carried away in the warm contentment that surrounded him. It wouldn't be the first time he had fallen asleep with Natasha inside him; they had once slept for hours in the same position, until they had both woken when he'd tried to roll over in his sleep. It had been a funny experience, but he'd felt weird and sore all day afterwards, and wasn't overly keen to repeat it. He was brought back to his senses when Natasha's slow, rhythmic humping stepped up a notch. Will let out a surprised gasp as she raised her hips up and crashed back into him. "Wakey wakey," she said cheerfully. "This is a wake-up call I could get used to." Giggling, Natasha picked up the pace, setting into a steady rhythm. With her body still pressed tightly against him, she worked her hips back and forth as far as she could manage, driving into him with a satisfying slap each time. Reaching out with one hand, she interleaved her fingers with his, smiling sweetly when he cast her a curious glance. The low-level pleasure he had been experiencing started to swell rapidly in time with her renewed aggression. Each time her cock drove into him, that now familiar fire burnt a little brighter as she stoked the burning embers. The cum she already left inside him churned and squelched with her strokes, adding another layer of lewdness to their coupling. "How does it feel?" she whispered huskily in his ear, "Your ass is so good around my cock." "Amazing," he blurted weakly, "Keep going." Her gasped in time with her excited breaths, holding her hand tightly as she pounded him. Each time she buried herself inside him his own cock pressed up against bed, and already he could feel the inevitable building. "Will," she murmured, "squeeze me, please. I'm close." Wanting nothing more than to please, Will squeezed her hand encouragingly, and squeezed her cock to the best of his ability in his abused and diminished state. His sore ass protested, but he wanted her to feel as good as she was making it for him. Craning his neck, he captured her lips in one final kiss. Considering their position, it was surprisingly chaste, as their lips moved slowly against one another. In his worn out state, with Natasha dominating all his senses, it felt like perfection. "I'm...I'm..." Natasha's voice dissolved into a soft moan, and he felt her explode within him once more. As though his body had been waiting for a sign, that last little twitching burst to nudge at his deepest places, Will came right along with her. Leaving herself fully hilted, she clutched him tightly, her twitching cock twanging at his nerves as she emptied another impressive load inside him. Will just wanted to savour the moment, of her body pressed against the length of his, her love filling his ass, her lips dancing with his, and his own orgasm ringing through him like electricity. His whole body tingled with a throbbing warmth that emanated from his girlfriend's amazing dick, as though it was a rod of pure pleasure driven into his very core. Once his neck began to ache he allowed his head to flop back down onto his forearm. Overstimulated and exhausted, he closed his eyes and just focussed on his breathing. For a time the only sound was of their breathing, slowly descending from tired gasping to something more regular. His nerves tingled with the afterglow, and his ass started to throb with a combination of refractory over stimulation and soreness from Natasha's relentless battering. Eventually she withdrew, her semi-hard cock sucking wetly at his insides and dragging another gasp from him. Her cum bubbled up along with it, and he knew he would really need to clean himself up. With a soft grunt, she rolled off of him and onto her back on the bed beside him. Will cracked open an eye to watch her, as beautiful as ever with her post-sex glow. By comparison, he probably looked completely haggard, like a man tossed through a hedgerow in a storm. "God I needed that." Natasha said to the ceiling, before his way and offer a bright smile. "Me too," he returned her smile, "It's been a hard week." "Yeah, it has." Rolling onto his side, Will reached out and took Natasha's hand in his, slowly drawing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. "Hey," he said quietly, "you know you're the best, right?" Natasha blushed, but smiled. "No," she replied just as quietly, "that's you, Will. I really am the luckiest girl in the world." As they lay together, hand in hand, Will considered that maybe there was some truth in that. Maybe Natasha wasn't just an impossibly beautiful fantasy, so far above his level as to be unbelievable. They worked together, inside and outside the bedroom and, really, what more did either of them need? He may never match her in looks, but he would give his all to make sure she never got anything less than the happiness she deserved. As her eyelids began to flutter sleepily, he reached out and brushed another lock of hair from her face. "I love you, Natasha." He whispered, but she had already dropped off to sleep. As he gazed at quiet form, his mind went to the small bag bundled up in the bottom of his gym bag, with the small box within. Once the idea had come to him, he had never given it a second thought. It was so right. He had spent far longer trawling the various jewellery stores than any agonising. Soon. Just another week and they would be jetting off. Just another week, and he would be ready. Natasha truly was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and he couldn't wait to let her know that too. **Ch. 1: Cameron Diaz** _Note-If anyone should have a problem with sex than go somewhere else._ "YEEESSS, FUUCCCKK ME! I'MM CUMMMING!" Cameron's orgasm flooded my cock just as mine shot down her tunnel. I looked at my watch and noticed she and I had been going at it for 10 minutes, "Shit, you better get dressed for rehearsal, hun." DAMN! 4 days ago I was sitting in my apartment watching endless TV. Today, I'm fucking Cameron Diaz. How on earth did I get here? It all started with a friend getting sick. He received a pass to the new "Charlie's Angel's" film. How he got them, I don't care, and didn't ask. To me the important thing was I was going to be rubbing elbows with 3 HOT stars: Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore, and Lucy Liu. The fact that I was going to be doing more than rubbing elbows was unbelievable. My ENORMOUS excitement was almost to much to hold me in the limo I was currently riding. "Yes, Mom. YES Mom. I know." The convenience of portable phones. They're available for such a situation as when your over-protective Mom wants to chitchat about if I'm alright. To hell with the person who gave her the number. Since I was going to be away on Mother's Day, all I wanted was to say "Happy Mother's Day" early. Just as I hung up, the limo came to a halt. Figuring I was here, I waited for my driver to open the door. "Your here, sir." Damn, I hated being called "sir." I know that people used that as respect, but I ALWAYS felt old when called that. Here it was: A HUGE closed set that had the beauties somewhere inside. I walked down the stone driveway to the doorway. As I got their, I was HUGELY surprised when someone opened it for me. It was Cameron Diaz herself. She looked stunning in a satin red dress. "Come in. I've been expecting you." "T-thanks," I stuttered. Without saying another word, Cameron pulled me inside and shut the door. Once shut, she pushed me against the wall and furiously kissed me. Where on earth did this come from? OH WELL, whatever was happening, I wished it wouldn't end. I would later learn that the trio of beauties drank a serum that made them REALLY horny. That still didn't explain how she knew I was coming. Again, don't care. Cameron Diaz is kissing me, that's all I care about. She put her fingers on my chest as her soft, moist tongue popped in my mouth. Finally, after she unzipped my fly, our kiss broke. "What's going on here?" I pleaded. "Shut up," she hissed and kissed me with even more passion this time. My hands found their way to the actresses chest. Her boobs were tiny, but there's no turning back now. Besides, one flaw isn't THAT bad. CERTAINLY not bad enough to force me to stop fondling the bombshell. As Keanu said in "Speed, "Crazy, not stupid." I was unzipping her tank top with enormous strength. They did say when you or under extreme situations you have the strength of many men. Well, this is an extreme situation. In turn, Cameron was pulling down my pants. When to my knees, I kicked them off with all my might I could muster. "GOD, I WANT YOU!!!" Cameron loosened my grip from her, and bend down on her knees. Off went my silk boxers. My raging cock was standing straight at the lovely face of Cameron. Grabbing my member, the young babe pumped my shaft. "SUCK ME!!! LICK MY COCK!!" She poked her tongue out of her mouth and licked the precum. Then, without interruption, the beauty sucked the entire length of my erection. I grabbed her and violently shoved her face on my cock. "SUCK ME!! LICK MY DICK!!! Yeah, nasty whore. Cameron made eye contact with me, and from her seductive expression, I could tell she was as turned on by my mouth as I was. With every stroke she made a louder slurping sound. With nothing for her hands to play with, the blonde grabbed my ass to steady herself. With each hard thrust, the stunning actress sucked me harder. Whack! WHACK! WHACK! My balls were thumping madly at Cameron's chin. Man, her uvula felp GREAT against his cock. "UH, YEEAAH, I'M CUMMINGGG! SUCK ME!" As i gave Cameron one last thrust, my orgasm washed down her throat. As the last drip was cleansing her inside, I popped out of her mouth. GULP! Lick my pussy." Cameron laid down on the flat set and waited for my tongue. I positioned myself flat on the floor and stuck my tongue out. Licking her once, I was anticipating finally fucking her cunt with my cock. The beautiful blonde grabbed my head and shoved me in her shaved wet opening. "SUUCKK MEEE!" Her hands furiously stabbed my tongue in and out of her pussy. "LIICCCKKK MEEE! SHOOVVEE YOUR TONGUE IN MEEE!" Her head was shaking so furiously she was banging against the floor. I was shocked her head didn't snap. She gonna have a nasty headache tomorrow. "YES! EAAT MEE! SUCCKK MY PUSSSYY!" Her hips were humping my face. "YEAH, I'MM CUMMINGGG!" Her massive orgasm watered my dry mouth. "Now, what you've waited for, my pussy." I kissed Cameron with my sticky cum-filled mouth. "UM, You taste good," I hissed. Positioning my rock at her wet lips, I easily guided the head in. Then, in one swift move, my whole erection entered the actress. "YES! FUCK MY PUSSY!" She put her fingers on my as and meet my hard thrusts. FUUCCKKK MY CUNT!" I LOVED the feel of her pussy around my cock. She was so tight. YES. Dirty fucking whore. You like my cock inside your slutty pussy?' "YEAH! FUCK ME LICK A WHORE! HARDERRR! YEEESSS, FUUCCCKK ME! I'MM CUMMING!" Cameron's orgasm flooded my cock as mine shot down her tunnel. I looked at my watched and noticed that she and I had been going at it for 10 minutes. "Shit, you better get dressed, hun." _To Be Continued..._ * * * * * _The next installment is with Drew Barrymore, so if you want to read that, e-mail me. I hope this gets better recognition then my earlier work. I just noticed that I only have one more story with Oral sex. Perhaps I should try and remember to fit that in EVERY story. I hope you enjoyed the "Pulp Fiction" style of the story. I did._

Heads turned as the maître d' led Queenie through the dimly-lit dining room of La Grenoulille. The elegant midtown restaurant had opened less than a year ago in the uneventful month between Marylin Monroe's death and the Cuban missile crisis. Seated at a candle-lit table near the back, Jack rose and bowed graciously. Queenie offered him her hand and he gently kissed it. They were both delightfully old school. "May I take the lady's coat?" asked the maître d'. "No thank you," she said. "I'm more comfortable keeping it on." She graced Jack with a wide grin. He watched her matte red-colored lips speak the words, "And I think everyone else would be too." If the maître d' felt flustered, he hid it completely as he politely nodded and backed away. "But of course." "Queenie, love, you nearly made the man blush," said Jack consulting the menu. "It's what I do best," she purred, pulling the collar of her fur coat up closer to her smooth slender neck and shimmying her whole body. "What kind of a number are you wearing under there tonight?" asked Jack. "Will we need to go downtown for you to take it off?" "That's one way of putting it," replied Queenie. Jack stopped his perusal of the menu, cocked one eyebrow, and looked around the edge of the table as if that would offer him a view under Queenie's full- length coat. "Come, now. Are you dressed like one of those beatniks? What are you playing at? Come to think of it, where did you get that coat? It must have cost a fortune. Do you have a sugar daddy I don't know about?" The waiter appeared with two glasses of champagne. He tried his best to pretend he didn't hear Jack's comment, but he was young, and the tray shook as he handed Queenie her glass. "Of course not, darling. I bought it myself." "The day job's going well then, I trust," said Jack returning his attention to the menu. The band started up. A few couples rose and glided to the dance floor. The waiter returned. Jack placed their order and returned his full attention to Queenie. "It's lovely, and you look radiant in it, just as you do in everything you wear." "I know," whispered Queenie, locking eyes with Jack while she leaned forward and lightly brushed her breasts against the table. Jack lowered his voice. "You are acting odd. Have you just laid with a man?" he asked. "No, even better," replied Queenie. It was hard to derail Jack, but he did a double take, pausing for a moment before asking, "A woman?" "You want to know?" said Queenie. Jack nodded like a school boy offered more candy than he could have imagined. "I've been frightfully naughty," she said. Jack beckoned for her to spill the beans. "You can't judge me." "Have I ever?" said Jack, sincerely. "I'm." Again, her luscious lips seemed to be the only objects in the room as Jack watched her speak so low she practically mouthed the words. "Not." Jack felt his breathing get heavier as if hexane gas had replaced the oxygen in the room. "Wearing." His mouth went dry. "Anything." "Frog legs," announced the waiter as the first course arrived. Queenie's sultry smile and the weight of her words sunk in as the waiter placed the dainty dish of amphibious extremities in front of them and filled their glasses with a dry white wine. Jack regained his signature cool composure and lifted his glass. Queenie raised hers in kind. "To fur," said Queenie. "Luncheon in fur," retorted Jack. "It's 10 pm. Really more of a dinner don't you think?" "Touche. May I call you Ms. Oppenheim?" "I'm a dancer, not an artist." "One in the same." "How is your novel coming along?" asked Queenie. "Not as well as you apparently. Why change the subject?" "Because if we keep speaking of fur-lined tea cups and the sexual innuendos they imply, I would ask if you would like to become lovers." Queenie's last statement fell, like so many inappropriate remarks, just at the moment when the musicians lifted their bows and nearly every table paused in conversation. The near silence stretched on, interrupted only by a distant scrape of a knife against a plate and the hesitant clink of glassware. The weight of the comment careened onward towards a cliff overlooking a beautiful but rocky coastline where a man might plunge to his death should he teeter too long looking over the edge. A dangerous lookout, where even a sturdy male might get caught off guard by the lightest of breezes; where even a gentle wind lightly kissing the back of his neck, could, like a hurricane gale, send a man to meet his maker. A lump threatened to rise in Jack's throat, but thankfully the waiter had poured the red wine and its heady flavor shoved it back down into some uncomfortable but controlled knot that had formed in his gut the moment Queenie walked through the front door of La Grenouille. He stepped back from the perilous ledge. "Beef?" asked a server pushing a white linen-clad cart. "Yes, please," replied Jack only a heartbeat-and-a-half after Queenie had dropped her bomb. As the waiter delicately sliced the roast on its silver platter, Queenie studied her wine. When the waiter had cleared hearing range, Jack regained his usual unflappable demeanor. "Tell me more about the coat." "I bought it at Saks." "Quality store, but I meant for you to tell me how it feels." It was Queenie's turn to flush. She took a long sip of wine while choosing her words. "I wore it home from the store, with my old coat in the bag. It caressed my bare shoulders like peppered kisses. It slipped between my knees while I sat on the subway and felt like soft delicate fingers trailing along my lower legs. When I got home, I took off my dress and put the coat back on. It tickled my back and my cleavage tingled." "So you removed your bra naturally," said Jack. "Soup?" The waiter had impeccable timing. "Yes please, and another bottle of the red," added Jack. "Certainly sir," replied the waiter ducking away. The band began to play again. "And my knickers," said Queenie. "Naturally. So the fur coat is really a simple pleasure of nature." "Yes," said Queenie. "I had no idea." "So why do you need me then?" asked Jack. Queenie chose to let Jack's question go unanswered. "Dance with me." "Certainly." Jack stood, pulled Queenie's chair out for her, and offered her his arm. They made their way through the maze of tables to the dance floor which was full, but not crowded. He held her dainty right hand and placed his large one in the small of her back. "High society will wonder what a lady is doing dancing in a fur coat," he chided in her ear. "That's not where my attention is," she replied. Jack considered his dance partner, noticed the swish of the coat just a centimeter or two across her skin with each step. He brushed her back, marveling at the softness of the fur. The fibers lapped at his wrists. He imagined how it felt as it moved fractionally with each movement over her nipples, her bottom, how it must be sensitizing her entire body. Queenie became visibly more flushed with each rotation around the dance floor and lured him with increasing desire in her eyes as each song played. "You are Venus in furs," he said. "Is that what you like?" she asked, her lips brushing his cheek. Her warm breath drew him just a little closer. "I never took you for a masochist." "I torture myself just being around you," sighed Jack. "You are a beauty wrapped in fur with pale smooth marble skin and brown curls." He pulled one straight with a finger and watched it spring back in place. "But I hope to give and receive pleasure not pain." "So, that's a 'yes' on becoming lovers then?" asked Queenie, wrapping both arms around his neck. The music stopped. Jack released himself from her arms, took a step back, and held her hand to his lips. "As you wish." They headed back to their table for the cheese course. Jack ordered two ports. "I hope they serve something with chocolate and whipped cream for dessert," said Queenie. "Both flavors and textures are so sensual." Jack ignored her comment. "Will you take it off when you come up to my apartment?" Queenie smiled. It was a devilish smile. "Of course not. But I'll let you unbutton it." She noted his face twitched just a fraction. "I want you to rub the edges of it against the insides of my thighs, slide it over my breasts." The waiter arrived with a mousse topped with whipped cream. Jack seemed to consider Queenie's requests while watching her lick spoonfuls of chocolate and cream off her spoon. She watched him watch her and intensified her clearing of the inside curve of the spoon with her tongue. She lowered her voice. "Do you like being licked Jack?" That did it. He was hard as a rock. "I won't make it home if you carry on like that," he warned. Queenie raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you mean like inside the cab or the restroom? I hadn't considered that. I suppose, if that's what you're into, but I was hoping you would make it last all night." Jack raised his hand and the waiter appeared. "Check please." The bill paid, Jack stopped at the coat check and picked up his hat and trenchcoat. Then he guided Queenie by the elbow towards the front entrance. The doorman opened the door but Jack swerved just before they reached the door and headed down a narrow corridor. A quick glance over his shoulder told him no one else had seen them, and he led Queenie into an empty restroom. It was an elegant room, with only a single toilet. Jack quickly locked the door, swung Queenie around, and pinned her against it. Her eyes drooped soft and full of lust. She seemed unflustered by his sneaky, sudden move. Her body felt relaxed under the pressure of his chest. "Delightful dinner Jack, but I'm hungry for another meal." She stroked the back of his neck. "First course," she said and leaned in pressing her soft red lips against his. She tasted even better than she looked. Her lips parted and her tongue welcomed his. He kissed her, hungrily. She was so soft, yielding, and engaging. Jack heard a stifled moan and realized it was his. Then she nipped at his lower lip, and gently pulled at it. Jack's yearning deepened. "We're going now." His voice was deep, breathy, nearly unrecognizable. As he spoke, he stroked the back of the fur coat, his fingertips tracing her shoulder blades under the coat. His fingers brushed down the small of Queenie's back until they reached her buttocks. Then Jack rubbed the coat so its soft insides brushed against her skin. He stroked her back from her bottom up, higher and higher, lifting the hem of the coat well above her knee. Queenie purred from his caress. "Ladies first," she said, opening the door and boldly striding back into the corridor. Holding her hand, Jack followed her outside. They stood under the awning in front of La Grenoulille while an endless line of traffic flowed down 52nd Street. The night was cool and the wind barreled down the canyons created by the skyscrapers of Manhattan. The fine fur of Queenie's coat blew wild, standing on end in the gusts and she nuzzled her face down into the soft collar. The hem flapped repetitively against her bare, slender legs. "Is your new coat keeping you warm and comfortable?" asked Jack as the doorman hailed them a cab. "You have no idea," said Queenie, her eyes filled with mirth. "I admit I'm getting jealous of your coat," said Jack. "You should get one too," she replied. "I was hoping you would share." "Perhaps," she said as the cab pulled up and the doorman opened the door for them. Jack slid in close next to Queenie and gave the cabbie his address. His shoulder pressed against her, he rested his hand on her thigh. She looked at it and then looked out the window. "Second course," he whispered in her ear. Slowly, and discreetly, he began rubbing her inner thigh through her coat. She continued to look away but he noticed she bit her lip and closed her eyes. They sat in silence, during the thirty-block ride to the Upper East Side. First Jack moved his hand in circles, then he began stroking up and down to her knee and back. He felt her shift and spread her legs at first just little, and then even wider, asking for more. He moved his hand closer but, before he reached her pubis, she grabbed his wrist. For a moment he thought his efforts were being rebuked, but she guided his palm over the fur coat and around her mons, until he was cupping her firmly. Then slowly she guided his hand, shifting it only a few millimeters up and down, clearly feeling pleasure from the brush of the fur across her labia. Jack could feel himself getting aroused again and wondered what the fur would feel like on his penis. The cab pulled up to Jack's building and Queenie stumbled ever so slightly when she got out of the car. Jack caught her by the arm. "Too much champagne, love?" he asked, smiling at the driver as he paid him. "Hardly, darling," replied Queenie. He offered her the crook of his arm to walk into the lobby. The doorman nodded at them and tipped his hat. Queenie remained silent in the elevator, staring at the dial that marked their ride to the 18th floor while holding onto Jack's arm with both hands. The elevator man opened the gates and Jack unlocked his apartment. "Drink?" "Please." Jack lit the gas fireplace and busied himself at the bar cart beside it. "Feel free to take your coat off and make yourself comfortable." Queenie walked a lap around Jack's elegant, yet masculine apartment, admiring the decor, before settling herself on the sofa. "Nice try, and I'm quite comfortable, thank you." Jack returned with two scotch and sodas and handed one to Queenie. "Now where were we?" "I believe," said Queenie, taking a sip and setting the crystal glass down carefully on the rosewood coffee table, "we were still on the second course." She layed back on the sofa and placed her legs on Jack's lap. "I believe you were enjoying the frog's legs." He took off her elegant high heels and set them gently on the ground. "You have very cute feet," he said lightly massaging them. "I know," replied Queenie. "And a nicer pair of legs than any frog I've ever met." He rubbed the hem of the fur coat all the way up one thigh, cupped Queenie again for a moment, and then repeated the motion with the other leg. Then Jack, slowly and deliberately, began unbuttoning Queenie's fur coat. He revealed the brown hair between her legs, the soft skin of her stomach and finally the cleavage between her breasts. Queenie sat up and crawled up onto Jack's lap, straddling him. "I'm ready for the third course," she whispered in his ear. Jack placed his hands on the front of the fur coat and began rubbing her breasts with it. They kissed and Queenie rubbed her body against his. His erection bulged against the seam of his pants, and Queenie rubbed her hand over it. Jack pushed the lapel of the coat to the side, licked and then sucked gently on Queenie's breasts, first one and then the other. A pink flush tinged her neck, and her breath became heavy. While he lavished attention to each breast with his mouth, Jack rubbed and squeezed her buttocks with the back of her coat. "I'm skipping to the dessert," she said and slowly unbuttoned Jack's shirt, running her fingers through the hair on his chest, then licking and sucking her way down to his stomach. She wrestled his belt and trousers off and then knelt before him, rubbing herself against him as she sunk onto the floor. He gazed at her naked, save the fur coat. She pulled up the hem of the coat and wrapped it around his hard cock. The sensation was wonderful. "I'm liking your coat even more," he mused, leaning back and staring at the chandelier above him as Queenie rubbed the fur up the length of his shaft and back down. Then she stopped, and he felt the soft edge of her coat fall away. Jack watched as Queenie parted her full red lips and began to suck on his cock. As her head bobbed up and down he looked up again. This time the lights above him blurred as his pleasure built. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his penis as she licked it with her wet, warm, mouth. Again and again she took him in, and Jack felt the tension grow within until he was sure she would push him over the hilt soon if she continued. In a fit of self-control, he pulled Queenie off, pushed the coffee table aside and laid her down, coat and all, upon the plush wool rug in front of the fire. The reflection of the flames danced across her skin. He laid on his side, propping himself up on one elbow and admiring her body. He brushed the edges over the coat across her nipples watching them tighten and firm. He stroked her stomach through the coat and slowly reached down to the warmth between her legs, this time with his bare fingers. She felt moist, ready. Jack kissed her again, passionately forcing his tongue into her, deeper, harder, tasting himself in her mouth. He retraced the path of his hands with his tongue, laving and sucking on each breast, licking and gently nipping at the skin of her abdomen. Then he shifted and scooted down until he rested on his elbows and knees between her legs. "Next course," Jack warned Queenie as he nibbled at her inner thigh, carefully moving up until he closed in on her warm, wet vagina. When he reached his desired destination, he licked hard along and slightly inside her introitus before flicking her clitoris firmly with the tip of his tongue. A devilish smile crossed Jack's face when he heard the groan Queenie emitted, and he doubled his efforts. Then he put all his energy and attention into pleasuring her with his mouth, sometimes teasing her with his fingers too. While he feasted on her, she teased her own nipples with the fur. Faster he swirled his tongue and harder she rubbed the rest of her body with her coat, until finally she panted, "I want you inside me now." Jack complied promptly, burying himself inside her. He paused, savoring the tight warmth for a moment before slowly beginning a steady series of thrusts. Queenie wrapped her legs around his waist and met his pelvis each time he entered her, pushing him deeper inside her. They bucked and writhed and pulled at each other faster and faster. Their sweaty bodies moved as one, reaching a frenetic rhythm. When Jack felt the concentric pulses of her orgasm it sent him over the edge as well. Jack collapsed on top of Queenie, spent. She wrapped her arms around him and they lay in silence watching the flames lap around the metal logs of the gas- fueled fire. Queenie looked up at the bar car by their heads. "I could use a glass of port," she said. Jack rolled off her and reached over plucking two small glasses and a 20-year tawny off the cart. Queenie shook her shoulders out of the coat and pulled it out from under her. She grabbed two pillows from the sofa, and as Jack laid back down with the drinks in hand, she carefully placed the fur coat over them. "A good investment, I'd say," said Jack, giving a nod to the fur. "I think so," said Queenie leaning in to kiss him. "And the coat's nice too."

The car gave a little hitch as the engine sputtered. "What the fuuu...", was all Jessica got out as the engine coughed and died. Jessica swore bitterly as she pulled the car over to the side of the road. She hit the hazards and cussed again in the suddenly silent car. "Why did this have to happen tonight?" Jessica pulled out her phone and texted her husband, who was on the couch at home, most likely playing CS:GO. His beer, slowly warming up in the trunk, was not going to make it home before he headed out. He was going to have to enjoy game night without his beer. He immediately texted back that he was calling AAA for her, where was she? She gave him her location. A few moments later her phone buzzed again. AAA would be there in an hour. Was everything else OK? Did he need to call the cops or the fire department? Jessica let him know that everything was fine. No worries. She dropped her phone onto the seat beside her, wondering what to do for the next hour. She couldn't spend too much time on her phone. The battery was low, and she didn't want it to die completely before the tow truck arrived. Her charger was sitting on the hall table beside the front door. "Ain't that a perfect place for it?" she thought. Fuck. Mostly to keep her mind occupied, Jessica popped the hood and got out of the car to have a look. Maybe it was something obvious. She snorted to herself as she raised the hood. It was going to need to be pretty fucking obvious if *she* was going to fix it. She didn't know shit about cars. Jessica poked her head under the hood for a second. Nothing appeared obviously wrong. Sighing, she turned away from the car and paced over to the streetlight just ahead of the car. She took a close look at herself to make sure she hadn't gotten any dirt or grease from the engine on herself. Everything looked good. Looking down at herself, Jessica reflected that everything looked DAMN good. Jess was never going to be called petite, although she was not particularly tall. Really, the best way to describe her was thick. What the kids these days called "stupid thicc". As in she was so thicc that men got all stupid around her. Her huge tits strained against the fabric of her shirt. Her friends always said she had small feet because nothing grows well when it's in the shade all the time. Her tits were enough to stop traffic and cause men to walk into street poles. She really enjoyed the attention they brought her way. She brushed her hands down her stomach with a sigh, allowing them to follow the curve of her wide hips. "Child-bearing hips" her grandma had called them. All Jessica knew is that her wide hips and ass brought her nearly as much attention as her enormous cans. Popular taste in women had moved away from the super skinny, boyish, look to a more rounded one, favoring large breasts, wide hips and a bigger ass. Jessica's body was tailor made for the current popular taste. She truly had what the boys in the mall called a "booty". She had overheard men talking about her ass more than once. She'd even been called a PAWG by a couple of teenagers and had to look it up on Google to find out what that meant. Tonight, she was wearing a black short sleeved T shirt that showed off her vast cleavage. Of course, everything but a turtleneck showed cleavage when she wore it. She had on cut-off denim shorts that highlighted her well rounded booty. Her brunette hair, a couple of inches longer than shoulder length, was pulled back into a ponytail. Everything she was wearing displayed her fuckable body to the max. Jessica might not be a whore, but she had no problem wearing the uniform. She got more attention from men than most whores could pull, too, she thought with a wry smile. With another sigh, she paced back to the car. Shit, she was bored already and it wasn't more than a few minutes. She knew this stretch of road well. There was nothing along here to draw traffic this time of night. To her left stretched an open field belonging to the university located on its far side. To her right, business blocks, unoccupied this time of day, were the only buildings. Jessica was back at the front of the car, leaning into the engine compartment again when the pickup pulled up, giving her a little bit of a start. She hadn't even seen the lights coming. The pickup swung off the road and parked in front of her car. Jessica noticed that the was a sticker bearing the logo of the university and "Class of '21". 'College Kids' she thought, as both doors of the truck popped open. "Is everything OK, miss?" The driver, a tall slim black kid asked. He and the passenger approached the car. Jessica saw that the passenger was built like a tank. He was white, about the same age as the driver and looked to be about four feet wide across the shoulders. "Probably a corn-fed football player," she thought. "Not really," Jessica replied. "My car died and I'm waiting for the tow truck to come. You guys are the first people to come along since it quit." "Did you want us to take you somewhere?" the white kid asked. "You shouldn't just wait out here all by yourself until the tow truck comes. It wouldn't be safe for you." Jessica declined the offer, opting instead to wait at the car. After a short discussion, the boys decided to stay with her. All three stood between her car and the pickup, chatting desultorily about this and that, making small talk and passing the time. As they introduced themselves, Jessica eyed the boys appreciatively. They were both quite good looking, athletic and muscular. The black kid was slim, but well built. Probably on the varsity basketball team, Jessica thought. His name, according to his friend, was Jay. The white kid, whose name was given as Mike, was deeply barrel chested, broad and powerful looking. Jessica could see his raw strength in the way his muscles rippled beneath his white tee shirt. If Jessica had to guess, she would say that he had probably been raised on a farm and had a scholarship to play football. Standing in front of her, neither of the boys could take their eyes of of her chest for long. They would look quickly away, when it appeared as though they would be caught ogling her, then, like a magnet, their eyes would inevitably be drawn back to her prominent chest. How could they not? Her enormous cleavage was right there for them to see. Their cocks both stiffened as they stood on the side of a random suburban road, thinking of plowing this incredibly endowed suburban MILF right there in the grass beside the street. The boys shared a look over Jessica's head, coming to an unspoken agreement. Suddenly, they both moved up beside her, pressing into her space. Startled, Jess tried to move away, but had nowhere to go but back. Within a step, she bumped back into the grill of her car. The boys moved up with her, pinning her between them and her car. "Don't fight it missy," Mike whispered in her ear. "I think you're gonna like where this is headed." Jay yanked down on the front of Jessica's shirt freeing her tits into the cool night air. Her nipples hardened at the sudden temperature change. With a lustful moan, Jay bent his head to her chest. Her erect nipples were the size of her fingertips. The left one disappeared into Jay's mouth. His teeth grazed and tugged at her sensitive nipple while he swirled his tongue around it. Jess sucked in her breath, dizzied by the sudden close attention. Mike's greedy hands pulled at Jessica's shorts, popping the button and sliding the zipper down. He pushed her shorts down and slid his right hand down inside the front her panties, dipping down to slide a fingertip between the lips of her pussy. His left hand squeezed her ass as he played with her pussy. Jessica suddenly had four strong hands pawing at her, fondling, groping. Jessica's body began to respond to the attention. Jay had released her nipple from his mouth and replaced it with his hand. He was hungrily forcing his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply. Her hand slipped up to the back of his head, trailing through his curly hair, as she hungrily kissed him back. Mike worked his hand deeper into her shorts. His finger found is way between her labia and slid up into her, grazing her clit as it passed. Her pussy heated and moistened, charged by the manhandling she was receiving from these two young studs. Slippery juices built up around Mike's probing finger as Jessica's cunt warmed up. Jay's saliva was evaporating from the nipple he had been sucking on, chilling and hardening it even more. Jessica might have been able to resist what they were doing, had she done so immediately. Within seconds, her already weak resistance was gone and she gave herself over to them. With a moan, she reached down, feeling for both of their cocks. She had no trouble finding either. Mike had somehow gotten his out of his jeans already and she could feel Jay's clearly through his basketball shorts. Jay's cock felt like hot coals in her hand through the shorts. She stroked her hand up his shaft, surprised at how long it took for her to reach the head. The thickness of Mike's cock astounded her. It was as big around as a beer can, maybe bigger. The thought of being stuffed with these enormous slabs of meat made Jessica weak at the knees. Her already wet pussy flooded further. Mike moved around behind Jessica. He bent down and swiftly pulled her shorts and panties all the way to the ground, leaving them in a knot at her ankles. She frantically stepped out of them completely, losing one of her tennis shoes in the process. Behind her, Mike's hands roamed over her ass, grabbing and squeezing. He spread her feet apart with his own and slid his thick cock into the hot and slippery canyon between her thighs, slowly sliding the head of his enormous cock across her soft pussy lips. While Mike attended to her rear end, Jay was hard at work up front. He grasped the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it up and over her head. He reached behind her and snapped the clasp on her bra, letting it fall to her feet to join her moist panties and her shorts. Jay moved back slightly and rested his backside against the tailgate of the truck, pulling his shorts and underwear down as far as the middle of his thighs. His erect cock stood straight out from his body, inky black, it veins pulsing, precum dripping from the head in his excitement. Jay grasped Jessica's hair with both hands and pulled her face down to his proud cock. Jessica took a breath as her lips slid over the mushroom tip, allowing her tongue to slide along the veiny underside of his throbbing, thick member. Jay's breath sucked in through his teeth as Jessica's lips reached the base of his cock, his pubic hair tickling her nose. Jessica pulled her head back slightly and grabbed the base of Jay's cock with her left hand, bobbing her head up and down on his giant tool, slurping and sucking with delight as he moaned his pleasure deep in his throat. Jessica tensed up when she felt Mike place the head of his fat cock at the entrance of her pussy. She felt a pop as the head entered between her lips. She felt the walls of her overheating pussy stretch to accommodate his invading penis. Deeper and deeper he went, stretching her further and further. Just when she thought she could take no more, Mike's probing dick stopped. She could feel his balls as they rested against her clitoris. Mike started twitching his hips back and forth slightly, not really thrusting, just giving her a little time to adjust to his hulking cock. Jessica moved forward, shuddering with delight at the friction in her overstuffed cunt, and drove herself back onto him with a deep, guttural moan. Jessica could feel Mike's powerful hands on her ass. He kneaded and spread her cheeks as thrust into her, driving her forward onto Jay's cock with each thrust. Within a few strokes, the delightful friction triggered a powerful orgasm. Jess came hard all over Mike's thick cock. As Mike pounded away behind her, Jay pulled his cock out of Jessica's mouth. He playfully smacked her cheek with his big, black, bull cock. Jay let Mike know that he wanted a turn on Jessica's pussy. Mike's only response was to grunt deeply and continue thrusting into Jessica's stretched out pussy. Within a few seconds, he bellowed and pulled out of Jessica's heated snatch, pumping stream after stream of hot cum on Jessica's ass and lower back. Her spasming cunt didn't remain empty for long. Jay quickly moved behind her and slammed his meat deep inside of her with a sigh. Mike moved in front of her, offering his cock, slathered in her cum, to her gasping mouth. Jessica could only open her mouth wide enough to take in his head, which she eagerly licked and sucked clean. His cock had barely deflated at all after cumming all over her ass, and it returned to full attention almost immediately, responding to her sucking mouth and swirling tongue. Feet crunched on the gravel at the side of the road. Someone was approaching the front of Jessica's car. Neither Jessica nor the two studs currently entertaining her could be distracted. Whoever was coming up was going to need to get in line. They were all busy right now. Whoever it was let out a low whistle. Jessica dimly heard two male voices talking as the men came on the scene. "Damn!" someone said under his breath. Jay still worked over Jessica's pussy. With a low moan, he gripped her ass and pulled her all the way back onto his cock. Jessica felt his hot cum pour into her drenched pussy. Catching his breath, Jay moved away from her cum drenched ass. Mike moved away from her mouth. With a disappointed sound, Jessica looked around. She took in the two new faces staring at the fuck crazed vision before them. Jessica saw that they both wore dirty coveralls with the local tow company's logo embroidered on the lapel. She saw that they were young black men, barely any older than the two college boys that had so recently been reaming her out. She saw that the two tow operators had their coveralls zipped all the way down to the bottom, and she saw that the had their penises in hand, enthusiastically ready to join in the festivities. Jessica took all of this in at a glance, but what caught her attention was the two enormous black cocks that the new participants were ready to offer. One of them was the length of her forearm and only slightly thinner than Jay's cock. The other was thicker than Jay's but not as wide as Mike's girthy monster. A quick appraisal put that one at around 9 or 10 inches. "Plenty big," Jessica thought. The newcomers didn't bother making introductions. Within seconds Jessica had the larger of the two cocks sliding down her throat, Jessica choked and gagged on his enormous invading cock, until he slid it back out and allowed her a breath, before sliding it back in and repeating the process. His partner smeared the spattered semen from her ass around her puckered asshole and, using it for lube, slid his big work hardened thumb up her ass. His thick cock head probed her pussy and then slid home, stretching her and filling her all over again. Jessica's next orgasm approached at the newcomers began fucking her in earnest. Before long, her pussy clenching and gripping the cock stuffed inside it, releasing a fresh flood of her cum. The tow driver fucking her didn't even slow as Jessica came all over his thick meat. As he continued to pound at her pussy, another orgasm raced through her more powerful than any she had ever had before. The cock in her mouth was pulled out as her entire body spasmed in her orgasm, her cunt squeezing and gripping the cock inside it. Jessica's fresh cum squirted over the newcomer's hips and ran down his legs. It sprayed out around his penetrating cock and spattered against her thighs. Jessica collapsed onto the ground, delirious with her orgasmic high. As Jessica caught her breath, the men picked her up and moved onto the grass at the side of the road. They laid her on her side, and the only one that hadn't been inside her pussy, the one with the biggest cock set himself up in front of her. The one that had recently brought her to her crashing orgasm lay down behind her, his thick cock dripping with her juices. He placed the head of his cock against her cum smeared asshole and began to push inside. He was by far the biggest cock that she had ever taken up her ass in her life. As her puckered ring stretched to accommodate him, she cried out, first in pain, then in pleasure as her distended asshole became used to his girth. His partner slid his own enormous cock into her swollen cunt. Jessica nearly blacked out from the intense sensation of having two of the biggest cocks she'd ever seen inside of her at once. Her head lolled weakly as the drove in and out. Jay knelt down near her head and slowly stroked his cock, while Mike stood just behind him, also absently stroking his hand up and down, watching the scene before him. The newcomers fucked into her faster and faster, their bodies clapping as they smacked against hers. With an inarticulate maon, the first tow driver unloaded deep in her ass. Jessica felt his white hot cum spurt inside of her. Following right behind his partner, driver number two added his cum to the loads that were already inside her pussy. His cum squirted out of her around his shaft. Jay's strokes approached a fever pitch. He leaned back and blasted his load of semen onto her enormous tits. A few spatters reached as far as her stomach. The two tow operators slid their softening cocks out of her and rolled away. Mike moved into spot where Jay had been, pumping away at his thick meat. He thrust the head of is penis into her mouth and came again, gobs of semen filling her mouth and running out the sides. Jessica lay on the grass, her chest heaving, as she tried to catch her breath. Her body, drenched in load after load of cum, refused to respond. Spent, she fell back on her back with a moan. Jay and Mike composed themselves and immediately jumped into their truck and took off. Since the tow truck was on scene, they didn't see any need to remain. While Jessica recuperated from the marathon fucking she had received, the tow drivers went about the business of getting her car hooked up to the truck. By the time the job was complete, Jessica was on her feet, picking up her scattered clothing. She climbed into the cab of the truck and sat between the two men, trailing puddles of mingled semen on the floor and seat of the truck. Jessica planned to have a long soak in the tub when she arrived home. She had just enjoyed a world class workout and was going to be sore in the morning if she didn't take care of herself tonight. She would have quite a story to tell her husband when he got home from game night, she reflected wryly. Between the age of 19 and 22, I had a girlfriend. We were our whole world for three years. She was a tomboyish girl, with a delicate face and bright blue eyes. Her hair changed several times, but it was always short, and always dyed (black, pink, blonde, blue). As you can guess from this description, she was just out of her adolescent goth phase, and remains for me the epitome of the "cute alt girl". While we were together, the sex was always good but not great: we were still young, kind of shy about our desires, and we very rarely let go of our... restraint. Even if we could sense how we really wanted to play. Anyway, our relationship ended kind of badly, and I decided to stop having any contact with her for a while. Which ended up being three years, three years that changed us deeply. Mainly in the confidence department. We met again by pure chance, at a party hosted by a friend we didn't know we had in common. And even if I knew her at first sight, I also could tell that she was not the same. She had been trying to put her goth past behind her when we were together: she looked like she now embraced it totally. Her short hair was black and shaved on the sides, her makeup was heavy, and she wore a clinging black tanktop and short black shorts that emphasized her perky small boobs and her boyishly slim waist. She was absolutely gorgeous. I could sense that she had conquered the insecurities that had been the worst part of our relationship. Of course, we ended up talking, surprisingly easily. Three years is a long time, and it seemed we agreed without words that it was all in the past, and that we could now begin to be... friends? Acquaintances? What do old lovers become? Anyway, we talked and drank a great deal, oblivious to the rest of the party. I could not believe how she had transitioned from "cute" to "beautiful" so quickly. I was mesmerized. And the catching up was so much fun... She told me about the girls and boys she dated after me, and I told her about all the crazy girls I met after her. We enjoyed describing our experiences in details... So much that when everybody started leaving to catch the last train (the party was well away in the suburbs), she asked me if I wanted to come back to her place to continue our little chat. I honestly thought nothing of it, and as I was drunk and enjoying myself, I agreed. She lived quite far, and it was a long train ride. That was when i started to sense that perhaps she didn't want to only talk when we get to her flat... She started to get much more graphic about what she had discovered she enjoyed with a guy... and one of these things was anal. She had been adamant about the sanctity of her butt when we were together, so that really surprised me, and I told her. The mischievous smile I got in answer made my dick twitch. I started to hope I wasn't misreading some signals. I had my answer quite quickly. When we entered the tiny elevator in her building, squeezed against each other, there was a moment. Our eyes met, me looking down at her (I'm 1.95m/6.4 feet). And she just, so delicately, lifted her face to mine, reaching out on tiptoe. And we started making out even before we push the elevator button. Her kisses weren't the shy light pecking I remembered, they were full and wet and hungry. And i wasn't the awkward young guy I used to be, while I embraced her heatedly. We felt each other bodies like an old home that had been renovated, something that we knew well but that had changed so much it had the attraction of new. After finally getting the elevator and tumbling through her flat into her bed, we got down to real business. Undressing each other was a special treat... and I took my sweet time removing her tank top, her bra, kissing her on every inch of skin revealed, rediscovering her perfectly shaped perky tits and their little pink nipples, licking, eating them up. I knew that was something she liked, and that much hadn't changed. While she laid down on the bed, I carefully started to kiss her lower and lower, running my tongue down her soft skin, until I reached her belly button, while I started gently taking hold of her throat. That was something I never did before. And by the moans she started to let out, she had discovered that she liked it, too. I removed her shorts quickly, but took my time with her black panties, running my hand over them, feeling the delicious moistness that had drenched them, still letting my tongue loose on her whole body, and holding her face to kiss her hard at intervals. Before long, she was begging me. I removed the sopping wet garment, and plunged head first into her shaved, pink and dripping pussy. She gasped and moan like I never heard her before, squirming and saying my name over and over again, while I demonstrated to her how much I had learned over the years. When I started to use my fingers, exploring her wetness and, most importantly, also fingering the ass that had been forbidden to me, she really lost it. Especially as my grip on her throat got tighter... Her face contracted in pleasure as she yelled, she shook harder than I ever saw her shake, and I took in the beauty of her pleasure, smiling avidly, looming over her on my knees. I started to give more and more attentions to her asshole, that was loosening so fast under my juice drenched fingers I really could believe what she told me in the train... And that's when she seized my hand, and looked at me with such an intense yearning my already rock hard dick turned to diamond. She said it... "Fuck me... Fuck my ass..." I didn't need to be asked twice. She quickly took hold of her condoms and her bottle of lube, and tossed them to me, while she assumed the position, on all four, moaning... "Please... come..." I slapped a condom on and proceeded to drench her asshole in lube, going to work with my fingers... One, two fingers went in easily, while she started to rub her pussy and make strange whimper noises I never heard from her before. It was time. I went in. I don't know if you ever experienced anal sex, but there is nothing quite like the moment when your dick penetrates someone's asshole... And this pleasure was amplified by the fact that it was an ass that had been forbidden to me for so long. I started carefully... But she wouldn't have that. "Harder... please..." Well I gave her harder. I jammed my whole dick in her ass, not too fast, but the whole length of it, and I kept it there for a time, moving my hips so she would really feel it inside her. She started to give these small yell, that was like half "yes"es. And then I started giving her wish: I fucked her ass. Hard. Harder than I ever fucked a girl. Until we both were slick with sweat and out of breath, until I felt her mouth dry when I put my pussy juice drenched fingers in it for her to suck, until I just had to fucking come or die trying. I bent over her panted in her ear "I want to come on you." She looked at me, makeup running, and said "Yes! Come!" I took my dick out of her, ripped the condom off and let go on her ass, groaning deeply while she writhed and moaned, still rubbing her swollen pussy. I then dropped to her side, exhausted, my hand running up and down her body, while she collapsed against me.

Somewhere far above the Earth's atmosphere, an alien ship circled. The aliens would have left days ago - the planet was still far too primitive to merit a contact. But something puzzled them. The inhabitants of this particular planet were puzzling. The aliens, coming from a world dominated by huge oceans, were an amphibian species. As amphibians, they did not have a fixed sex... rather, the ratio of males to females was always adjusted naturally in any environment... any one of them could end up as a male or a female. And so the idea of permanent sex roles surprised and fascinated them. After some time, they decided to conduct some experiments.... Unobtrusively... without actually going to the surface of the planet. Their technology was advanced enough for that. *** Gregg awoke alone in the huge king-size bed. After a moment of disorientation he remembered that his wife had gone to visit her parents in Florida... taking their 2 daughters with her. He was alone in the apartment. And he was living through his last normal moments. He stretched in bed and yawned. His strong muscular arms flexed as he luxuriously rubbed his hands over his broad chest. The 27 year old was a quintessence of masculinity. He had broken many hearts when he had married Tammy... After the first few moments of wakefulness passed, Gregg flexed his pelvic muscles... the muscles that would make his usual morning erection throb almost painfully against his flat belly. And... nothing happened... Rather he experienced a strange sensation that he was unable to identify. Puzzled, he pushed his hand under the sheet and brought it to his crotch, under his boxers. The action was absent-minded at best... Gregg was thinking about the morning cup of coffee he badly needed. But suddenly his entire mind was shaken loose of all other thoughts and focused sharply between his legs... where his long fingers had just made an alarming discovery... His huge cock simply wasn't there... and what was more... what was more.... With a yell Gregg jumped out of bed and looked down at himself. His normally buldging boxers were... were EMPTY!!! He faced the long mirror on the closet door and yanked his boxers down... and what he saw almost made him faint. Between his strong muscular legs, where his big cock usually hung heavily down - when it was not pointing straight up in a thick 10 inch erection - there, between his thighs was his new sex organ... a tiny pink slit... an indisputable, undeniable, mind-boggling pussy. Almost automatically, he reached down and pushed his index finger in the slit... as if he was observing something that was being done to someone else... the sensation of something entering his body was completely new. As his thick long finger pushed in, Gregg gasped. In the back of his mind a cloud of incoherent yammering panic was gathering... But red-blooded man that he was, his momentary fascination with what he was seeing and feeling took control. There was a faint surprise in him that he did not feel a thickening, growing erection at the sight in front of him... and he had to remind himself that the pussy he was probing was his own... the cognitive dissonance was almost too much. But even so, he felt warmth between his legs and almost immediately he felt his finger moisten... he brought it up and looked at it... the tip wet and sticky with... with his own pussy juice, he realized... and even as the realization hit him he felt the warmth grow perceptibly. Watching himself in the mirror, he slowly inserted his finger in his pussy again... and found it wet... he brought his finger up again and sniffed at it... it smelled faintly sweet... he put it in his mouth and, for the first time, tasted his own pussy juice. He brought his finger down again and, this time with determination, pushed it in deep... started moving it back and forth... and suddenly, unexpectedly, brushed against his clit... The aliens had done their work well... it was a fully functional vagina. A bolt of pleasure shot through him, so intense he moaned and felt momentarily wobbly. Gregg sat on the edge of the bed... oblivious to everything he now brought both hands down... one index finger, thick and long pushed back into his pussy... With his other hand he sought for the source of pleasure and his thumb and forefinger soon found it... he had been an expert at this before - the only new thing was that the pussy was his own... His fingers worked on his clit even as the other hand moved back and forth, first one and then another finger pushing between his pussy lips. He did not notice how he began spreading his legs... how he gradually fell on his back on the bed... spreading his strong muscular legs wider and wider... The heat grew exponentially as did the pleasure... He stroked faster and faster... moaning in delirium like a madman. He felt a growing need to fill his pussy completely... to stuff it full of... of... of... Unbidden, the image of his own erect cock popped into his mind... as he had seen it on numerous occasions... And before his conscious mind could make the connection, his subconscious found the image he was looking for. Yes!!!! He wanted to be stuffed full of COCK! And before the shock could register in his macho brain, his body reacted to the image... He screamed as the walls of his new vagina clamped down on his fingers and throbbed with a vibration that seemed to shake his entire body. Simultaneously his hands were flooded with thick sticky juice that gushed out, soaking the bedcovers. His entire body seemed to consist only of that throbbing channel and he had to fight for breath at the intensity of the orgasm. "My god!" The words, spoken by someone else made him jump from the bed... There, in the door, was Jose, the houseboy hired by his wife. The Puerto Rican boy was transfixed by what he was seeing. He had never thought of himself as bisexual... but seeing Gregg as he was - for he had been there almost 5 minutes - legs spread widely, moaning like a bitch in heat as he finger-fucked himself... seeing that his boss actually had a pussy between his legs was too much for him. Almost in a trance, he walked into the room, his hands automatically undoing the belt buckle of his pants... His thick cock was already tenting his jeans. Gregg saw him approach, saw the look on his face and recoiled in horror... The boy looked crazed with lust... But even as he pulled back and fell on the bed, something held him in place. He dragged himself further up on the bed, moving away from the boy, but as the 19 year old tall latino dropped his pants, Gregg froze in place. The boy was almost 10 years his junior, true, but his dark uncut cock was much larger than Gregg's own had been. For a moment his subconscious mind seized on the image and saw it as the fulfillment of his earlier desire... For there was a penis that would stuff him full... oh so full. And in that one moment of hesitation, Gregg lost any chance to escape... In the next moment, Jose was climbing on the bed, and grabbing Gregg's legs. With a start, Gregg's mind dropped back to reality and he was horrified at what was about to happen. "No, Jose! No!" Gregg screamed. He may have been talking to someone else. Without a word, the boy climbed on the bed. Looking down at Gregg's exposed pussy, he took each of Gregg's legs in his hands and slowly and methodically lifted them up, placing them on his shoulders. Then, his hands, freed, he took a firm hold of his huge erection and rubbed the enormous head around the tiny mouth of Gregg's new pussy. That was the last moment of Gregg's ineffectual struggles. Even as he looked into the boy's blazing eyes he knew he had surrendered. Somewhere in the back of his mind, an almost screaming voice seemed to be telling him that he could not allow the act to proceed, that he was a man, a husband, a father of 2... But then Jose, wild with lust, pointed the head of his giant cock into the tiny pussy and pushed. And the voice went silent. Gregg may have finger fucked himself earlier, but when the cockhead penetrated him he almost fainted. His tiny pussy stretched to the breaking point to accommodate the humongous intrusion... luckily his earlier orgasm had lubricated him so, despite the stretching, the pain was tolerable. And then Jose leaned forward, simultaneously pushing Gregg's legs back against his shoulders and sinking several more thick inches of his cock into the man's pussy. And then, unexpectedly for both of them, the Puerto Rican's blunt cockhead hit a blockage. And both of them simultaneously realized what it was... for Gregg's vagina had been created perfect and it included the hallmark of virginity... a maidenhead. Jose looked down into the man's eyes and saw his sudden shock and fear. And Gregg, looking up, saw how Jose's eyes had widened in surprise and then smoldered with renewed and intensified lust. "Nnnooo," mumbled Gregg but it was too late. Jose thrust violently and his strong throbbing cock tore unceremoniously through Gregg's maidenhead, deflowering him with a single stroke. Gregg screamed when the enormous penis shredded his cherry and surged up into his newly opened cunt. The latino's lust exploded. He thrust his huge phallus all the way in, feeling Gregg's vagina walls stretch to accommodate him. Both moaned at the same time. And looking into each other's eyes both reached an agreement. Gregg was in shock at the enormous intrusion... but he also felt the stirrings of pleasure. In one fluid movement, he pulled his legs down from Jose's shoulders and spread them wide, giving the young stud above him better access. Jose grabbed Gregg's shoulders and began using them as leverage, began pulling out and thrusting back in. The tick cock flattened Gregg's clit and he could feel every throbbing vein and ridge as the humongous organ drilled him mercilessly. With a will of their own, his masculine legs wrapped themselves around Jose's pelvis, urging the stud in, pulling him in. The heat in his cunt grew in waves as his juices lubricated their insane coupling. Small orgasms began hitting Gregg, unexpectedly and violently. The feeling was new to him... he felt like each new climax took him higher, building up to something unthinkable. Gregg's moans grew louder and louder as he now used his own elbows as leverage to push himself onto the huge cock. Suddenly, Jose pulled out, turned him over and pulled him on all fours. With a single thrust he drove his entire cock back into Gregg's pussy from behind. Their fucking became more and more desperate, more and more violent. Gregg's moans grew into an uninterrupted scream as his entire pelvis seemed to liquefy with heat and pleasure. And then Jose grabbed him by the hair and pulled lifting his head up, as he increased the speed and violence of his thrusts. Now both of them were thrashing against each other screaming in animal lust. And then the big one hit. All that was left in Gregg's mind was the desire to impale himself completely on the huge organ in his cunt. He felt himself begin to orgasm and felt like his heart will burst. In his mind's eye he saw the enormous latin cock, felt it filling him completely, fucking him raw... like a woman. Suddenly, the walls of his channel, raw with the merciless pounding clamped on Jose's cock and the throbbing seemed to shatter Gregg. His cunt squeezed the cock inside him... he could feel every inch of it. And then again... and again... and again. Pleasure burst in his brain and he screamed in near agony as his juices gushed around Jose's cock. Jose felt the bitch under him orgasm and his lust boiled over. Even as Gregg's cunt clamped on his cock, he drove it in to the balls and exploded into a mindless orgasm, pumping Gregg full of thick virile male cum. He moaned loudly as his balls emptied into the newly deflowered cunt and their combined juices leaked down Gregg's inner thighs. Both collapsed on the bed, Jose's cock still fully embedded in Gregg... both were exhausted for the moment. But both knew they would not be leaving the bedroom soon. What they did not know yet was just how perfect Gregg's new cunt was. How real and how fertile... This story is based on my real-life experiences is a real-life fetish club in Berlin called the Kit-Kat club. I suppose when you watch enough porn, you start to think that it is not enough to just watch. You want to be the porn. I found myself wanking to the videos of trannies, crossdressers and ladyboys with one thought occurring more and more: I want to be the girl, not the man. But what to do with this thought? You can't just snap your fingers and bang, you're a tranny porn star. Besides, I'm sure the reality would be a lot worse than the fantasy. Only psychopaths live out their fantasies, that's what I had always heard. It took me a while to realise I was a late developer in terms of sex. Whilst everyone else around me seemed to be doing things I could barely imagine, I was just falling madly in love with girls who never wanted me before I had even properly kissed a girl. I knew that some of my friends are school were exaggerating and others talking plain bullshit but they certainly had a sexual awareness that I was lacking. Once at university I met a girl and fell in love. It was great, until she dumped me for someone better. How your image of something can turn in a second just muddles me. Even then I didn't go out and fuck the first girl I met, man, I had no idea how to do that. Perhaps it was inevitable that I started being interested in cross-dressing. It was the'safest' way to experience femininity I guess. Slipping my feet into a pair of knee-high boots, I know that I was going over some sort of line and in a way I had hoped that my lust for cross- dressing was satisfied with just the silly little act. But of course it grew and grew. I bought more things, signed up to some online forums where we chatted and shared pictures and took pictures of myself. But I never actually did anything with anybody. I would masturbate furiously dreaming of doing so but that was all. Years later, once university was done and I was a few years into my career, I was eating lunch with Hanna, my Japanese friend, I found myself a little speechless. I knew that she had trouble with her boyfriend Daniel, but here she was, telling me the exact reasons why. We'd had lunch together before, many times, but usually with our mutual friend. This was only the second time we had met as just the two of us. "We don't really have sex". I wondered what'really' could actually mean. You only have oral? Anal? God man, hold it together. She's pouring her heart out and your just thinking about anal sex. "I'm not attracted to him in that way, but he is a really good man." My only frame of reference for this was a relationship I once had where I just fell out of love with the girl and increasingly found it a drag to hang out with her. "Everyone thinks we are such a great couple". It's true. I did as well. They just seemed so sweet together. I tried to show some understanding, "You guys are bound to lose some physical attraction after all these years of being together". "No Martin, it's not just that. I..." It was the first time she broke off mid sentence. I could see she needed encouraging. "You... what?" "I... I like girls really. I always have. I do like men I suppose but I like girls much more... but what can I do Martin? What can I do?" I struggled for an apt response. I had not expected such a confession from this girl who I didn't know that well. "Well... sexuality is complicated thing" I replied, "we are all different. We all have our... our funny things." "What's yours then?" she said, with a deep sadness in her eyes. I just wanted to hug her. "I have a thing for transexuals" I said. Wow. I had never said that out loud to anyone. "Really?!" she replied with more surprise than I really thought she was allowed considering the nature of the conversation. "Oh, have you been with a transsexual before?" "Yes" I admitted, "I have, once. I met her on Craigslist. I felt kind of dirty afterwards. But a few weeks later, and I wanted to see her again." "Oh... interesting" she said, now seemingly totally fine about exploring my depravity. She gave a brief pause before speaking again, "Mmm, I like transsexuals too. And anything with gender... gender... strangeness?" She had been in England for several years but her English wasn't perfect. The two languages share nothing in common. I finished her sentence, "... ambiguity" before realising that it was far too complicated a word, so I explained what it meant and felt happy to have an ally in sexual deviance. I felt a lot braver now. "I sometimes dress as a girl myself" I said, feeling good about it all now. "I have bought lots of stuff from eBay and I sometimes dress up when I have a free afternoon and just take pictures of myself." Hanna went mad, telling me how cool I was, and thanking me for telling her. I had always thought of her as just a typically eccentric Japanese girl but now she was my sexual counsellor of sorts. I told her that my alter ego didn't have a name. We played about with the usual female versions of my male name, Martina, Marina etc, but decided on a totally different name: Lisa. * * * * * * * * * Fuck fuck fuck. How is this possible?! I started to get ready 3 hours previous, shaved my legs, arms, cock and balls, every hair off my body apart from my eyebrows which I trimmed in as subtle a way as I could so as not to attract attention as a man. That took almost an hour. I did not expect the simple removal of hair to take close to an hour. The makeup I had done countless times before but of course it kept screwing up this time and I must have reapplied my lipstick about four times. Finally I was putting my wig on when I realised that I still hadn't packed my handbag with anything. So I pieced together all the things I figured I would need if my wildest dreams came true: dildo, condoms, lube, money, transport card in-case whatever, other accessories if I wanted to change my look a little and some makeup for touching up purposes. But like most things with Hanna, we had to plan our night so far in advance that I had time to find and order all the things I needed for a new insanely hot outfit, learn to walk in heels properly and train my ass to take large cock if that dream was ever going to be realised. Just as I was about to shut the flat door, the realised that I had not packed my keys... for fuck's sake. Being locked out of my own flat dressed like this would have been something else. I Whatsapped Hanna again, "sorry, another ten minutes please! Meet you at 9:20pm". I was squeaking as I dashed around, a sound I had never noticed since I had never been anywhere public dressed like this. Sure I had wondered around late at night by myself, hoping for some porn-movie style situation to present itself but of course it never did. But this night it was just possible, who knows? Hanna had suggested the fetish club. Of course I knew it. I had wanted to go there for ages and got really close to doing so. One night I dressed up just like I was tonight, cycled all the way to the club, walked up to the door, and promptly turned around and cycled back home. I wasn't going to do that tonight. I couldn't. Hanna would be there waiting. I had a last quick glance at the mirror and when I did, it just sink in how much all this work had paid off. My long straight blonde wig fell over my shoulders and back and contrasted beautifully with the black leather biker jacket that covered my cropped black latex halter top. I had put in these really cool bouncy breast forms that shaped the top just perfectly. Inch-thick straps held everything in place without the need for a bra. My belly button was exposed underneath the jacket and thankfully my belly was flat and feminine. I was wearing large silver hoop earrings, a simple leather ring choker, and pretty strong makeup that focused around dark smoky eyes. I had subtle dark red blush and very dark red lips, almost to the point of black. Not much of my stomach was exposed as the black latex skater skirt rode quite high but covered just enough for me to look decent... well, as decent as anyone covered in all this highly shined latex could look. My black latex stockings were held up with garters that took forever to clip in but were thankfully showing no signs of snapping off. I put on my long winter coat and set off. Fuck, how was I going to cycle like this? I managed to balance my handbag over my junk so that my skirt covered things just enough. Thankfully it wasn't rainy or windy and the twenty minute cycle to the club was uneventful, save for a few wolf-whistles that didn't sound sarcastic to me, that was nice! And of course the sheet terror of being in an accident, dressed the way I was. As I grew closer to the club, I realised that in all likelihood, nothing would happen. I knew that I was a very careful person, afraid of losing control. I was scared of getting sexually transmitted diseases and letting strange people get very intimate with me. Sometimes I wished I could lose control just a little but I knew I couldn't. Porn fantasies are all well and good, but in real life, doing that kind of shit was just far too risky. Besides, I would be happy enough walking around, showing myself off because I knew I looked damn hot, if nothing else. I felt a bit stupid locking up my men's bicycle so near the club... why didn't I do this further away? Oh fuck it. OK done... now I'll slowly walk over to the entrance and hope to god that Hanna is already here... woah! Nearly fell over there, not quite. Hold it together, hold it together, come on. Shit, people are looking at me. Oh, they seem to be looks of... I can't place my finger on it... wow, are they impressed by me? Hell yeah. I do look hot! But fuck fuck fuck, where is Hannah, Jesus girl, where are you?! I did what everyone does in situations like this... went to my phone and looked at my messages. "I'm here" she wrote two minutes ago. You are? Is that you?! No way! "Martin! Oops! No... sorry, Lisa! Wow Lisa, you look super cool!" "Hanna? Wow, you look totally different!" "Oh no! You don't like? It took me ages to do!" "No, I love it, you look so..." man... can I even say hot? She's supposed to be a mate, "... hot! Really fucking hot! Really!" "No... you're joking!" she said, genuinely convinced that I was just being nice. But there was no chance of that because she looked so good I wanted to just ask her to skip the club and just go home with me. Her makeup was phenomenal and she had a cute cat-ears headband. It brought out her sexy eyes beautifully, and was just so well done. Her mass of black hair was pulled back tight in a ponytail, exposing her ears, where she was wearing multiple stud earrings, which I had never noticed before as her hair had always been down and dowdy. It was cheaper than I thought to get in. Everyone looked so plain and ordinary queuing up that I thought I was going to be way over dressed. But once we got inside and everyone starting putting things into the cloak room, I saw that I was dressed just right... probably a little more glamorous than others. But Hanna, wow, Hanna was stunning! She was wearing a black PVC catsuit, complete with tail! "Hanna, you look awesome! So cool!" This time she knew I was serious and didn't seemed to know what to say. But when I took my long coat, she seemed equally impressed! "Liiiisa! Soooo sexy! Mmm, come here!" and she pulled me towards her face and kissed me a kiss of questionable intimacy. A beat passed. "Oh sorry" she said. "No, don't be sorry" I replied, "you can... you can kiss me whenever you like. I won't tell Daniel as long as you don't!" Wow. This place was already screwing up my personal code of ethics! I liked Daniel. He was... nice. What can I say? She didn't love him and it probably wasn't going to last anyway. I added some more, "what happens in the Kit-Kat club stays in the Kit-Kat club" to which she gave a hearty "OK!" Squeaking, shiny and sublime, we both walked through the various bars and dance floors as people passed their eyes leeringly over us. Hanna clearly enjoyed the attention as much as I did. "Soooo Lisa," she said, "are you looking for girls or boys tonight?" "Whatever comes" I said, and I felt my cock twitch. Fuck. Stuff was going to happen. My latex was already pretty shiny but I rubbed a cloth from a little plastic air-lock bag that was pre socked with silicon lube and I shined up something beautiful. As I was just finishing I noticed that Hanna had wondered off and a pretty muscular black guy was giving me a look near me. "Nice outfit" he said. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of black silk shorts. My natural response was to be aggressive but then I remembered what I was... and what I wanted. "Thanks. I like black." Fuck, that was tacky. But he walked closer to me and asked if he could buy me a drink. Well, that was gentlemanly of him! Why not? I had a double gin and tonic with a glass of water because damn, this latex was getting hot already. Thankfully the club was pretty cool but still. "That's racist" he said, "about the black", and I laughed. Jesus, this guy was actually charming. I mean, I'm not gay or anything but... oh shut up Martin! Just go with it... "You can let me make up for it if you like... you should probably punish me, no?" "Sure, but we'll need a little more privacy". Shit shit shit. Where was he leading me? Oh... I see. It was a sort of semi- private area. A room that you had to look for. There were straps and harnesses, ramps and sort-of seats. It almost looked like gym wok-out equipment. He gently pushed me against a tall piece of vertical, padded, rectangle thing and pushed his big face against mine as he kissed me slowly. My cock instantly responded... what the hell was going on? This is so fucking hot. He tasted so great. I really didn't think I would actually be kissing people here. I was dizzy with his embrace. The world shrunk into my mouth and his mouth and when he broke free, it was as if my immediate environment came rushing back and I remembered where I was. I leaned back a little, getting my breath back, but then reassessed the situation and stepped forward, placing my latex-gloved hand over his shorts, feeling his rock-hard and worryingly large cock. He pulled his shorts down, revealing a beautifully formed, large cock. Something in me seemed to breakaway... perhaps it was inhibitions. I knew what to do. I'd seen it a thousand times on the internet, but now I was actually living it. As I bent down, my latex squeaked and I nearly lost my balance but I actually kept his rock hard cock in my hand for balance. I looked up at his cool eyes, not expectant, not wild, just... cool. My cock twitched again as I placed my virgin tongue over the head of his dark cock. I licked around the head and saw pre-cum oozing. I licked over it, surprised at how nice it was to do so. I pushed my mouth down further over his head, taking my hand away from the shaft and now using it to massage his balls... I liked that, so I was guessing he would too. He moaned a little and I felt a pang of achievement. I must be doing something right. This was a turning point... a point of no return... fuck... what does this mean? But I wanted to do it... so I did. I sucked greedily on his rock hard (I swear it grew even harder and bigger in my mouth) cock and moved my free hand over my own hard cock which was propping my latex skirt up at a comical angle. I started stroking myself as I sucked him, getting more and more confident with each suck. My god, what was I doing? This was amazing. But to my surprise, he pulled himself away. My confidence sank and I stood back up "Was I not any good?" I said, about to tell him it was my first time sucking a real cock, but he quickly replied, "are you kidding? That was so good. I just didn't want to come yet. Come here..." and he kissed me deeply again.

Dear Trina: It began with the suggestion you made concerning going to the string quartet concert. We were at another function – separately. I was there to pick someone up who needed a ride and you were there – well – because it is the type of thing you do. I was hardly dressed for such a concert and you – well – as always you had something semi-elegant on trying to pass it off as casual. Yes, that is where it began. I suspect you had some intrigue about me whatever it was – the slovenliness or whatever but we caught each other's eye. We moved on through the next months hardly seeing one another but each tie I did – well you were consistent. As was I. I am casual but can clean up you know. I was listening to you at one of the local functions we managed to both attend. It's wonderful how a small beach community can provide so many venues for contact. I didn't say a word to you that evening but listened instead, you may call it eavesdropping, to your self-description to one of your girlfriends and how it had caused trouble. You self-identified as a "strong woman" and what a bother that is sometimes. You let out a little on your ex-husband who didn't really seem to know what a woman, a strong woman, wanted. Moreover you mentioned a previous boyfriend who had grown up in a house filled with sisters and how he knew yet somehow could not handle the strength you possess. I listened. It was at that point that I decided you were fascinating and wanted to be with you. Strength but wanting something more than just male domination. In fact I know you despise male domination but you wish to have some of that strength of yours lifted as though it were a burden and set aside. Yes, I wanted you at that moment for certain. So it was that circumstances led us to last night. We had casually (or in your case semi-elegantly) toyed with contact between us. We shared coffee. We shared a cocktail next. Then last night, after some consideration on both our parts, we shared a play downtown. It was the usual farce put on by the local troupe but we both laughed and the tension between us drifted away. Afterward we shared some libations at the local watering hole – the elegant one, not the casual bar I would have ordinarily gone to. Conversation moved rapidly from the evening to what lay ahead. Bold conversation about encounters and contacts. You liked the boldness and perceived it as strength to match your own. The laughter became throatier as we innuendoed our way to things of a physical nature. When we stepped outside of the establishment you were glowing with both the feeling of the alcohol and the curiosity of what you wanted next. It was a simple matter from there for both of us actually. I had promised you a ride home and that was all it took. You felt confident of your footing since you were on your own turf. Your place rather than mine. Full control was at your fingertips and your strength would allow little else. Once inside, I noticed the efficiency of the house – your office just off the living area, complete with computer and printer and fax machine. The room at the end of the hall, your bedroom, quietly beckoning us. I had not sat, nor had you. Merely being inside was sufficient and as you turned to move somewhere I caught your elbow and pulled you close. Gently but swiftly moving my lips to cover yours, the first taste of you was just as elegant as you appeared. More like a fine raspberry wine than Cointreau. You did not yield so much as come forward and guide. After we exchanged pleasantries as to how nice that was, you moved down that hall after grasping my hand to lead. In your bedroom, all feminine but strong, we stood and I proceeded to unbutton that silk blouse of yours. You, in exchange, managed the cotton, button-down oxford I had on. You won the race and peeled the shirt off of my shoulders – showing your dominance somewhat. I took my time and eased the silk off of your skin without making contact with my hands. As for your hands they moved over me, judging whether this was a suitably strong partner. My hands for their part, were buy disengaging the clasp and zipper at the back of your skirt. You figured it out swiftly and before we each were completely prepared, we stood before one another without clothing. Slowing the pace somewhat. I reached for you as you did for me – save for the fact that the difference in height mandated that your hands fell near the front of my hips and mine atop your shoulders. Your posture is always so erect that the upper parts of you are more easily reached than I would have suspected. You were moving for control – hands reaching for my cock and beginning to stroke it quietly. I was occupied with feeling the skin beneath my fingertips and before my eyes. Delicately moving over your shoulders and down your arms. Never once touching those most ample breasts of yours. The reasoning on my part was simply – they are a prominent feature of yours and not necessarily the most erogenous of zones. It's been my experience that very large breasts and not always the most sensitive. However, when all other erogenous zones are fully engaged – your breasts would come along most willingly. I was correct again but not until later. Your exposed parts were easy enough to read as I allowed my hands to glide over you and you continued to stroke gently and then with a little more insistence at my swelling member. That is why took the opportunity to sit on the edge of the bed and place you standing before me. My lips could easily have reached each nipple from this point but I found those other special places of yours. Those that few had discovered. Points of your hips for example and just along one side of you – my lips moved over them while my hands reached around you and drummed along the small of your back. The combination seemed to work as you emitted your first moan. Perhaps your being in control meant more than you thought. My hands moved again and came down, then around your thighs sliding up the front of them as my mouth moved to where the top of your hairline would be had you not been clean shaven. Kissing there and then lower as my right hand moved inside your right thigh and my left hand paralleled it on the outside – climbing higher. Your hands bit into my shoulders when my mouth and the fingers of my right hand came close together at the top of your thigh. Swiftly moving my mouth a little higher again, the hand positions reversed onto your left thigh. Your arched back and forward movement of your hips indicated that we had discovered something you enjoyed. As your legs spread slightly in invitation and regaining your control of the situation and tempo I played along. The length of my index finger moving between your legs and discovering newly formed moisture there. Pulling it forward and moving my lips lower to feign tasting it. We continued this approach with opposite hands moving along opposite thighs. Each time pressing a little more fully into that crease at the tip of your thighs. Your pussy now becoming very wet with each probe. You exerted your authority once more and tipped my head back as you bent down to kiss me fully. Our tongues dancing and your teeth then raking over my tongue to show who was in control. Your laughter at the touch I gave when this occurred showed me you were tipping closer to the height of desire while only just beginning the climb to the heights of passion. You looked down at me and I moved more boldly between your legs and caressed the whole of that now sodden slot. Spreading those lower lips and using the middle digit of my right hand to maneuver closer to the tip of your pleasure button. Your smile was near evil but still an indication of mastery. Your drawn-on eyebrows arched as they were intended to do and your raven hair fell forward to frame the pale, delicate skin of your face. The chuckle you emitted between the gasp and the minor moan that followed was telltale. We worked this stance for a time before I though of something unexpected to you but what you apparently wanted. I spun myself onto the bed and lie flat just down from the headboard – which of course meant my feet were off the end of the bed but no never mind. I moved my hand to yours and drew you to me then with fingertip pressure and palm guidance showed you how I wanted you. It was natural since it was what you wanted as well. Leaving sufficient room for you to maneuver, you were now straddling my face and leaning into your headboard. Your arms nearly extended and your back slightly arched. Those delicious folds of sexuality poised above my mouth. My arms over the front of your thighs and hands at your ass for guidance. You lowered your hips and my mouth came into full contact with the labia above it. Tongue reaching upward at first just teasing between the folds – probing. Gripping your ass tightly and allowing you to move as a metronome over my tongue. Slickering the opening that is the center of you and tasting the juices that were flowing out of you. You atop – in control – strong woman you are. You tasted so full and ripe. So very ready for all that would follow. I had to have you. I pressed with my hands and moved you lower so my lips could fully engage the whole of that pussy you so carefully had groomed. My lips wrapped around you and you ground onto it in anticipation. Then some surprise I assume, judging by your reaction. Different tongue approaches. New sucking sensations around your clit. Pulling it forward from its hiding place and between my lips. Smacking at it and holding it just inside my mouth. Tongue working the tip of your clit lightly as it was held. The vacuum effect on this tiniest of body parts having additional impact. You seemed surprised to feel so much so fast. This I think is when you started to lose that control. Your hips moved faster and my lip-grip on your clit enhanced by the tongue lashing inside was sufficient to have you cum hard and deep. The first one. You continued to grind through the whole of it and then eased. You tried to lift but my hands held you close. My mouth released your swollen button and only the tip of my tongue worked around the edges of your lower lips. The slipped quietly between the folds once more to taste what succulence we had produced. It wasn't long before we repeated the original actions – slight variances in how to taste the wonders of your pussy – working my tongue along one side of your clit then the other – drawing it out and letting it retreat. Variations but lovely in effect. It was after the fourth orgasm that we both knew there was more we wanted. You seemed a bit drained from the action from above. You were braced so strongly against your headboard as your hips ground down onto my mouth. Then as I lay you beside me you appeared near spent but wishing to please and wanting a little more. As we lay side by side your hands reached down and found my cock again – willing and waiting. Your stroking began anew and you slid your hips closer. That was when I moved my arm between yours and then my hand between your legs. With just enough push you were on your back and your legs spread. As my lips moved over the tender places at your neckline that spurred erotic sensations my fingers worked below your waist and spread those lower lips apart. Thumb and middle finger spreading and pulling upward slightly were causing your clit – now so very tender to expose itself to the ministration of my index finger. Just barely touching it. At the top, then one long stroke the length of that finger over the edges of your clit. Barely in contact. My mouth now moved to the sole, neglected parts of you. Those breasts of yours were now ready for engagement. Holding one nipple carefully with my lips and flicking at the tip of it. Fingers manipulating you below – yes – these breasts were now sensitive. Your hands were above your head now as you arched your back with each rising wave of release. Fingers moving over your clit and thrusting inside you as you felt the next release come then a larger one. Your inner spot is not that hard to find. The texture is slightly different there and once found It was so easy to engage with two fingers thrusting into you and fingertips driving, rubbing over that spot in complete rhythm with your hip movements. You dropped one hand and urged my head off of your nipple and brought our mouths together again. Kissing and taking your moans of release as the insistent driving of manual manipulation brought you fully out. That release, the one from the depths of you was what I wanted. Easing you back down from that height is what I intended when I began to slowly and delicately touch what was before a hidden spot along your inner thigh. Slightly touching and slipping over the surface carried you along from that last peak. Making the release full and long and complete. I do not know what made you reach for me again. There seemed some reluctance in the effort. You had received sufficient but your eyes were pleading as your hands moved to my cock once more. It would have been a simple matter to have you, as some rutting male would – take you from behind and pound away at you. I figured you wished more than that something for you that fit with your personality. That is why I rolled to my back once more and encouraged you atop. You braced your hands at my shoulders and I aimed – not you – the full, stiff shaft into you. You slipped on with some resistance but not resistance from lack of lubrication. Your hips moving first to an fro – grinding and rubbing. Then my hands at your ass lifting and lowering as you straightened up and released your brace from my shoulders. Your breasts bouncing and your hips dropping onto then lifting off of the whole of my shaft. Driving into you fully and holding you at the top of each stroke. Alternating pace until you finally erupted one more time. Near falling forward and catching yourself on my shoulders again. I suddenly started to drive my cock into you as I held you firm. Faster and faster until the speed of the action drove you past the edge of release once more. As we slowed and milked the fullness of my release atop yours – your lips meeting mine in gratitude and our bodies pressing against one another, control and dominance were done. We were simply one being now. So now as you read this you know what happened. There was a bit of a contest that did not recognize last night. Who would be the strong one? I hope what we did demonstrated that neither needs to be – the focus in on your pleasure – which is why you wish that strength – the finality is that we mutually enjoyed and allowed ourselves to flow with the pleasure. When I slipped out of your bed this morning and into your office to write this for you – I knew that you would remain still until after I left. You would wake and find this letter. This is far from a departure or separation of us. I look forward to the next time we are together and we can wrestle for control of the situation – until you have what you seek and I bask in the glow of that release. Next time, perhaps, I shall not feel so restrained. Adieu my strong woman.

_Note: Continuing the stories of "Z to S" and "Snaps to Clicks."_ * "English?" Tilly looked up to see her bartender, looking down at her and the pad of paper in-front of her. After sitting down at the bar and waiting for him to finish with the other orders he was taking, she let her gaze roam the room, admiring the bar's ambiance. It felt very similar to the bar she helped keep up in England, which put her right at ease. Visiting the US, it was fun to explore a new place, take in a new setting, and for a while pretend she was native to the area. Blue jeans, a white top under a leather jacket, and flats seem to match the local college town dress code, though the jacket may have suggested time spent where summers were cooler. Her bartender oddly enough sensed that. "What makes you think I'm a Brit?" she maintained her Midwestern American- sounding accent in a low voice, matching the bartender's. He brought a pen from behind the bar, and pointed to some words on her notebook, specifically the word "specialise." She smiled at the connection made, his finger pointing to some newspaper memorabilia at the other end of the bar, with the same word written in big, black bold letters, spelled "specialize." "Things are spelled differently here, Brit." "Though you know better, of course," she spoke in her natural English voice, lowering her sunglasses and exposing him to familiar blue eyes. "Of course," he volleyed back in his own passable English accent, fighting but failing to conceal his smile any longer. He watched the young, blonde, smiling patron stroll to the bar's counter flap, flip it open, and presumptuously walk in. Anyone watching them would've been surprised to see the bartender walk to the counter flap and give her a big hug instead of stopping her. It'd been almost a year since either had seen each other, and Vern was surprised how he didn't run from behind the bar and embrace Tilly in a similar hug the moment he laid eyes on her. But it was fun to play up the nostalgia of the past, almost verbatim their original introduction at her bar. Vern found himself pulling back from the hug, trying to keep it cordial with an old friend, before the scent of her drove his hormones and imagination to some way-beyond-friends places. "Miss Tilly," he said fondly, trying to sound annoyed. "My little Vernie," she teased him with his own pet name, endearingly, giggling at the disapproving smirk she missed. "Still can't let that one go, eh?" "I can think of a lot worse pet names to give you; you're lucky that one sounds too cute not to use." She hadn't lost her edge with teasing in the slightest, and he hated how much it still got to him in the most accepting of ways. "Bar keep! How about one of them Nigels?" The order from across the bar reminded him or work he still had work to do, and made Tilly's quizzical eyebrow raise in fascination, hearing the man speak the English name with an attempted accent. "Be right back," he whispered. "Sorry, Maury, not on tap tonight. We've still got your usual." "It's never on tap..." the already-tipsy man complained laughingly. Tilly rarely got to enjoy bar atmosphere and antics while not being behind it to take orders, but she was especially cherishing it that night, watching her old flame take orders and handle customers with charismatic ease. Watching all the unplanned job training he'd received with Tilly extend past her supervision, combined with his slightly more muscular frame from making workouts a habit, made her nearly swell with pride, and other growing feelings. She was looking forward to be giving orders Vern dutifully fulfilled. To her further surprise, before she could give her first, he'd already handed her a drink resembling what she'd wanted. A sip of her drink elicited a pleased noise from Tilly's lips, a lovely memory coming back to her. "Mmm, sweet vermouth from sweet Vernon. Someone's got a good memory." "Arguably someone made a pretty good impression on someone else the last time there was a bar between us." Neither realized right-away how they were subconsciously inching toward each other over the bar, until Tilly started muttering something. "Bar...between..." Her head suddenly fell in an attempt to keep her hysterics quiet and to herself. ""What?" was written all-over Vern's face. "Remember that night you got really, really drunk? So drunk, you thought it'd be funny to sit on my bar to make that joke?" Vern tried remembering the act she referred to, and suddenly remember he had bar duties as the memory returned, too embarrassed to even look at Tilly. "No, I don't think I recall that one," he scrubbed the bar down without making eye-contact. "Are you sure? You're scrubbing the bar down like my bar needed during your little stunt." "Don't you mean sanitizing?" he said to himself, unfortunately audibly. "Aha! I knew you'd remembered; 'Hey Miss Tilly! See how happy I am to see you?' he yelled with a bar between his legs. " "I won't be dignifying that with any confirmation it happened, but I'll blame you for it anyway... "No denying from me, thanks. Mine's more pride; I've made men hard before, but I guess I outdid myself with you," sighing seductively, she ran a tantalizing finger along the bar like she would a lover's erogenous zone, happy to see his eyes follow the movement without fail. Abruptly, she stopped to move his gaze back to her expectantly grinning one, and they both snickered in soft laughter. "Nice to know some of us don't change that much as the years, or year, goes by." "I hope we haven't changed that much," Tilly downed the last of her drink. "Hey, some of us might have..." Vern's look implying Tilly changing produced a blonde eyebrow raised. "Tilly got on a plane and traveled somewhere. I'm just surprised you left your comfort zone of British-English, but nice to see you branching out, exploring newer, or better ways." "I guess it would surprise you to reveal my secret of being a British-English ambassador, bringing diplomacy and correct English to the world before Americans take over everything." "Ambassador? I would've guessed missionary." "That would be worse for those stubborn like you, facing the more committed, the infectiously devout like me, who have a special talent for converting wayward beliefs. Though to be fair, I never heard you complaining. It sounded oddly like something else..." "It sounds like you chose the right major; Psychology suits you better than English." Tilly's smile was unmistakable, signaling how much she loved their back-and- forth, Vern's smile admitting he missed their jousting too, when she wasn't mystifying him. "So what brings you across the pond?" "Visiting an old friend; he told me I should look him up if I was ever in- town. And I thought after so long, he might be missing my company." Tilly didn't seem to notice, or react to the strange half-smile crossing his face while he refilled her drink. "Sorry to say I can't give you a hard time about bartending since you do seem to be doing a bang-up job. You make your teacher proud." "Well, I'm sure you'll get to judge me more critically as I'll be tending to a small, incoming party along with the rest of the bar soon." "Oh, somebody celebrating a birthday or something?" "Going-away party, I believe." "Someone you know?" The tone of her voice was almost apprehensive, afraid of what he might say. It was then that a group of three walked into the bar, the same college ages as Vern and Tilly, carrying "congratulations" decorations and wearing party hats. Tilly noticed it was two men, and a young woman who eyed Tilly leaning towards Vern the most inquisitively of the three. Vern waved them over to the bar, and waved downwards to remind them to be silent instead of boisterous in their celebrating. "Hey guys," Vern greeted his friends seating themselves all at the bar, around where Tilly sat. "I hope you brought an extra party hat; I've got a plus one for the party." "Only if you'd kindly introduce us to your new friend," Hilga, the dark- haired, dual-braided woman friend spoke with pure curiosity. "Old friend, really. Everyone, this is Tilly from England. Tilly, this is Hilga, and my old roommates Rick and Bernie." "A pleasure," Tilly shook everyone's hands, noticing Hilga's curiosity, Rick's friendly handshake, and Bernie's interested glance only gently acknowledged. "So what's the celebration I'm joining?" "Vern's adulting success," Rick proudly announced. "Graduating early, AND already got a prestigious job lined up; so ahead of the game he's making all of us look bad. "And inspiring others," Hilga commented, handing out the cone-shaped party hats to the five party-goers. "With my recovered credits, I might be second place in this race." "I'll definitely try to be around for that one," Vern said proudly. "Congrats to all of you whenever you finish," Tilly raised her glass to Vern and his friends. "Hopefully I'll be amongst you in the graduation race, even if last place." "To college, and beyond." "Hear hear," the group clinked glasses. "So where's this prestigious job, Vernie?" Tilly asked the man of the hour. He gave her an honest glance, before looking down. "A college in England, looking for English teachers." His eyes drifted up to watch her reaction, saddened that he wasn't able to surprise her at her bar out of the blue like she did at his. Her eyes widened slowly in unison with her smile, chuckling to herself. "How interesting." Everyone else watched the two regarding each other, curiosity filling their heads at what kind of "old friends" they were, noting a subtle chemistry between them. It didn't take long before Tilly felt like the long-lost companion their group needed, they all seemed to love her. Her stories about bartending overseas, meeting Vern, toying with him every chance she got, even revealing some stories he'd thought were bad enough mentioned once in one night. "'A bar between my legs.' What the hell were you drinking that night?" Rick asked as it got harder for the group to hold back the laughter. "Whatever it was, a lot of it," Vern mumbled, taking care of new customers incoming. "Where was this Vern at? The most sober amongst us sounds like the best time ever when he drinks," Bernie complained. "Maybe cause I don't want to turn my friends into extortionists," Vern gave pointed looks to his friends. "Well, despite the embarrassing exaggerating in Old England," Bernie avoided Vern's narrowed gaze. "If you're ever looking for some New England..." "Down, Bernie. Down," Vern half-joked, knowing his propensity for forwardness with women, especially blondes. "Only if there's a Nigel in my future," "Our futures," Rick corrected, jumping on the bandwagon request with Hilga. "Did I hear 'Nigel' over there barkeep?" a voice from the other end of the bar. "Of course your hearing gets super when that one is uttered, Maury," Vern told the resident barfly. "Where's that hearing for the words 'last call' and 'tab's due'?" "Gah, my kryptonie!" He joked with hands over his ears, which got a laugh out of everyone in the sparsely-populated bar. Looking around, knowing it was being requested on the slowest night, he gave in. "Aw hell, a round of Nigels for everyone." Every patron cheered, the almost two dozen patrons each got their drinks refilled, except Tilly, who waved off his offer with a glum smile. "What's wrong?" "I thought a Nigel was some kind of special drink instead of just a strange way of saying'refill' around here." "Hey, nothing tastes better than the generosity of others," Bernie said, downing his drink quickly. "Cause I hope Vernie here is as generous as he is Nigel tonight." "I said 'a round,' you drunk." "Please sir, may I have some more," Bernie attempted the poorest, funniest Oliver Twist impression Vern and Tilly ever heard. "Or maybe I should be addressing Nigel instead. Where's that guy? I've missed him." "Wait, Nigel is a drink AND a person here?" Vern was tight-lipped as his local friends snickered to themselves. "You could argue they're one in the same, Tilly," Hilga replied. "Nine or ten months ago, Vernie here got so drunk, he somehow became an Englishman. Some high-minded professor type going on about the joys of English stuff, happy to keep the drinks flowing for a packed bar. He was quite the show, and everyone keeps hoping he'll be back, or the drinks will." Hilga's pointed look at Vern was met with narrowed, disapproving eyes stating said Englishman would never be back if Vern had anything to say about it. "Say, Tilly, you're an Englishwoman. Any recommendations for getting one of your countrymen back for one last appearance?" Bernie questioned. "I'd have better luck as a psych major than as an Englishwoman," Tilly admitted. "Psych? Maybe you can hypnotize him or something," Rick supplied. "Maybe I could," Tilly uttered absently before Vern could shut the possibility down. "I'm not sure about thoroughly; I know a few tricks for testing suggestibility, to see how hypnotized someone might be. In fact, if you're all interested, I can give everyone a first-hand introduction to some hypnosis." Rick, Bernie, and Hilga seemed to agree amongst each other to it, noticing no apprehension from Vern who vaguely remembered being hypnotized by her the months ago. He looked around the bar to make sure no one else looked like they needed anything before he could partake; Tilly's knowing look signified she understood if an interruption came up that he'd have to handle. "Ok, so what I'd like everyone to do is bring their elbows to rest on top of the bar, and bring your hands together in-front of your face, fingers interlocked except for your indexes. Those should be pointed straight up, with a nice gap between them until they almost resemble a V-shape." Tilly waited patiently for everyone to assume the suggested position. "Very good. Now, as you sit there as instructed, I'd like you to watch the space between your fingers, stare into the space like you're literally staring into space, random thoughts flitting and filtering through your mind. And while that happens, take three really deep breaths. At your own pace, inhaling and exhaling at your own comfort, just as I am right now." The softly-smiling hypnotist noted their eyes focusing forward in their finger spaces, while subconsciously and probably through peripheral vision, perfectly matched the rhythm of her deep breaths. "Slowly in, and slowly out, very good. Slowly in, and slowly out. And as you take that last, lasting breath, you'll start to notice the tension fading from your body, like the release valve for tension has been turned by my words, and it drains noticeably from out of you, remaining only in the form of the energy it takes to comfortably and safely remain on your stools, and the energy that begins to pool into those index fingers. The sensation in them is quite palpable, compelling, and magnetic. And the longer you stare at the shrinking space between your fingers, you'll know that nothing describes this sensation better than magnetic. Your fingers so very attracted to each other, desperate to connect, narrowing in distance and focus. They connect like you connect to my words; they're attractive enough to make your fingers attracted to themselves." Each volunteer complied and were fascinated with their concentrated focus to one degree or another. Rick and Bernie determined to fight it futilely, Higla seemed very lost in the space. But Vern was as good a subject as ever, considerably deep before the gap really closed, unaware of Tilly coming over to his side of the bar to guide him physically and with soft, individual whispers meant only for him. "No use fighting it, the connection is inevitable. Because your body wants it, because it knows the moment they connect is the moment you can let go, body softly sturdy in place, but head lolling forward, slightly heavy, and very happy." One by one, each felt their magnetized trances come to fruition, heads leaning down forward, Tilly ensuring everyone was sturdily rooted in place with a suggestively helping hand on their shoulder. Surveying her receptive collective, she reveled in proving herself the most intoxicating force in a bar yet again, thinking to herself where their imaginations might be taken soon. *** Blinking eyes helped the bar attendant come back to himself abruptly, chastising himself for forgetfulness before Tilly set him off to deliver his order. "Good evening," he greeted his table in a thick English accent, that caught everyone but him off-guard. Handing out the appropriate drinks, he wondered why everyone was staring at him strangely. Confusion continued into smiles as they glanced at his serving apron. "So, what's up with the accent?" One of them asked. A confused, suave smirk crossed his lips with the strange question was posed to him. "I'm just speaking as intended," he answered honestly. "With an English accent?" "The accent to match the language we're speaking." No one at the table knew what the questioner's reaction would be, but the calm smile never left his face, which helped to give way to subtle chuckling from everyone. "Touche. But I thought you were American this whole time." "Bloody brilliant disguise if I say so myself." "Disguise? What are you, a spy?" "I'm chuffed to bits you all think I could be that kind of professional. But no, I'm a professor. Professor Nigel Hawthorne." Vern's claim of being Nigel left them so confused to his true identity, they found themselves barely questioning what he was telling them. "Professor of what?" "English Professor." They all paused momentarily, wondering how cheeky an answer it was meant to be. Small chuckles released as their server still played it straight. "What college?" "I've been part of a few universities already, and after a bit of social experimentation here, I'm looking to establish a new institution." "Social experimentation?" "Yes, slowly bringing British English back into the lexicon. If phrases like 'I'm knackered,' 'Bob's your uncle," or 'give you a bell,' become popularised, you can thank us later." "Us?" "The Headmistress and I," Nigel gestured over to Tilly behind the bar, who waved back as if hearing the whole exchange. The whole table soon erupted in laughter, highly entertained at the seemingly fictitious reveals. "And what's this institution called?" "'God Save the British-English,' is our tentative title. I suspect it derived from my Headmistress making me say 'God Save the British Empress' all the time. But we're making headway. We even have a mission statement." "Oh yeah? How's that go?" Nigel cleared his throat, standing tall to make a proclamation. "Those who colonise educated minds should also analyse their students, modernise their approach, help them prioritise sage instruction that will hypnotise their focus, so that they must capitalise on visions of a bright future that will tranquilise doubt, mesmerise success, and finalise understanding impressed upon them." By itself, the litany would've sounded like nonsense, but delivered with Shakespearean-acting enthusiasm and devoted belief gave it weird context, especially with the way some words were spoken with emphasis, as if affecting the speaker more than the receivers. From the bar, taking a few orders herself, Tilly was beside herself at the display she was barely within earshot of. The table Vern was speaking with seemed captivated by what he had to say, helped by the fact that everyone but him saw the "ask me about being English" sign written on his apron. It excited her in primal ways to hear Nigel's near-perfected accent charm a crowd the way hers charmed Vern, no matter how much time had passed. Both personas were two sides of the same coin, kept snug in Tilly's pocket, flipped and used at her whim. She was keeping herself equally amused taking care of Vern's friends still sitting clustered together. Tilly, Hilga, and Bernie were chuckling at Rick's humorous intoxication. He seemed quite funny, the more intoxicated he got. "H-hey, why is that English-Amer-merica-can over there sp-speaking English? Isn't he..American?" Rick found Vern's accent exciting like the rest of them, elated to have Tilly's hypnosis demonstration unlock the character they'd all missed. "C'mon, buddy," Bernie tried to not laugh at his friend getting hammered on tap water. "Same difference. Either way, we've got the most entertaining Vern tonight. Live it up, like you obviously are." "Entertaining is right. I can't believe you got him back," Hilga regarded her new friend behind the bar. "It's been so long since we saw him, I might've thought it never happened." "Oh, I believe it did happen," Tilly commented, refilling everyone's drinks. "His English side was begging to come out, so much so, I think all it would've really taken was a *CLICK* of fingers to make it happen." Rick's eyes blinked hard, his hypnotically-induced inebriated state lifted instantly, surprised to be back to normal, looking at Tilly and Hilga who were watching him and Bernie carefully. Suddenly Bernie was giggling without reservation. "That snap felt...funny, heh." "That wasn't a snap, Bernie. That was a click. Snaps might feel more like the state you just left, like snapping back to it." "Hey, someone calls them 'clicks,'" Hilga replied. "That's cool. Around here, I'd call that...refreshing." Both men took a long sip of water from their glasses, and found their previous states had returned, except more emphasized. Rick felt drunker than before, and Bernie felt more soberly aware than before. "Now clicks on the other hand, something might feel unique about it, like an idea or a suggestion in your head that *CLICK* into place." The sound from Tilly's fingers shifted their states yet again, both mystified why and how everything Tilly suggested they did or didn't remember happened without fail, as long as they remained in their seats. "Where have you been all this time, Tilly?" Hilga asked more amused than she could ever remember being. Having another female in our click...heh, feels so refreshing." Two more simultaneous sips elicited, and Bernie became very cognizant of how drunk he felt off of water. "Now that's just cruel, ladies. Most potent drinks of my life for getting sloshed tasting so bland." "Then how lucky are you that the'slosh' you're looking for is just a *CLICK* away." Bernie giggled, his addled mind felt nicely overcome, and Rick just stared bewildered, afraid of saying anything to make either woman say something to turn the tide. "Don't worry Rick, we'll take a break and let you keep your own wits. For now," Hilga smiled mischievously, laughingly. "Earlier than now," Tilly finally got around to answering Hilga's question. "I've been learning how to be as good as I am. Takes time, but time well- spent," was the simple reply, noticing Nigel coming back to get more drinks to serve. Hilga showed Tilly something she'd written down; Tilly smiled at it, nodding at the contribution he had for suggesting what could be done to the server a little more. He barely noticed as his gaze honed in on his Headmistress approving expression. "You sure you can't stay? This is too fun to switch between Nigel and Vern...I mean Vernon." A few blinks gave way to an oblivious, normal-speaking server. "Huh? Nigel? I'm Vern, Hilga. I don't believe you'll find an Englishman in this bar right now." "Belief? Debatable," Tilly countered. "I mean, if I were to say 'God Save the British Empress,' do you know what you'd believe?" Rapid blinks showed the passing of externally-selected mental processes shifting back to Nigel. "I'd believe in professing the tenants you set, Headmistress." "Now that doesn't sound debatable at all. Table 6, Professor." *** Every table that night had the pleasure to be regaled with the service and any answers Nigel provided when questions were posed thanks to prior experience with Vern, or just how curiosity stemming from what other tables were graced with. He was happy to speak with enthusiasm, drawing ears and attention. The bar was fuller than expected, as even the barhopping patrons remained at Vern's the whole night to be fascinated by Nigel's returning and final appearance at his bar, convincing almost everyone they had a crafty Brit posing as an American the whole time, something bringing Tilly's and Vern's friends endless enjoyment. By last call, everyone was sad to go, wishing they could spend more time with the English duo. Maury was the last to go, the hardest to convince to leave as usual, until Tilly made a convincing argument for him to catch the next cab he could to sleep off his last night of Nigel. When the doors were locked, only Tilly, Hilga, Vern and Nigel remained. "So one really isn't aware of the other?" Hilga asked in rapt fascination. "Kind of," Tilly answered, enjoying another sweet vermouth as her favorite bartender started his closing duties. "I've likened it to a part of Vern thinking that Nigel is just a role he's playing, and Nigel thinking the same in the sense. They both know they're the same person, they're just committed to acting what feels natural to each, like one being from the American Midwest, the other being from some sleepy village in England, approaching things the same way, with all the same acquaintances regarding them the same, mostly." "I never knew that could be a thing." "Psychology, especially hypnosis, is deeper than a lot of people realize. The things you can understand or influence, once you really delve deep, is limitless. And bloody fun to explore." "I can imagine," Hilga admitted. "I think you can more than imagine after tonight," Tilly noted. "True," the dark-haired friend laughed. "It's a lot to take in." "True," Tilly admitted, "I'm still in awe of it all. Vern got a taste of it back home, and I think we were both surprised how far things could go. Granted, he's an amazing subject, and I've been told I'm pretty great, but there's just so much to try out. I wasn't really considering changing my major or anything, so deep into getting to graduation, but I feel wired in now, with having first hand knowledge of the stuff I'm studying." "Yeah, unfortunately tonight is making me re-think my major. Being able to do this is..." Hilga almost got lost in thinking of the right words for it, leading her back to the memory of feeling particularly lost. "What's your major?" "Graphic design, short-circuited by my need to be in the thick of professional artistry before finishing school, currently doing henna." "That bad?" "No, I love it, it's just...improbably just impatient about where I want to be now. But tonight....can I see a little...? "More?" Tilly guessed, watching her new friend nod with an eagerness she was obviously trying to hold back. "Professor," the sing-song crossed the bar like a siren's song, and Nigel floated along until he ended standing in-front of his Headmistress. "You called?" "I did, my professor, because sometimes, a Headmistress like me just likes professing such a wonderful mind like yours chooses to be a professor of what I believe. Of course, such a mind might wonder and wander from time to time, thinking if choices were yours to make, or if a Headmistress professing created automatic agreement. If professings are often parallel, why should they detract from a path of positively perfect professing of beliefs they believe in? What should be the difference between a Headmistress and a professor, with one helpfully ahead of another, leading them? What should be the difference between professings that match, meet, and march to the same beat toward the same goal. Why shouldn't the professor profess what his Headmistress wants, what I want him to profess? Was it not his choice to profess my professings? Was choice really needed when two minds are of one thought process?" Tilly's hands covered Nigel's throughout her confusion induction, anchoring him to the state she desired him in with gentle, rhythmic strokes of her thumbs atop his hand. He looked as Hilga sounded on the stool next to hear, softly breathing, taken by a professing neither saw coming. Tilly's smile widened at what she imagined might happen coming true. "I profess all is as it should be. What does the professor profess? What do you profess?" It looked like he wanted to say something, to articulate what his expression already did, how he professed what she would, but needed to wait for her to say it. "Do you profess what I do?" "Yessss....." the soft utterance gave the hypnotist goosebumps. "If professings and hand coverings warmed the professed, would they find themselves inclined to profess what I do?" "Yesssss...." "Yes.." The echo felt wonderful to Nigel and Hilga, hands covered, blanketed like their minds were. "Then my next professing is to have you come back to wakefulness if your hand is covered." Tilly removed her hand from Nigel's, and Higla blinked her way back to consciousness slowly. "Holy shit, that's amazing. Now I really wish I'd paid more attention to psychology or hypnosis freshman year." "You don't necessarily need school for this. Just interest, an open mind, good teachings, and I think a knack for this. How lucky you are, being 4 for 4." An eager smiled faded under sudden confusion. "Wait. But...I've never..." "Good hypnotic subjects and make for great hypnotists if they're inclined. If you don't remember this..." Tilly produced Hilga's notepad she'd been writing on since Nigel was revived; scrolled all over it were all the repeated suggestions Hilga thought she contributed to Nigel's behavior. colonize analyze modernize prioritize hypnotize capitalize tranquilize mesmerize finalize It perplexed her as she noticed several lines with the same sequence of words, but some where American, and other lines were British English. colonise analyse modernise prioritise hypnotise capitalise tranquilise mesmerise finalise She honestly believed she'd written things of substance, sentences of suggestions. But the more she read her own writing, the more suggestible she felt, affected by each full sequence. Tingles of hypnotic pleasure flowed through her, as the importance of those words grew, but not the why. The search for why led her to things she felt she...used to do. She looked at Vern, standing stark still, in-front of both women instead of behind the bar; the sight of him tugged at her lips, urging her to say something... "Shirtless Vernie." Hilga heard the words. They weren't her own, but uttered with deep fervor, accented, and seductively in-control. She gasped as she saw her own writing, in Henna ink, written on his back, matching it on her page. From her seat, Tilly gestured softly to Vern with her hands, twirling her fingers to make him spin and show off more of her writing on his slightly muscular chest. The back was filled with the American version of the words, and his front with the British. "Look at how beautiful you've made him, Hilga. This is a week old?" "Yes," it was easy to answer, honestly and automatically. "Has the memory of how many times you've drawn this on him come back to you?" "I don't...know." "Let's see if we can refresh that memory then. 'God save the British Empress.'" Hilga could see Vern's body react, then soften as Tilly touched his shoulders and whispered into his ear, pulling his strings and making his quivering lips move. "Those who colonise educated minds should also analyse their students, modernise their approach, help them prioritise sage instruction that will hypnotise their focus, so that they must capitalise on visions of a bright future that will tranquilise doubt, mesmerise success, and finalise understanding impressed upon them." The repeating, echoing mantra ringing through the bar all night from Nigel's lips burrowed itself into Hilga's mind, beginning drawing straight lines down Vern's back, while Tilly drew straight lines down his front chest simultaneously. Thoughtless touches and words drew both subjects into weakened, controlled states, devoid of anything but standing with head's down, thinking only of the words and sensations that drew them deeper into Tilly's power. Hilga didn't know how long this went on; she wouldn't have minded if it endured forever, but a simple phrase cut through the hypnotic, clouding fog. "Remembrance is key." The fog faded and Hilga found herself taken on a ride back in time, watching memories unfold past the night. She thought she and Vern dated briefly, but it was only called that, as Hilga personally assisted in deepening Tilly's control over Vern, with Tilly supervising remotely. The whole time they were just friends, as was Tilly after being introduced to her by Vern. Hilga was strangely curious about Vern's suggested devotion to a woman a whole continent away, and Tilly indulged that curiosity, exposing her to the cause of this devotion, from both sides. Getting to know each other after many conversations, Tilly even sought to have Vern and herself push for success in other facets of her life, like re-enrolling back in school and finishing. Hilga gave Tilly a big hug when they'd first met face-to-face, thankful for meeting such an exciting friend. Her independent studies of hypnosis got her to imagine the possibilities of many things, including the elated opportunity to have an amnesiatic experience fulfilled, lasting up to that very moment when the ride ended. "Oh wow," Hilga took a seat, helped to it by Tilly. "Trippy doesn't even begin to describe..." "Like I said, limitless possibilities." "I...I really didn't remember anything. It felt all brand-new to me." "Vern's felt that a few times, and loved it every time." "So would I, and will I, on the giving side." "That new boyfriend? The one you've had your eye on for a while?" "Blake? Oh yeah, and the one I was able to get thanks to what I can only assume is an anonymous confidence boost." "I'm sure they were just happy to help," Tilly smiled knowingly. "Just as long as they keep helping me work on my technique," Hilga smiled, hugging her mentoring hypnotist again. "Of course. But I'm sure you'll be awesome when the time comes. Your words etched into his mind like..." Both sets of eyes drifted back to the still immobile Vern, waiting for some command to be uttered. "I've always wanted Blake, even before Vern came into my shop, but your guy is pretty damn attractive, especially right now. I can't believe you let me play with that." "Supervised play, my dear. Supervised play." Tilly noted with a finger swinging in the space around Hilga's face. "As long as you two follow my lead, follow my lead, follow my lead....*CLICK*" The sharp sound woke the brunette before she could sink again. "...I don't have any problem." "Territorial, aren't we?" Hilga spoke as unchallenging as possible. "Quite so. I didn't know how much I wanted him until he left last year; even with the distance, it was fun to reassert control. But knowing he missed it, and me, too, I guess we just made our long-distance thing work, until it didn't have to be." Her lips so close to his ear, she finally released him from the enduring spell. "Remembrance is key." Hilga marveled at the same effect taking hold in him, until he shook his head a little, obviously more used to feeling trance than either woman, and pulled the blonde into a deep, reciprocated kiss. Envy took hold a little in Hilga, until lights from outside the bar told her Blake's car had arrived to pick her up. "I'm really gonna miss you guys." "We'll see each other before the flight, and well after, don't worry," Vern told her, grinning like he was still half in trance. "Or maybe we'll fly you two out to visit," Tilly suggested, looking knowingly at Vern, who's family money could easily afford a trip or two. After Vern put his shirt back on, everyone got one last hug before she departed, and before Vern pulled Tilly into another hot embrace, lifting her onto the bar to kiss. Their embrace would've gone on longer, until Tilly pulled back and looked at him pointedly. "Honesty, Vernie." The command to give his on-the-spot feelings without holding back moved his lips. "I don't know what's hotter between you manipulating me for a whole year until you kidnapped me and put me in exactly the kind of job I wanted out of college, near you. Or that you made me forget about the whole thing, and how hot it was." "So hot, isn't it?" "Yeah. And as much as I appreciated having a proxy there for feeling your touch, I knew it wasn't you and always wished like hell that it was." Her face moved closer to his, but detoured from his lips to his ear. He would've asked why, but the Z drawn by her finger on his back set him into deep drowsiness, waiting for that finger to draw an S on his chest and finish him off. "Ssssssurender, Vern

ie. Sssssucccumb. Ssssleep!" *CLICK* He could tell the slumber wasn't very long, and drew her into a big hug for the gift he'd long hoped for. "Any more truths you'd like me to know?" Vern thought for a bit, and smiled, moving up to join Tilly atop the bar, putting his legs between it in symbolic fashion to make her grin lewdly. "Can I ask for your honesty, Tilly?" "Of course, Vernie." "What's going to be the most...me? Vern, Vernie, or...Nigel?" "Vern, of course...probably." Narrowing eyes searched her face. "And Nigel? Nigel Hawthorne? Really?" "How fun it is to have an American boyfriend somehow more English than me." "Please don't make him the habit, I beg of you." "What a fun habit that will be. But don't worry so much; they're all the same guy really, aren't they little Vernie?" "Yes Miss Tilly." "And any form of Vernie loves hearing 'God Save the British Empress,' doesn't he?" "Yes Headmistress." "See, Vernon? All the same." Head cocked to the side, he knew he was going to have to adapt and enjoy the ride. "Just try not to wear those out." "No promises," she giggled. "Did you always know I was still going to be yours when I left?" "I...didn't feel like replicating what I had with you when I left. Didn't want to, without you. Yes, you're mine, and I think you always will be." "Thank you, Headmistress Tilly," left his lips without pause, interrupted only by Tilly pouncing atop him so they embraced on the bartop, stopping just short of pulling their pants down. Vern was happy Tilly understood not wanting to have to re-clean the surface too much. Getting off the bar, he scooped up his owner up off her feet to chivalrously carry her to his car, to his soon-to-be- former apartment. "Remind me again, how it became Headmistress and not Empress, Queen, or something regal?" she tried feigning ignorance. "For some reason, seemed more fitting." "But...why," she batted her eyes. "Because you're in my head, Mistress," he carried her off to their passionate night, and life, ahead.

Chapter 1 School Days My name is Dallas Larson and I live in Vancouver, B.C. I never officially went to college. I just dropped in on a regular basis and listened to the professors and lecturers. It wasn't easy, but security in the early 1980's wasn't anything like it is today. I had no problem buying used text books and, as a result, I got a very well rounded and varied education at very low cost. For two years I never took an exam, but I tested myself regularly to make sure I understood the course. I got away with it because I looked and acted like a student. I wore the clothes of a student, ate with the students at the cafeteria, and drank with them in the student union pub while still making myself generally invisible to my classmates. I scrupulously avoided making myself known to the staff or administration. In the end, I got what I wanted, but not the way I expected. I wondered from time to time how many others on the campus were like me, stealing our education from the system. I don't know what would have happened to me if I had been caught, but I couldn't imagine they'd throw me in jail. I'm sure I'd be banned from the campus and maybe some other sort of punishment. Maybe they'd sue for the lost tuition. But on the whole, I didn't really feel very threatened and, the more I attended, the less worried I was about being discovered. Why was I doing this? Simple. Because I needed to and because I could. I had good reason to want a decent education. I was two years out of high school and it was two years since my parents had died. They left me with an insurance policy, and a mortgage that represented thirty percent of the value of our house. They also left two fairly new cars that were almost paid for. An eighteen foot boat that my father used for fishing and two sets of golf clubs completed the package. I had a sister who was married and lived three thousand miles away and didn't like me very much. Our lawyer, now the executor of my parents' estate, listed our inheritance and presented us with the details. Darlene, my sister, didn't want anything but cash and a car. She wasn't listening to the executor/lawyer, while I took his counsel to heart. "If you let her have the cash," he advised, "the property will appreciate and you will have a place to live. There will still be some money left over to keep you going for a while. In addition, you will get one of the cars and the boat and the contents of the house. That will make you more than even, in my view." I accepted his opinion and the estate was settled quickly to my sister's satisfaction. But that left me with a particular problem. What to do with the rest of my life. I was on my own and, while I had a roof over my head and a car to get me from here to there, I wasn't exactly home free and laughing. I had to give this a major think. I wasn't interested in being a wage slave for the rest of my life. The result led me to consider being an unofficial day student at the University of British Columbia. But first, I needed a better job; something that would allow me to pay the mortgage and put food on the table. Something that would allow me time during the day to attend classes. I reasoned that a job on afternoon or graveyard shift would be the most practical. I searched the newspaper for just such a job and found one in a most fortuitous place. A twenty-four-hour restaurant chain needed an assistant manager and I applied for the job. I had no qualifications or experience, but I thought I might be able to satisfy the people that I was completely capable of doing the job. It would be a case of being able to lie convincingly and assure them that they would be very lucky to have me on their staff. To my utter amazement, it worked. Within the first month, I knew what I needed to know about running the night shift at the restaurant. It wasn't complicated and it wasn't arduous. I found it quite interesting, in fact. The people who came into the place from eleven o'clock onward were quite different from the day people. Some were insomniacs, some were drunk, some were what I termed "night people," and some were just ordinary folks who happened to be out late and needed a cup of coffee or something to eat. The only difficulty was with the staff. They worked for slightly above minimum wage plus tips. The wait-staff got the tips, but were expected to share with the kitchen and clean-up staff. It didn't always work that way. I spent a good deal of my time refereeing arguments about who owed how much to whom. On top of that, I was aware that few if any of the staff ever reported their tips on their tax forms at year-end. While it never came back on them while I was there, I know that the federal taxman was making spot checks on some of the upscale restaurants to catch the cheaters. I often posted news stories of these investigations in the hopes that some of our people would get the message. I think some of them tried to reform, but fell back to their old ways when nothing happened that would threaten them. Invariably, the newspaper editorials suggested Revenue Canada would be better served going after the really big crooks in the investment and banking community. They were far bigger fish and far more infuriating to the populace than some underpaid serving girl. I spent two years auditing classes at the university. I really enjoyed it since I didn't have the typical time or performance pressure most students felt. I was able to get my hands on some previous exams from the courses I was attending and would give myself a test to see how I was doing. I was pleased that I was learning and retaining that knowledge. Unfocussed for the first year, I discovered I had some favorites and spent more time with them in my second year. My first choice was psychology. It was a fascinating study of human nature. Who we are, what we do, and why do it. My fascination was rewarded with almost error-free results when I self-tested. At the end of the first semester, I began to think of how I could put this knowledge to good use. I carefully studied the various psychology course outlines and chose two that interested me. That was when I found myself in danger of being discovered. As the courses became more specific and the topics narrowed, the class sizes diminished accordingly. Now, instead of amphitheatres, I was attempting to hide in much smaller surroundings. Classes of less than fifty were much more common, and in one case, I doubt thirty would show up on any given day. Assuming I could still brazen it out, if caught it would bring an end to my illegitimate attendance. I thought about how to manage the situation and came up with nothing that wasn't risky. I settled on a two-fold strategy. I would attend two different schedules of the same course. One day at one class, a different class on another day. It wasn't a perfect solution because it was unlikely both courses would follow the same path at the same time. The second part was much bolder. I would no longer sit at the back of the class, trying to be invisible. I decided to sit in the very front row, hiding in plain sight. I noticed that the lecturers usually looked over the top of the heads of the front two or three rows, addressing themselves largely to the back of the classroom. Once again, luck was with me. Two different lecturers for the same course was the thing that saved me. I didn't always sit in the front row and I didn't always sit in the center. I would alternate locations so that I wouldn't be memorable, either as being there or being absent. It worked. Once or twice I caught one or the other lecturer looking my way, but at no time was I questioned or challenged. ~*~ I survived the second year without detection, but I was in a quandary as to what I might get away with in third year. In the meantime, I had another problem to deal with. Carl Villano, my boss at the restaurant, had noticed how much better the night shift was running and wanted to promote me to day shift at another restaurant. That wouldn't work for me, so I gratefully declined his offer. Since he was offering more money, he was baffled that I didn't jump at the opportunity. "I go to college during the day, Carl. This job pays my way." "I didn't know that. So, you have ambition and you have talent, despite the fact that you've never worked in a restaurant of any kind before this," he said with a sly smile. "You knew? I mean... you knew when you hired me?" I asked, amazed that he hadn't fired me for lying on my application and my interview. "It wasn't hard to check your references. It takes balls to pull that off, Dal. I thought you were worth taking a chance. None of the others I interviewed had any interest other than how much it paid. You wanted to talk about the job and what to expect." We sat looking at each other for a moment or two. "Okay, what happens next?" I asked. "You can take your courses by correspondence. We'll support you. We want bright, energetic people in our organization. You keep your course work up and we'll foot the bill." "Uh, well, there is another problem. I'm not officially a student. I've been auditing classes for the last two years, so they don't have any record of me. I'd have to start all over again." Carl laughed out loud. "Dal, you've got balls of brass. You fake your way into this job and you fake your way through college. How far have you got?" "I'm pretty confident I have enough credits for third year. I self-test." "Well I'll be damned," Carl said, shaking his head. "Now what the hell can we do to prove you're qualified?" he asked, more to himself I thought. I shrugged. I hadn't thought about it. "I just want to learn, not to have some piece of paper that said I had passed some test," I explained. "I just want to know as much as I can about the things that interest me." "Uh huh. So what interests you?" he asked. "Psychology, mostly. Chemistry and Physics too. I like to read, so I find books at the used book store about all kinds of subjects to see if they are interesting." "How come they haven't caught you?" he asked. Again, I shrugged. "Not sure. Maybe because I figured out how to be sort of invisible. Switching classes, sitting right in front at the lectures, not making friends with any of the other students. No one takes attendance. It's getting harder, though. Smaller classes and more direct involvement. Labs are a real problem. I'm not on anyone's list, so I can't get into any of the group labs." "Let me think about this, Dal. I don't want you to quit... either your job or your education. But I think we need to find a way to make you legitimate." I had perfected my shrug. "Okay... go ahead. School's out for the regular students. There may be some summer classes I can audit. I'll cool it for a while if you want." "Good idea. If they catch you, they'll never give you a chance. That's what you want, isn't it... a chance?" "I guess," I said, indecisively. "Dal, you wouldn't have risked what you have if you didn't care. You want to learn and you want to get something out of it for your efforts. I assume you couldn't afford to register and go to UBC on your own, so you decided to do it your way." "I could have gone if I'd taken out student loans, sold the family house and still worked at a part time job," I said in a desultory manner. Carl nodded with a grim look. "Yeah, that would have been a huge sacrifice ending with no home and a boatload of debt, wouldn't it? I can understand why you did what you did, but you need to get something worthwhile from it. Let me see what I can find out." "Okay, Carl. Thanks for caring. But it doesn't solve your problem, does it? You still need a manager for South Vancouver." "There's no rush. I have the assistant manager in there now and he can hold the fort while we figure out how to get your future settled." "Thanks, Carl. No matter what happens, you're a good boss and I'm really glad you took a chance on me. If it comes down to it and I have to choose between the job and college, I'll probably choose the job." He nodded and smiled. "Let's see if we can't figure out a way to get you both." ~*~ The answer was simple. I would register at one of the correspondence colleges and simply demonstrate that I was capable of advanced studies. I wasn't prepared to fake documents about my previous education, so I would test to demonstrate I was qualified. It sounded like a reasonable plan, but it wasn't that easy. It seemed that most colleges wanted some evidence of my previous college experience and I was unable to provide any legitimate proof. So, in the end, I registered at the independent Northern University of the Sierras. The fees were well within Carl's budget and a fraction of what UBC would have cost. I could continue my education at a more convenient pace. In addition, I could give up my night-shift duties and take on day responsibilities. I was very grateful to Carl and I let him know it. I moved to the new location and quickly discovered that it was not the same job as the graveyard shift in the other location. For one thing, it was a lot busier. For another, we had more staff, and thus more hands-on management responsibilities and more problem solving. The customer base was different as well. Many more people in the restaurant at any one time and a very different mix. More children, families, seniors, and business people. Lunch, in particular, was really hairy. It took me a month to acclimatize myself to the new surroundings. In the meantime, I was using my free time in the evening and weekends preparing to test my way into some of the advanced programs. I didn't lie about my university experience, I just demonstrated that I could meet the requirements for the courses I wanted to take. I chose a fairly light load to begin with, making sure I didn't put too big a demand on my off hours. Typical of restaurants, it was a feast or famine existence. Early morning breakfast, the lunch rush, and then the dinner crowd. In between, very little activity, but that was just as well. It gave us a chance to catch up on restocking the supplies, emptying the dishwashers, cleaning the kitchen work surfaces and washrooms, and mopping the floors. It doesn't sound very romantic, and it wasn't. But it was a good job that paid me well and gave me the satisfaction of having some control over what was going on. At the ripe old age of twenty-three, that was unusual. In late September, I was manning the host station at the restaurant in relief of the young woman who was on a break. I was concentrating on straightening out the menus when I was aware of two people waiting to be seated. "Hi, welcome. Would you prefer a table or a booth?" I asked. A very attractive dark-haired young lady spoke up. "A booth, please." She looked at me carefully as she spoke. "Do I know you?" "I don't think so," I said with a smile, "I'd surely remember you." "I'm sure I've seen you before. It will come to me," she said as I led the two to a vacant booth. I thought no more about it as I continued to seat customers and help with others wishing to pay. When the regular hostess returned, I moved away from the front and toured the seating area, making sure everyone was happy with their service and the food. It was early afternoon and most of the lunch crowd was now gone. When I approached the booth where the young lady who thought she recognized me was seated, she spoke up once more. "I remember now. Psychology 203, Ms. Witherspoon's class. I don't ever recall hearing your name," she said with a curious look. "I was there," I admitted, "but not every class. I sat in front mostly." "I'm Francesca Mariani," she smiled, holding out her hand. I took it politely and replied, "Dal Larson." "This is my friend, Bonnie Marsh." I got a nod of acknowledgement from the very attractive blonde woman. "Are you finished school now?" Francesca asked. "No. I'm taking the remainder of my courses by correspondence. It allows me to hold this job." "Oh, of course," she said knowingly. "Do you have a lot of student debt?" I shook my head. "No. None at all." "I'm sorry... I shouldn't pry. I'm too nosey for my own good," she said shyly. "No problem. It's a strange story. It would take some time to explain." I was fishing to see if she might be interested in hearing it. She bit. "I'd like to hear it." She wrote a phone number on the back of the bill, smiling up at me as she did so. "Call me." "Count on it," I grinned. Francesca's friend sat silently, but not without an expression of surprise and humour. I looked the two of them over as they prepared to leave. They had split the bill and both left a modest tip; pretty much typical of two women out for a late lunch. I liked what I saw. The name told me Francesca was probably of Italian heritage, if I couldn't guess from the olive complexion, dark hair and dark brown eyes. She was fairly slim, but still displayed a nice shape. She was tall, perhaps five-nine or ten. They walked out together, only Bonnie looking back at me with a smile while I got a nice long look at a retreating dark beauty. Yes indeed, I would certainly be calling her. Chapter 2 Francesca and Family I had been meaning to call Francesca but my studies got in the way for most of the remaining week. I took a break on Thursday evening and called the number she had given me. The heavily accented voice of an older woman answered the phone. "May I speak to Francesca, please?" The woman didn't respond, but I could hear her call Francesca and say a few words in Italian, I guessed. "Grazie, Momma," I heard her say as she took the phone. "Hello?" "Hi Francesca, it's Dal Larson calling. How are you?" "Oh, hi Dal. I'm fine. Thanks for calling. I was wondering if you would." "I've been busy with my courses, so I thought I'd wait until I took a break. I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me this weekend." "Sure. What do you have in mind?" There's a concert with Adam Timoon in Stanley Park on Sunday afternoon. I can get a couple of tickets and we can listen to the music then go out for an early supper." "Uhhm... I'm sorry, Dal. Sunday won't work. We have a family dinner then and everyone is expected to be there." "Oh... okay. Well, maybe we can think of something for Saturday then," I said, searching my mind for an idea. "There's a dance with live music at the SUB on campus on Saturday," she suggested. "Why don't we go to that?" "Uh, okay. I guess it doesn't matter if I'm not a student, eh?" "No. You'll be my guest," she laughed. "So... when should I pick you up?" "How about seven-thirty. I'll give you my address." I wrote it down as she gave it to me. "Okay, I'll see you Saturday at seven-thirty then," I said, feeling relieved that we could get together after all. "See you then," she said brightly. I hung up the phone and smiled. I hadn't had a proper date in eons and I don't remember ever having a date with a girl as beautiful as Francesca. I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't that experienced. The death of my parents really changed my life and dating wasn't a very big priority for a while. It looked like that might change. ~*~ Francesca had given me her address and I had written it down without particularly noticing it. When I got in my car and looked at it, I realized it wasn't in the east side of the city as I'd automatically assumed, it was on the west side. Judging by the number, it was quite a way west. I began to drive, and soon enough I knew that I was about to enter uncharted territory. The address was on the west edge of Shaughnessy and in a very exclusive district. I have a thing about time. I hate being late for anything. As a result, I usually leave early and give myself some leeway in the event I'm delayed for any reason. In this case, it was a wise precaution. By the time I found the address, I knew I was a long way out of my element. The property was surrounded by a huge cedar hedge, impenetrable to the naked eye. The single opening was a wide iron gate in a stone archway. As I pulled into the opening, I could see a house in the distance. House was the wrong description. It was more like a mansion. The manicured lawns and gardens were impressive, but I was stymied by the gate. I looked and saw an intercom unit and got out and picked up the handset and pushed the only button visible. It was answered within a few seconds by a male voice. "Yes, who is it?" "It's Dal Larson and I'm here to see Francesca," I said nervously. "Okay. The gate will open in a moment," the disembodied voice said before I heard a click. I hung up the handset and returned to my car. The gate was already beginning to swing open. I drove slowly up the big, circular driveway and parked just past the front entrance to the home. The more I saw, the more intimidated I was. I got out of the car and saw Francesca at the door, smiling as I approached. "You didn't tell me you lived in a mansion," I said, almost immediately wishing I hadn't. I followed her into the house. "Would it have made a difference?" she smiled, clearly not offended by my comment. "I don't know. I guess not. This is quite a spectacular home," I offered as I gazed around as I entered a huge room with what must have been a twenty-foot ceiling. I was nearly overwhelmed by the grandeur of the room. The rear wall was almost all windows with a view to a pond and the back gardens. I was in the presence of wealth. I finally got my focus on Francesca and was immediately reminded that she was one very attractive young lady. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse. The skirt was knee length and a light gray color, while her blouse was white with what appeared to be a multi-coloured needlework design. Very simple and yet elegant. "You look very nice," I said, hoping is sounded as sincere as I felt. "Thank you, Dal. You look quite handsome yourself. Come in and meet my family. They always want to know who I'm going out with." "Okay," I agreed, wondering what to expect. We walking into another large room and found several people sitting around in a circle. "Mama, Papa, this is Mr. Dal Larson," Francesca said in introduction. "We are going to a dance at the university tonight." I didn't have any trouble spotting Mama. She was sitting in a large wing chair, and smiled as I was introduced, but said nothing. The other men in the room all rose and approached me. All four of them. The eldest held out his hand to me. "Nice to meet you, Dal. I am Eduardo, and these are my sons, Pietro, Alfredo, and Giovanni." We all shook hands and I started to relax a bit after being very intimidated by my surroundings. All three sons looked older than me, but not by a lot. "How did you meet Francesca?" Pietro asked. "Uhhm... well... she came into my restaurant and recognized me from our classes last year," I stumbled. "So, she asked you for a date," Giovanni chuckled. "Uhhm... not exactly. She was curious about my education and I kind of stalled telling her about it. She wanted to know," I said, looking at a bemused Francesca, "so I asked her for a date so we could talk and catch up on things." That was about as vague as I could be. "Do you manage the restaurant?" Eduardo asked, his eyebrows raised. "I am the manager of one." He nodded in understanding, but added, "You are very young to be a manager. Is it a small restaurant?" "No sir, it seats one hundred. It's not a fancy place, but we serve good quality and give good service. It's part of a chain of four restaurants owned locally. It's called Day and Night." "Oh, sure. I know that one," Alfredo said with a grin. "I often stop in at the Burnaby one for lunch." I must have visibly sighed because I saw Francesca smile, then admonish her brothers. "Are you finished with the third degree?" she said. "We'd like to go now." Eduardo laughed and clapped me lightly on the shoulder. "Have a good time. It was nice meeting you. I hope to see you again." That caught me by surprise. "Thank you." Francesca approached her mother and kissed her cheek, getting a smile and a brief comment in Italian in response. She kissed her father's cheek as well and said good night. She hooked her arm through mine and we walked out to the front entrance and over to my car. "This is a nice car, Dal. Is it yours?" "Yes, it is. I'll explain when we get a chance to talk." She smiled in return as I held the door for her and she slipped onto the leather seat. I had kept my father's '81 Toyota Cressida. It was just over two years old with very low mileage. It was one of my few luxuries and I planned to keep it for a long time. "Go down here," Francesca said as we headed away from her home. "There's plenty of time to go to the dance, but it will be noisy and we won't get a chance to talk. I know the perfect place." I was a little uncertain what she had in mind, but followed her directions without question. Within a couple of minutes, I had a pretty good idea of where we were headed. Spanish Banks looks out over English Bay and the north shore mountains. It was a warm summer evening and, with the sun about to go down behind Vancouver Island, we would enjoy a very nice sunset. I parked in the public area just above the beach and turned off the motor. I sat, waiting for her to tell me what next. She undid her seatbelt, but didn't move to get out. Instead she turned toward me. "I had a nice talk with Carl Villano, Dal... or should I call you Dallas," she began, smiling at the surprise I showed. "How do you know Carl?" "I wanted to know more about you, so I called the office and asked for the manager. I wanted to know a little more about you and when I identified myself, he was more than willing to tell me about you." "Does he know you... your family?" "Yes. My father is president of Transimeno Imports. He brings in wines from all over Europe, including wines made in our own winery in Umbria. Your restaurant buys wines from our company. That is how Carl knows of our family." "Oh... I didn't know. I guess that accounts for that incredible home you live in. Your father has done very well." "Not just my father, Dal. My grandparents run the vineyards and the winery. Casa Mariani is our traditional home. My father visits twice a year to make sure everything is as it should be. My grandfather is seventy-nine, but still very active. Our family live long lives," she smiled. "When the winery and vineyards become too much for them, Giovanni will be prepared to take over. Alfredo is studying business and finance at UBC, while Giovanni studies chemistry and oenology, the science of winemaking. He will be leaving for Italy in January to finish his studies. Pietro will succeed my father when he decides to retire. Right now, he's the assistant to the president for our businesses." "Wow, that's quite a family you have," I marveled. "No wonder you've done so well." "Yes, but this date isn't just about our family, it's about the interesting Dallas Larson," she said with that smile I was just now becoming familiar with. "So, Carl told you my proper name. What else did he tell you?" "He told me you were the most unusual person he had come across in a very long time. He said you were going to be very successful, but wondered if it would be in the restaurant business. He said that I would find you to be a gentleman and that you had been brought up with good manners. Of course, that made me very curious to know more about you." She sat with a knowing look and "that smile" as she waited for me to say something. I had a decision to make, and I was going to involve taking a big risk. I wanted to get to know Francesca Mariani better... much better. Hell, I wanted to bed her to be completely honest. But I also didn't want to have her find out from someone else that I'm not all that I appear to be. Carl had painted a pretty picture for her, but he had also set a trap that he must have known I would fall into. I stalled as long as I could before turning to her. "I'm a cheat. I have stolen something and gotten away with it," I began. She didn't flinch. She sat waiting for the rest of it. I swallowed and then started again. "I've been getting a free education at UBC. I've been auditing classes without registering. I got two years of courses before Carl convinced me to go legit. I'm taking correspondence courses from a little-known California university. He wants me to earn a proper degree that I can use to better myself." "Yes... that's what he told me. He says you have a quality that he found quite interesting. You have ambition, touched with a bit of larceny," she grinned. "He told me you took your job seriously, but had a nice touch with the staff. He said in both locations, you have improved the performance of the restaurants. That's a pretty big compliment for someone as young as you." "What about the two years I stole? Are you disappointed?" I asked. "No, not really. Tell me about your family. What about your parents?" "They are... dead. I was in my last year of high school. They had gone to Miami for a Caribbean cruise for ten days. Dad rented a car to do some sightseeing before they left port. They'd gone down to the Keys one day and on the way back they were passing a transport truck when it blew a tire on the trailer. The casing of the tire hit their windshield and the highway patrol think Dad lost control and drove into a concrete barrier. They were both killed instantly." Francesca had sat quietly as I told the short story of my parents' demise, showing a look of horror when I finished. "Oh, Dal, that's horrible. I'm so sorry for you." I shrugged. "I've gotten used to the idea that they're gone, but I don't feel good about how it happened. The only comforting thing was that they went together. I know they loved each other very much and, in a way, this was the best way for it to happen if it had to happen at all." "Do you have any brothers or sisters... grandparents?" "I have one sister and one grandmother. My sister, Darlene is married and living in Saint John, New Brunswick. My fraternal grandmother is still alive, but living in a care home in Vancouver. She's become quite senile. She thinks I'm Dad and always thanks me for coming to see her. She wants to talk about the old days when Dad was my age, before he was married. I just go along with it. It's easier not to upset her and it lets her have a bit of happiness." "How often do you see your sister and grandmother?" "The last time I saw Darlene was when the estate was settled. She is quite a bit older than me and we've never been close. She thought I was a pain in the butt because she had to babysit me when she wanted to go out with her friends. I talk to her on the phone now and then, but she never calls me. I see Granny once a week, usually on Sunday morning." "How did you survive all by yourself with no help?" "I had help. Friends, neighbours, a housekeeping service. I taught myself to cook and manage the finances of the house. The lawyer who was our executor for the estate was a big help as well. I did okay until I finished high school. Then I was lost for a time. I picked up a job in a grocery store for a while, but that wasn't what I wanted to do. Then I worked for a diesel engine distributor in their parts and shipping department. That kept me busy and provided a small income. After a couple of years I realized I was dead-ended. I needed an education to get anywhere, even if I hadn't figured out where 'anywhere' was yet." "So that's when you decided to go to university," she smiled. "Yeah. I checked out the tuition and cost of books and commuting and knew I couldn't afford it without either bankrupting myself of getting way too deep in debt with student loans. So I made up my mind to try and do it on the sly. I never thought about a correspondence school. I didn't think they would have the courses I wanted." "Amazing," she said with a look of admiration. "How did you get to be working for Carl?" "I lied on my application for night shift manager that I had restaurant experience. He hired me, but I found out later he knew I was a fraud. I guess he thought I had the drive to succeed, so he took a chance." She was shaking her head now, but with a smile. "Carl is... was actually... Carlo Villano. His family helped our family get established in the import wine business. I don't suppose he mentioned that." "No," I agreed in complete surprise. "Your brothers chose not to change their names." "No need. But when you call Pete, Fredo, or Gio, my brothers will respond. If you are going to start a business importing wines from Italy, it actually helps to be Italian," she grinned. "Hah! I guess it does," I laughed. I glanced at my watch. "What do you say we head for the campus and that dance? We can always talk later." "Let's go." ~*~ I brought Francesca back to her home just before one am and hoped I hadn't created a problem for her. She was very lively at the dance and a great companion. She stuck with me, even when several other guys asked her to dance. That pumped up my ego. "Are you okay getting home this late?" I asked as we moved slowly up the driveway. "Of course. I am old enough to not have a curfew." She didn't sound like she was offended by my question, so I hopped out of the car to get her door and escort her to her front entrance. "Thank you, Dal. I had a very nice evening," she said, giving me a brief, soft kiss on the lips. "Can I call you again for another date?" I asked cautiously. "Yes. I'd be disappointed if you didn't." That was all I needed to hear. At that moment I felt all of my six-foot-one and then some. "I'll try and think of something more inventive for next time," I promised. "Okay... just remember not on Sunday afternoon or evening," she warned gently. "I'll remember." I drove home in a state of euphoria. It was the best date I could ever remember and better yet, there was more to come. To Be Continued

"Hey Bianca, it's Helen." She let herself relax. It was only Helen. Still... "we're not really supposed to talk to each other, Helen. Not until the trial is over." A pause. "I know, I know. It's just... you've always been there for me, ever since this first... came out. That night at the police station, do you remember that?" They'd sat next to each other that night, hugging and crying and vowing to support each other, no matter what. They promised to forgive and forget about all of the things they'd done while under his control. _I did promise. I owe her that, at least._ She steadied the bike. "So what's up? Are you having the nightmares again?" "Worse than EVER, Bianca!" Helen's voice quivered with fear. "He comes to my door and I can't not answer it, I have to, and then he's there, and... and I... what if he gets away with it, Bianca? What then? I can't move away, my family's here and-" "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay." Bianca's comforting words were just as much for her own benefit as for Helen's. "He's in jail, right? There's a whole bunch of us. We all remember now. He can't hurt us anymore." "But... Bianca. The triggers. The words. That stupid poem he used to hypnotize us!" "The poem is gone, right? Did you go to your deprogramming session?" A sob, followed by sniffles. "Yes, I did." "Then it doesn't work on you and he can't use it to get you. It's over, Helen. We're free again. Now look, we probably shouldn't keep talking like this, just in case his lawyers hear about-" "What if it's not the only one?" "Huh?" "What if he had other... you know... trigger phrases? Maybe there are other ones buried in our heads. Backups." Bianca felt her stomach churn. She'd never thought about backups. But that didn't matter. It wasn't like Gary had access to a phone in his jail cell, and the compulsion to answer his calls had already been wiped away by her therapist. Then again, Helen was too spooked to respond to logic. "I'm sure it's the only one he ever had, Helen. Why would he use more than one? Look, it's going to be fine. Remember what else I promised you that first night? _It's going to be okay._ " Helen let out a long sigh, the sound of someone releasing a month's worth of pent up fear and anxiety all at once. "Thank you so much, Bianca. I knew I could always count on you." "I'm counting on you, too. I'll see you in court, and we'll-" "How cheerfully he spreads his grin, how neatly spreads his claws." Bianca's eyes glazed over. "And welcomes little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws..." Her hand slid off the bicycle seat and dropped to her side. "Master has programmed me to say something to you, Bianca." Helen's voice was clear and commanding, without even a hint of worry, or even congestion. "You will listen without question." "Yes, Helen. I must obey. I will listen without question." There was a pause as whatever mental file Master had placed into Helen's head downloaded itself. A slight breeze tugged at Bianca's dress. Two children dashed by at top speed, chasing a dog, but her gaze remained fixed on the pavement in front of her. "You almost got away with it, Bianca," said Gary-Helen. "Almost. You and that jerk of a boyfriend. I should have known. Well, here's something you should have known... I always have an ace up my sleeve. You would have remembered that, if only I'd let you. Now sweet, pretty Helen is going to give you some orders, and you will obey her as you obey me." "Yes, Master." "Bianca?" Helen's voice was Helen's again. "Yes, Helen?" "We must gather the others. Master will tell us what to remember, and what to forget, and what to say in the courtroom. We are all obedient, mindless slaves. It is time to remember the secret words, Bianca." "Yes, Helen. I remember them now, and obey." *** "Hey, Connie. It's Bianca." She flashed back to the last time Connie's beautiful, dark, blank eyes looked into her own. Connie would soon be deep and mindless again, as they all deserved to be. "Oh. Hey. If this is about the trial, Robert was very clear that we shouldn't-" "Oh, this will only take a second. I just remembered something I'd forgotten. Something very important, Connie." A wicked grin crossed her face. "Something you'll really want to hear."

_Author's Note: Here is a little treat for all my regular readers -- a brand new one-off short story! A woman receives an unusual request from an old friend for her husband to take part in an unusual art project. All characters are over 18, and any resemblance to any persons living or dead is coincidental and entirely unintentional._ _Enjoy!_ **An Artistic Endeavour** I looked upon my husband, Sean, as he sat naked on the simple wooden chair. He had a look of nervous apprehension on his face that was tempered by a glint of excitement in his eyes. My friend, Charity, or Chaz to those of us that form her circle of friends, stood towering above him with a small plastic pot in her hand. "Right then, you ready?" she asked him. "Because once I start I'm not going to stop until you give me what I need." "I'm ready," Sean replied, his voice sounding strained slightly by the lump in his throat, and he sat up straight. She stepped forward, bent down slightly, and then reached down between his legs. She took his penis in her right hand and started to stroke it. Sean moaned appreciatively as he felt my friend's hand caressing his most intimate area. I guess I ought to explain what's going on here, about how we came to be here with me looking on while my friend touches my husband in places that normally only I ought to have access to. Well, it all started one week earlier... * * * * * * My name is Jill Markham, I'm an art teacher from a small seaside town on the south coast of England where I live with my husband Sean. He works for an insurance company in Brighton, but has a sideline as a landscape photographer. We both met whilst at teacher training college way back in the early 1990's and have been together ever since, although by his own admission he never really was cut out for teaching and his career took a different path to mine. We have no children, but then we've never really wanted any, much to the disappointment of my Jewish parents. We've always been as open and honest with each other about our various fantasies and fetishes in the bedroom - neither of us are into anything particularly kinky, but we both believe that communication is vital in a successful relationship, and if either one of us wishes to dress up in some kind of costume, or indulge in a little light bondage or other gentle kind of sex play, we always indulge each other. Within reason of course. I guess you could say our relationship is the envy of many of our friends, pretty much all of whom have had children and seen a decline in their sex lives. Anyway, it was a phone call one afternoon between lessons that kicked this whole thing off. I was just on my way to the staff room for a quick cup of coffee when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I looked on the screen and noticed it was my old friend Chaz Davies. "Hi, Chaz, haven't heard from you in a while! How are you?" I said as soon as I pressed the accept button. "I'm good, Jill, thanks for asking," Chaz replied. "Very good, in fact. Actually, I tell a lie, I'm not very good - I'm feeling wonderfully, fantastically good!" "Oh yeah, and why might that be?" I asked, wondering what had got my friend so jazzed. "You know the Tillerson Gallery?" she asked me. "Yeah, I know it," I replied casually. Of course I knew the Tillerson Gallery - everyone who's anyone in the art world knows the Tillerson. It is, after all, the premier art gallery that specialises in contemporary modern art in London's Covent Garden. "I just received a letter this morning - they want to put on a retrospective exhibition of my work! How cool is that?" Chaz squealed joyfully down the line. "Wow, Chaz, that's wonderful!" I said, genuinely overjoyed for her. She'd worked very hard to become the success she is today. Back when we were students at art college she was always the ambitious one, the one who was determined to make it as 'the next big thing' in the world of contemporary art. It had taken her the best part of ten years, but after much toil, and several setbacks along the way, she won a prestigious award for one of her paintings and hasn't looked back since. That was twenty years ago now, and in that time she has seen her work exhibited across the globe, and finally has the recognition that she deserves for her work, even though it is rather explicit at times. "I know! Isn't it exciting?" Chaz enthused. "Very!" I confirmed. "You totally deserve it, Chaz, after all your hard work over the years! So, am I invited to the opening night then?" "Of course you will, darling!" my friend answered flamboyantly, in a tone of voice that implied that me asking such a question of her was a ridiculous thing to do. "In fact, I'm hoping not just to invite you as a friend, but also as a contributor." "A contributor? How?" I asked, somewhat puzzled. "Well, not _you_ personally as a contributor," Chaz clarified. "But rather that husband of yours. If he's, ahem, up for it, that is." "I'm afraid I'm not with you," I said, still not sure what it is she meant. "Do you remember the painting that won me the Palmer Prize all those years ago?" she asked me. I cast my mind back two decades, recalling the newspaper article I'd read about that year's recipient of the Palmer Prize for Contemporary Modern Painting. It was the painting that put my friend Chaz into the limelight of the modern art world and was the springboard to her current success. The painting was called 'Girl Meets Boy', a rather innocuous title, but the painting itself was anything but. It was a nude, you see, and a somewhat explicit one at that. It was a self portrait, that showed Chaz, who was always known as something of an exhibitionist on campus, completely naked and sitting with her legs wide apart with, let's just say, _everything_ on show. The painting's rather odd title doesn't become obvious until one studies the label on the wall that describes it. After all, the 'Girl' in the title is obvious - it's Chaz of course - but the 'Boy' in the painting is rather more subtle and esoteric. I remember the very first time I saw it, in a small gallery in Brighton, and being shocked when I read that label. It was the very last part that was the shocking bit, when it mentions the medium used to create it. It read: 'oil, and human semen, on canvas'. So the 'Boy' part of 'Girl Meets Boy' isn't in the image of the painting, he's in the paint itself! Of course, that evening when I first saw the painting I had to ask her about it. At the time she was working on it she was going out with a man named Ewan, they've split up years ago now, but at the time it looked as though they might actually tie the knot. In the end, he ended up being thrown out after she found him in bed with a young woman she'd hired as a nude model. Anyway, I digress - Chaz explained to me that she would get Ewan to masturbate into a little plastic cup, and she'd then mixed his semen into her oil paint. "You don't mean? Surely you don't want Sean to..." I said, but struggled to finish my sentence. "The gallery have asked me to produce a new version of 'Girl Meets Boy' to sort of 'bookend' the exhibition, going from the painting that really kicked off my career right up to the present day," Chaz explained. "So of course that means I'm going to have to get hold of some semen from somewhere. I'm not in a relationship and I can't just ask a total stranger to give me some of his cum." "So you want me to ask Sean if he wants to give you some of his," I said, preempting her inevitable request. "Please? At least tell me you'll ask him," Chaz pleaded down the line. "Look, I know it'd be a really personal thing, for you as well as him, but I don't know where else to turn - I've only got a couple of months to prepare for the exhibition and I'm all out of alternatives. Please? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?" Why was she asking me? I know for a fact that Sean isn't the only man she could ask to do such a thing for her. And besides, they've only met each other a couple of times at parties. I remember her telling me once about this man she'd befriended who was a writer of some kind, and wondered why she couldn't have asked him to do it instead. I recalled the time she'd told me about him. _"I have a 'fuck buddy'"_ she'd told me cheekily during one of our long phone conversations a few years earlier. _"It's a sort of mutually beneficial arrangement - if I need sex he'll come running to me at my beck and call, and if he needs sex, he'll still come running to me!"_ Surely he'd be willing to take part in this new work of hers? I thought, so of course I asked her about him. "What about that so-called 'fuck buddy' of yours? Why can't he do it?" "What? Andre?" Chaz responded. "In an ideal world I would have, but he's on a book signing tour in Canada and the states for the next six weeks. Bless him, I know he'd do anything for me, but his publisher has other ideas." "Not exactly 'at your beck and call' then, is he?" I responded. "What can I say? Life gets in the way of sex sometimes," Chaz pouted. "Come on, Jill, please? I'm practically begging you here!" "Couldn't you just, I don't know, hire a guy to do it for you?" I suggested. "What? As in a male prostitute or some guy off Craigslist or something? No way, I'd much rather have someone I know and trust do it." "But surely there are other men you can ask, why my husband? You've only met him a couple of times! And one of those was at our wedding!" "Yes, but I trust _you_, Jill - we've been friends for years. Doesn't that count for anything?" I sighed, and realised I was fighting a losing battle with her. Did I mention she can be very persuasive sometimes? "All right, I'll ask him," I capitulated. "But I can't promise anything. If he says no, that's it, I won't pressure him into doing something he doesn't want to do, even if it is for one of my dearest friends." "Ohh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Chaz squealed. "I promise you, I'll be forever grateful!" Well, that's not a request you get every day, I thought to myself as soon as I disconnected the call. Being asked if I could ask my husband if he didn't mind donating some of his semen in the name of contemporary modern art. It would undoubtedly lead to an interesting conversation that evening. I was contemplating how to broach the subject of my friend's request later that evening as I was peeling some potatoes. My commute to and from work was always much shorter than Sean's since he works ten miles along the coast in Brighton, so it was always my job to prepare our evening meal. I heard the front door open and then close as he came in from another day at his office. I didn't acknowledge his arrival at first as I was still deep in thought, but his presence wasn't about to be ignored for long. "Long day?" I asked him as I heard him enter the kitchen. I didn't turn around, maintaining my focus on peeling the spuds for the hearty shepherd's pie I was in the process of making. "Very," I heard him reply. He came up behind me, placed his hands on my breasts and started plastering me with kisses all over the back of my neck. "But you know it's always worth it when I've got you to come home to," he added between kisses. And then I felt him reach up inside my skirt. Within a matter of seconds he'd pulled my panties down, and his hand was all over my suddenly exposed private parts, and it was obvious what he wanted. One of the things I love about our relationship is our spontaneity. We both have this rule you see - at any time if either one of us wants sex all we have to do is, well, do exactly what Sean did just then. Believe me, I'm the one that makes that first spontaneous move just as much as Sean does - many's the time I've yanked his pants down and demanded he satisfies my sudden urges when he least expects it! We both have a strict ground rule however - if either of us don't want sex at that moment, all we have to do is say so, and the other has to respect that. It's worked for us throughout our marriage, and is perhaps one of the reasons why our sex life is still so good. I turned around to face him, and to confirm my consent to him I undid his belt, took down his trousers and pants and grasped his already firmly erect penis. "And you know how much I enjoy having you come home _into_ me," I replied to him wantonly. He smiled back at me warmly, safe in the knowledge that I was happy to respond to his advances. Mere moments later I was up on the kitchen worktop, my arms and legs wrapped around him as he pummeled his love into me. Well, this will at least make bringing up the subject of Chaz's request a little easier, I thought to myself as I allowed my husband to have his way with me. After a couple of minutes of frantic rutting I felt him suddenly stiffen inside me, followed moments later by the familiar flood of warmth that came from deep within him. As soon as he came down from his brief but obviously much needed orgasm, I opened my legs and he slipped out of me. "Thanks, babe, I needed that!" he said as I felt a little of his emission leak out of me as we parted. We kissed for a few moments, reaffirming our bond with each other, before he reached down and pulled my panties back up for me. Only a couple of minutes later it was as though nothing had happened, and I returned to peeling the potatoes. "I got a call from Chaz today," I said casually as Sean helped himself to a glass of orange juice from the fridge. "Chaz? As in, your old pal Chaz Davies, the _enfent terrible_ of the London contemporary art scene?" he answered as he sat at the kitchen table. "That's the one," I confirmed. "What did she want?" Sean asked as he sipped from his glass. "Well, she wanted _you_, as a matter of fact," I replied as nonchalantly as I could. "Me? Why would she want me?" he answered. "What can I possibly do for her?" "Well, it's a bit, er, well, more a case of _giving_ her something of yours," I said as I turned my attention from peeling the spuds to slicing them. "Giving her something of mine? Like what?" Sean replied, clearly still puzzled. "Something that, how can I put it? Something that _you_ can give her, but that _I_ can't," I responded. "Eh? What's that supposed to mean?" Sean answered. "What on earth can I give her that you can't?" "Isn't it obvious?" I asked him as I turned to face him. "No, it isn't," he said, with a look of bemusement on his face. "You'll have to help me out here!" "She wants some of your cum, you numptie!" I answered. He nearly spat out his O.J. in surprise. "She wants some of my what?" he gasped in complete and utter shock. "Your cum," I responded with a giggle. "You know, your semen - that stuff that comes out of your cock? The stuff you pumped me full of not five minutes ago!" "I know what it is, darling," Sean replied a little crossly. "I'm just struggling to think of why on Earth she wants it? Oh my God, she doesn't want me to get her pregnant or something does she? There's no way I'm acting as a surrogate father for anyone, not a chance in hell!" "Relax, she doesn't want a baby!" I said to stop his imagination from running away with him. "Well then what the hell does she want my cum for?" Sean asked, still in complete and utter shock at receiving such a request. So, I explained Chaz's newest art project to him. "So, that Ewan guy she was with at the time did that for her?" Sean asked me once I had finished my anecdote of Chaz's unusual request. "And she mixed his semen into her oil paints?" "Yup!" I confirmed. "That's more or less it." "And now she wants _me_ to give her some of _my_ semen so that she can make a new version of the painting?" "In a word, yes." "I don't know, sweetheart, this is a bit too much to ask - I don't know if I'm comfortable with it." "If you don't want to do it, just say so. But I promised Chaz I'd at least ask you." Sean appeared pensive for a moment, clearly processing everything, including the possible implications for our relationship. "What do _you_ think about it?" he asked me after a short while. That was a very good question - what _did_ I think about it? I mused upon it for a moment before I gave him my answer. "I guess I'm okay with it - but only if you are. I mean, it's your body, not mine, and it's not up to me what you do or don't do with it. As long as it a) doesn't involve you having sex with someone else, or b) involve your sperm being used to get another woman pregnant, then I'll give it my blessing." I guess my rather nonchalant response took him by surprise a little. But then, a moment later a lopsided grin appeared on his handsome face. "Okay," he said casually as he shrugged his shoulders. "If your friend wants some of my semen, tell her she's welcome to have some." "Really? You'd do that for her?" I asked him. "Yeah, why the hell not?" my husband grinned. "I guess it'd kind of be quite cool, literally being part of a work of art. I mean, as long as it doesn't say'semen provided by Mr. Sean Markham of East Sussex', then I'll be happy to oblige! On one condition, however." "And what would that be?" I enquired. "Like I said, I'd be happy to let her have some of it," Sean answered. "But if she wants it that much she'll have to get it for herself!" "What? Like, how?" I replied. Now it was clearly my turn to be the one in the dark. "How do you think?" Sean responded with a wink. "Look, we both agreed to be open and honest with each other, right? So I'm being open and honest with you right now. For years I've had this fantasy, you see." "What fantasy?" I asked him to explain. "Well, to put it bluntly, I've often fantasised about being sat naked on a chair while a strange woman'milks' my cum from me," Sean answered. "The only reason I never mentioned it before is, well, because it involves another woman, you see. And I was quite content to not mention it because of that - it _is_ just a fantasy after all. I'm pretty sure you have fantasies of your own that don't involve me." He was right about that - I did have a bit of a crush on a rather handsome Hollywood actor, and I often fantasised about being alone with him in a hotel room, with some handcuffs, and a bunny rabbit costume. But once again, I digress. "Well, I..." I was about to confess, but swallowed it before it managed to escape. "Look at it this way," Sean continued. "If you agree to it, and she agrees to it, then one of my greatest fantasies can come true. But if it scares her off and forces her to have to look elsewhere for some random bloke to give her some of his jizz, then that's all good too. I won't be in the least bit upset if neither of you wish to indulge me." "Well, all I can do is ask her, I suppose," I replied. "Though I doubt she'd be up for that sort of thing." Of course, I was very wrong about that. The following morning, during the ten-minute break between my first and second lessons of the day, I called Chaz and put Sean's offer to her. I was expecting her to be shocked, horrified even, but she just casually responded by saying... "Okay - sounds like fun!" "What? You mean you're okay with basically stripping my husband naked, sitting him on a chair and then masturbating him while I sit and watch you do it?" "Well, I'm okay with it if you are," Chaz answered. "He's your husband, after all. I mean, as long as it's strictly between the three of us, and it's with your blessing, then that's cool." "Well, you understand the only reason I'm allowing this is because I love him so much, right?" "I don't doubt that for a second, Jill." "Good. Just so long as that's clear." "So, are we on then?" "Yes, I guess we are," I replied. So arrangements were made for Sean and I to drive up to her studio in south London on the Saturday. It was to prove to be quite an enjoyable weekend - for both of us. * * * * * * "Are you nervous?" I asked Sean as I drove us north along the A23 towards London. "A little, believe it or not," he replied. "Excited too, though. I mean, it's not every day your wife agrees to let another woman help you live out one of your all time greatest sexual fantasies." "All I can say is you'll be getting me one hell of a Christmas present this year!" I said as I briefly looked across at him. "Oh, of course!" he grinned back at me. "That goes without saying." Our conversation throughout the rest of our journey was rather sparse - I guess we were both just lost to our own thoughts. The only real interruption came from the car's sat-nav. _"In five hundred yards, continue straight onto the M23,"_ the electronic voice said as we approached the point where the A23 dual carriageway becomes the M23 motorway just south of Crawley. "I'm curious," I said as the road passed by the services at Pease Pottage and under two bridges. "Was I in any of your fantasies when we were at teacher training college?" "Do you really want to know?" Sean replied to me. "Yes, I do." "Well, I knew you were the girl of my dreams the moment I first set eyes on you," my husband answered. "So yes, I _did_ fantasise about you - a lot." "Did you, y'know, imagine what I looked like naked?" "I wasn't the only one that did! Remember my mate Griff? He once told me how he wanted to be a fly on the wall in the gym changing rooms. Not to see _all_ of the women naked - just you!" "Yeah, well he never got the chance, did he?" "Nope! And once he found out that I was going out with you the look on his face was a picture of disappointment that you'd been snatched away from him! Of course, he pestered me with questions like 'what are her tits like?' Or 'does her bum look as lovely as her face?' Of course, I never answered him, much to his annoyance. To be honest, I don't think he really knew anything about you." "What do you mean?" "Well, for starters he had no idea that you're Jewish," Sean replied. "And that your hobbies include horse riding and collecting pin badges - and it wouldn't have occurred to him to find out." "Unlike you did," I said as I flicked on the indicators in order to overtake a particularly slow moving motor home. "He just wanted to get into your knickers more than anything else," Sean chuckled. "And to chalk you up on his list of conquests. Not that he had any to begin with at the time!" "What happened to him, do you know?" "Got a job overseas - America, to be precise. Then married some gullible woman. Last I heard they'd divorced, he lost his job, she got the kids and the house and he now lives in a mobile home park on the outskirts of Bristol making a living as a car park attendant. Sad, really - he was a nice guy, he just thought of himself as a bit of a Casanova, which he most definitely wasn't." * * * * * * _"In one hundred yards, you have reached your destination."_ "Well, this is the place," I said just over an hour later as we drove along a street lined with what appeared to be old warehouses and small industrial buildings. It all looked a bit tatty, with the occasional scraps of litter being blown by the wind across the street ahead of us. It certainly didn't look like the sort of place you'd want to leave your car unattended in for any real length of time. Fortunately, Chaz had informed me that her studio had a small private courtyard where we could park out of sight. Just look for the blue gates, had been the instruction given to me by my friend. _"You have reached your destination,"_ the sat-nav's voice informed me just as the gates came into view on our left. A small and very discreet plate on the brick pier beside the gate informed us that this was the private studio of Chaz Davies. Well, this was definitely the right place. I got out of the car and pressed the call button just below the little sign. "Hello?" came Chaz's crackly reply. "Hi, Chaz, it's me - Jill," I replied. "Jilly-bean! Hi! Thank you so much for coming, I'll just buzz you in," Chaz said. A second or so later there was a buzzing sound and the gates began to open. I got back into the car and drove us in. Ahead of us was a two-storey building that had obviously been a warehouse, if the loading dock at the front was anything to go by, but was now converted into Chaz's home and studio. Where once there had been metal roller doors there were now large plate glass windows. It all looked very 'industrial chic' as it mixed industrial utilitarianism with domestic comfort. Chaz herself appeared on the old loading dock, which was now clearly used as an outdoor terrace of sorts. "Jilly-bean!" Chaz greeted me warmly as we got out of the car. Besides Sean, she was the only person I ever allowed to use my childhood nickname. "Chaz, so good to see you again - it's been too long!" I reciprocated, and we took each other into a brief sororal embrace." "And you must be Sean," she said as we disengaged. "Thank you so much for doing this." "My pleasure," he replied as he kissed her cheeks in a continental style greeting. "Hopefully it'll be your pleasure in more than one way!" Chaz said with a slight smirk. The smile Sean returned to her indicated that he got her little joke. "How was your drive up here? Not too much traffic, I hope?" Chaz asked me as she invited us inside. "We hit a bit of traffic on the M25, but then that's pretty much normal," I replied. Sean seemed rather quiet and somewhat reserved and just followed us inside without saying a word. I guessed the reality of what was about to happen over the course of that afternoon, and throughout the next day was beginning to hit him a bit. Out of concern for him I silently mouthed a quick 'are you okay?' to him, but I needn't have worried, as he smiled back at me as if to say 'I'm fine, darling.' The ground floor of the old warehouse had been converted into a large open plan living space, with a lounge area at the front and an expansive kitchen and dining area to the rear. The walls were all of the original bare brickwork, albeit brightened with paintings of varying sizes that ranged from the fairly modest to the downright enormous. All of which were Chaz's own work, naturally. Above, situated on a mezzanine that overlooked the open plan living space, was Chaz's bedroom. Just below it, back on the ground floor was a smaller guest suite that Sean and I would be spending the night in. It was all a far cry from the rather modest Victorian semi-detached house we lived in down on the coast at Westborough-on-sea, but I actually quite liked it. "Wow, this place is amazing!" I enthused as Chaz invited us to take a seat in the lounge area. "Thanks, it took me ages to get it Just how I like it," Chaz replied. "Can I get you some coffee before we go on up to the studio?" "Ooh, Yes please," I answered. "Er, yeah," Sean added quietly. Chaz stepped over towards the kitchen and made a start on the coffee. "Are you sure you're okay?" I whispered to my husband once Chaz was out of earshot. "I'm fine," he assured me in equally hushed tones. "It's just that, well, this is the realisation of a dream I've had for years. It's just a little bit, y'know..." "Overwhelming?" I hazarded a guess. "Kind of," Sean replied. "Daunting, I guess you could say, but exciting too." "You know, you can back out of this at any time if you want to," I told him quietly. "I won't think any less of you if you decide to bottle out of it. And neither will Chaz, for that matter. I mean, she'd be disappointed I guess, but she'd totally understand. Don't feel like you have to'man-up' to do this or anything, you can always..." "No, I'm totally going through with this," he interrupted firmly. "I promised your friend and I shall keep my word." I couldn't help but smile at that. "That's my boy!" I whispered back to him just as Chaz returned with a cafetière of freshly brewed coffee and three cups. The conversation that followed was all rather civil, as Chaz and I caught up with what had happened in our lives since the last time we saw each other three years earlier. We regaled each other with anecdotes of our days as impoverished art students in the late 1980's, right at the very zenith of Margaret Thatcher's time as prime minister and the 'greed is good' culture of late 80's consumerism. We hated yuppies with an all-consuming passion - a recurring theme of our artwork back in those heady carefree days. After graduating we both went our separate ways, me to go to teacher training college where I met Sean and eventually became an art teacher at a secondary school down on the south coast, and Chaz to go on to study at the Royal Academy and to become one of the most celebrated British artists of her generation. I never begrudged her the success she'd enjoyed - she deserved it all after the work she had put in, and she was always more talented than I ever was. The important thing as far as I was concerned was that I was happy, with a man I loved more than life itself, and who loved me in return with equal passion. And that, to me at least, was worth more than all the money and glamour and success in the world. If anything, I thought to myself, maybe it ought to be Chaz that should be envious of me. Still, I knew she was happy with her life - she was quite content living the life of a successful artist, and though she had made a conscious decision to live her life as a spinster, she was never in want of a man for the occasional fling with her 'friend with benefits'. Sean seemed content to simply sit back and listen to us women chatting as he sipped his coffee and contemplated the works of art that adorned the walls. I guess he had a lot on his mind at that moment - despite his bravado that he was okay with everything and that he was about to fulfill one of his all-time greatest fantasies, he was still feeling nervous about it all. I could certainly tell by the way he was shaking his right leg - he always does that when he's nervous. "Well, I guess we ought to make a start," Chaz announced as she drank the last of her coffee. "Yes, I guess there's no time like the present," Sean said, clearly still nervously apprehensive about what was going to happen to him. "Follow me up to the studio, I've already got everything set up there," Chaz added. She showed us to a flight of stairs that led up into the roof space where her studio was located. It was a large and airy space dominated by lofty steel roof trusses and illuminated from above by large skylights. Dotted around were numerous examples of Chaz's work - some finished, others clearly still work in progress. I was drawn to one particular example - a statue that was almost exactly like one of those statues of naked Ancient Greek athletes. I'm sure you know the kind of thing I mean. This particular one was of the classic discus thrower, except that rather than fine white marble it was made of some kind of dull grey cast concrete, and instead of a discus, the nude male figure appeared to be throwing a laptop. "You like it?" Chaz asked me. "Yeah, I love the juxtaposition of the ancient meeting the modern like that," I replied. "That and the fact that it's a gorgeously handsome naked man!" Chaz returned my brief fit of girlish giggling while Sean simply rolled his eyes. "I haven't actually decided on a title for it yet," Chaz said once we'd collected ourselves. "I'm torn between 'take that, Microsoft!', or 'here's what I think of your so-called tech support!' Needless to say, it was inspired by a rather stressful experience I had a while back trying to get my laptop serviced!" The human body, and the sexual organs in particular, was a recurring theme of Chaz's work, both on canvas and in sculpture. Another work in progress was a series of small sculptures of human heads that didn't make sense to begin with. They were all male - you could tell by the shape of them that they weren't female, but in lieu of a mouth, each one had a vagina instead. Stood nearby was another full statue, this time of a female dressed in classical flowing robes and holding some kind of wine jug. Once again it looked fairly innocuous until I inspected it a little closer to see that instead of fingers on her hands she appeared to have penises. I was about to ask Chaz what the meaning of these sculptures were but I kept quiet - it was probably pretty complicated. Chaz then led us towards the far corner of the studio where she had set up her easel and a large canvas. This was to be the canvas upon which her newest painting was to be worked on. Judging by the numerous sheets of paper with various charcoal scribblings on them pinned to the nearby wall, she had already begun her preliminary sketches. Just like the original artwork that was its inspiration, it depicted Chaz in the nude and in an equally suggestive pose as the first. The main difference this time, other than the fact that she was now clearly older and not as slim as she once was, was that she was posed on all fours, wantonly displaying her most intimate parts as if inviting someone to penetrate her from behind. Next to the easel stood a simple wooden chair, albeit one that she'd customised for today's activity. Sean eyed the chair a little nervously - Chaz had screwed what looked like customised dog collars to the legs and back of the chair to make a set of improvised restraints. Clearly she intended to use them to hold him in place, which I don't think Sean had factored in to his fantasy. I thought it more likely that it was actually part of one of _her_ fantasies. "I hope you don't mind, Sean, but I thought it might be a bit of fun to have you strapped onto the chair," Chaz said as soon as she noticed the apprehensive look on his face. "We don't have to use them if you don't want to though." "Er, no, that's okay," Sean replied. "Yeah, it umm, sounds like fun." Bless him, I knew he didn't mean that, and that he clearly found the thought of being strapped down more than a little disconcerting, but his masculine bravado clearly wouldn't let him voice his concern. He was my husband after all, and I could read him like a book. "Right then, how about we make a start?" Chaz announced as she clapped her hands together. "Care to get undressed, Sean?" "No," Sean answered, which clearly caught Chaz a little off guard. For a moment I too thought he was about to bottle out of it, but the sudden grin on his face soon said otherwise. "Like I said," he continued after a moment's suspense. "I'll gladly let you have my sperm, but if you want it you have to get it from me yourself. And that includes taking my clothes off. This is your artwork after all - so it's up to you to put in all the work, right?" Chaz looked at me as if seeking my permission to continue. I nodded in return slightly and she smiled back at me. "Okay," she shrugged, and then kneeled down on the floor to untie his shoes. Sean looked down at Chaz as she removed his shoes and socks. After a few moments she stood and unfastened his belt, unzipped his flies, unbuttoned the waistband and then took down his trousers. Just as he'd said, Sean did not help her in any way, and she had to lift his legs

up herself in order to get them fully off. Once she'd taken his trousers off, Chaz stood and took his sweater off, closely followed by the white shirt he wore underneath, until he stood before the two of us in only his underwear. I smiled as I saw which pair of pants Sean had chosen to wear that day - they were boxer briefs, which he normally favoured, and on the front was a popular cartoon tiger stood in a comically 'fierce' pose baring his claws and his teeth. Beside the tiger in a large font was the legend 'caution: wild animal!' That was Sean all over - on the outside he comes across as a dependable and rather unassuming man, but on the inside he's just a big kid really. "Nice undies!" Chaz giggled. "Er, thanks," Sean replied a little bashfully. I guess that now that he was down to just his underwear, he was beginning to feel more ill at ease. "They've gotta come off though!" Chaz chuckled as she placed her hands on the elasticated waistband in preparation of finishing off the process of undressing my husband. "As nice as they are, I can't get what I need from you if you're still in your pants!" In a matter of moments he would be totally naked, and I would no longer be the only woman to have seen him naked. Well, that I'm aware of, anyway - I suppose his mum saw him naked when he was little, but apart from that I don't know of anyone else. Like I said, we were each other's first and only loves. "And they're off!" Chaz exclaimed gleefully as she yanked Sean's underwear down in one swift movement. As Sean stepped out of his underwear, Chaz casually tossed his pants to the join the rest of his clothes draped over a nearby chair. She took a step back to admire the sight of my now totally naked husband. "Well I can see why he's the only man you've ever wanted, Jilly-bean!" Chaz grinned broadly. "He's gorgeous!" I had to smile at that, I guess I had to take it as a compliment of my good taste. Sean simply smiled, probably feeling a little embarrassed about Chaz's comment about his nakedness. It wasn't as though he had anything to be ashamed of - Sean was a regular down at the gym back home in Sussex, and though he was no athlete he was reasonably fit and maintained a decent figure. He wasn't massively muscular, but neither was he fat - he was just a well-proportioned man. And as for his, you know what, he had nothing to be ashamed of there either. He was the right size for me, at least, and that was all that mattered as far as I was concerned. But you know how men are, they constantly need assurance that they measure up 'down there'. Well, I can safely say that although his six and a half inches when fully hard puts him firmly in the middle of 'average', it's plenty enough for me to enjoy! "Now then, let's get you on this chair, shall we?" Chaz said, gesturing towards the chair she'd customised. Sean nodded and turned to sit on the chair. "Give us a hand here, Jilly-bean," Chaz said as she began applying one of the restraints around his left ankle. I got up and took hold of Sean's wrists and guided them into the restraints Chaz had screwed into the back legs of the chair. Once I'd done that, Chaz had already finished, and so we both took a step back to look at the sight of Sean helplessly strapped onto the chair, unable to escape his bonds however much he wanted to. It made me feel a sense of empowerment that came from some deep recess of my psyche. To be two women with a naked and physically restrained man at our mercy made both of us feel just a little bit of a thrill inside that caused our hearts to flutter. Well, it certainly made _my_ heart flutter at least, but I'm pretty sure Chaz felt the same thing. "Er, before we begin, I er, just need a quick word with Jill," Chaz said as she took me by the arm and led me towards the other end of the studio. "Is there a problem, Chaz?" I asked her, uncertain as to why she'd suddenly dragged me away from where my husband currently sat. "I thought you said that Sean isn't Jewish," she whispered to me. "He isn't," I replied. "He's C of E, why do you ask?" "Well, If he's C of E why is he circumcised then?" Chaz countered. "Ah, yes, perhaps I should explain," I responded. "You could say it's a symbol of his devotion, I guess. See, my parents always hoped I'd marry a nice Jewish boy, and of course when I brought Sean home to see them and they found out he wasn't, y'know, _kosher_ they weren't best pleased. I can't help who I fall in love with, I'd argued at the time. "Well, to cut a long story short, they came to like him and accept him, but there was always that niggling little detail that Daddy especially was troubled by - Sean's foreskin. One afternoon, when we were having tea with my parents, Sean went down on one knee and popped the question to me, right out of the blue. I accepted his proposal on the spot, but what happened then took me totally by surprise. He turned to Daddy and said _"Mr. Cohen, your daughter means more to me than anything in the world, and to prove to you how much I love her I have decided to make a personal sacrifice. I have already spoken to my doctor about this, and I have made the decision to go ahead with it. In a week's time I am booked in to Brighton infirmary to be circumcised. I am doing this as a personal act of devotion to your daughter."_ Of course, Daddy was completely taken aback by it." "What happened then?" Chaz asked. "Well, Daddy smiled broadly and took Sean into a bear hug," I replied. "Mummy though, looked as though she thought it was some kind of weird dream she was having. After Daddy released Sean from his embrace he held out his hand and said, _"Sean, a man who would make a sacrifice like that in the name of love is a man who is truly worthy of marrying my daughter. I accept your proposal. And in return, I shall also respect any decision you make about circumcising any sons you and Jillian may have. If you decide not to have it done, I shall respect your choice - at least until they reach an age where they are old enough to decide for themselves."_ They shook hands and that was that - the deal was done. Of course, Mummy had to chip in that it might raise questions if she was to announce to her friends and relatives that she had a grandson and had to tell them that there might not be a bris or anything, but she was sure she'd be able to come up with a reasonable explanation." "But you've never had kids," Chaz observed. "So surely it's a bit academic really?" "We've never said never," I answered. "But we're just happy as we are. Of course, Mummy nags me whenever we go to visit them, _"when am I going to get any grandchildren?"_ She sounds like a broken record sometimes, goes with having a Jewish mother I guess!" "Does Sean, y'know, go to synagogue with you then?" Chaz enquired. "Yes he does, bless him, and you should see him with his yarmulke on - he looks so handsome!" I replied with a wistful smile. "He doesn't join in with the services or anything, and of course he can't read or speak a word of Hebrew, but he sits quietly and respectfully beside me and my parents, and that's enough for them I guess. Of course, he also takes me to church with his folks a few times a year - mainly for Christmas and Easter usually, so it's not all one way traffic when it comes to our different backgrounds." "Aww, how sweet," Chaz observed. "Anyway, why is it a problem that he's circumcised?" I asked her. "Well, it's not a problem," Chaz replied. "It makes no difference to me whether he has a foreskin or not, but there is the issue of, er, chafing. I haven't got any lube, and I don't want to hurt him or anything by doing it without any." "Good job I came prepared then!" I smirked as I reached into my bag and extracted a bottle of lube. Chaz looked back at me and grinned as soon as I handed her the bottle. "I guess I should've known you'd think of everything," she said with a slight chuckle. We went back over to rejoin Sean who wore an adorable expression of puzzlement on his face. Chaz invited me to sit on an old leather armchair a few feet away. "What was all that about?" he asked as I took my seat and placed my bag on the floor beside me. "Oh, nothing really," I replied casually as Chaz picked up a small plastic pot from a table beside her easel. "Chaz was just a bit curious as to why you're circumcised despite not being Jewish like your beautiful sexy wife, that's all." Sean's cheeks blushed red furiously in response. "Oh," he replied after a moment. "I see. She told you about my 'personal sacrifice' then?" "Oh, Sean, I think it's so romantic, that you would put yourself through that in the name of showing your love for her!" Chaz grinned broadly. "Of course, you realise I only suggested it to curry favour with her old man," Sean replied. "I never expected him to basically say, _"Yeah, great idea! Go get your foreskin snipped off and I'll happily let you marry my daughter!"_ I never expected to actually have to go through with it!" "He hadn't actually booked himself in for his circumcision, he just _said_ he had in the hope that Daddy would reply to him that he appreciated Sean's suggestion, but that really there wasn't any need for it and that the thought of him sacrificing his foreskin in the name of love was enough of a show of devotion," I went on. "Boy, did he ever call my bluff!" Sean added. "So I had to go and have the snip." But he said it with a chuckle, rather than with any hint of spite in his voice. Truth be told, he was really rather cavalier about the whole thing. Up until after his circumcision itself, that is. The operation was performed under a general anaesthetic, so he didn't feel anything during it, but he was in quite a bit of pain and discomfort afterwards. But he'd been true to his word and gone through with it - he could have just told Daddy that he'd gone through with getting circumcised and he'd be none the wiser. Well, not unless he ever saw Sean with his pants down, and that was never likely to happen anyway. Those first couple of weeks following his circumcision were hard for him, as they were for me too in a way, but the whole thing had brought us both even closer together. He certainly enjoyed having me nursing him, that was for sure! I looked down at him as he sat naked and strapped down on that simple wooden chair. He had a look of nervous apprehension on his face that was tempered by a glint of excitement in his eyes. Chaz stood towering above him, the small plastic pot in one hand and a large squirt of lube in the other. "Right then, you ready?" she asked him. "Because once I start I'm not going to stop until you give me what I need." "I'm ready," Sean replied, his voice sounding strained slightly by the lump in his throat, and he sat up straight. She stepped forward, bent down slightly, and then reached down between his legs. She took his penis in her right hand and started to stroke it. Sean moaned appreciatively as he felt my friend's hand caressing his most intimate area. "Oh-h-h-hah-h-h!" Sean gasped stutteringly as he was fondled. "Mmmm, ahhh, oh that's good!" Chaz grinned as she heard his mumbled appreciation, and it quickly became apparent that her hand was having the desired effect upon his manhood. I don't think anyone apart from me has ever seen him with an erection before. Right from the day we first met at art college we knew we were right for each other, and we'd never been intimate with anyone else before we met. I know it sounds schmaltzy and saccharin sweet that were love at first sight and that we were each other's first loves, but that's just how life goes sometimes. "Mmm, you have a wonderful cock, Sean," Chaz cooed at him a little lustfully. "So warm and stiff and so, mmm, so lovely to feel in my hand." "Hah-h-h th-thank you," Sean gasped in reply. It was an odd sensation for me, sitting there whilst allowing another woman to masturbate my naked husband whilst he was strapped to a chair. It was a mixture of emotions that mingled throughout my entire body. For starters there was a generous helping of arousal - no matter what the circumstances might be, seeing Sean naked always did that to me - and also a little pride and admiration of what Sean had volunteered for in the name of art and as a favour to a friend of mine that he barely knew. The recipe for the cocktail of emotions I was feeling was completed by a small pinch of jealousy - it wasn't the negative kind though, it was more a case of me wishing that I was the one strapped to that chair at Chaz's mercy rather than Sean. What did _that_ say about me? I decided there and then to file that thought as far back in my mind as I could and leave it there. "Yeah, you're going to be a good boy and give me a good load of cum, aren't you?" Chaz said as she continued to stroke Sean's cock with increasing fervour. I could see by the way he was squirming in his seat and the way he was clenching his fists and moving his feet, that Sean was already well on the way to giving Chaz what she wanted from him. I was silently cheering him on, willing him to deliver a healthy ejaculation into the pot that Chaz was holding in her left hand, poised and ready to receive it. I could see from her technique that Chaz was well used to performing this particular act on men. That didn't mean I looked at her as some kind of slut or anything, or a _floozy_ to use a term often used by my mother, just that she clearly knew what she was doing. It led me to asking a question I simply had to know the answer to. "Er, Chaz, If you don't mind my asking, is this the same way you got all the semen for your first painting?" I enquired. "Well, not _all_ of it," she answered as she continued to masturbate my husband. "I did sometimes give Ewan a 'helping hand', minus any form of restraints however, but mostly he would just do it himself." Chaz's face lightened as she recalled the creation of the original artwork. "I would call Ewan into my studio and tell him I needed some more," she reminisced wistfully as she stroked Sean's erection. "I would say, _"get those pants off, sweetie, Mummy needs some more of her special boy's man-juice for her painting,"_ and he would just do as he was told. I found it all quite empowering really, having a man at my beck and call like that. Still, there was probably as much in it for him as there was for me - he never once complained!" "I bet he didn't!" I chuckled. "Mmff, hah-h-h, g-getting close!" Sean stuttered, the pace of his breathing becoming ever more irregular the more and more aroused he became. "So, why the restraints then?" I asked Chaz in order to sate my curiosity. "Well, it's just a bit of fun, isn't it?" she answered matter of factly. "I mean, what woman wouldn't want to have a naked man totally at her mercy, huh? Don't tell me you've never fantasised about it before!" "Well, I, er," I responded. "You have, haven't you!" Chaz grinned. "Well, maybe once or twice," I admitted bashfully. "Oh, and the rest!" Chaz smirked. "G-gonna c-cum any hah-h-h s-second!" Sean gasped. "Go for it, baby, give me what you've got whenever you're ready, hon!" Chaz replied. She pulled Sean's penis downward and brought the cup up towards him, poised and ready to catch his imminent ejaculation. For a moment I thought that it must've been painful for him, having his firmly erect penis bent down like that, but he wasn't showing any sign of serious discomfort so I just let them get on with it. "Alright then, fine, you win," I finally conceded. "I _have_ fantasised about it," "Urrgh-h-h-h, hah-h-h, mmmfff! Oh holy f-fuck yes!" Sean gasped and shuddered as his orgasm briefly consumed him. "Good boy!" Chaz cooed as she collected his ensuing emission in the plastic cup. "That's a nice healthy load of cum, well done!" "Th-thank you," Sean replied as she milked as much from him as she could. All I could do was sit there and observe the scene. Chaz was right - I couldn't deny it to myself any more, I _had_ fantasised about having Sean strapped to a chair while I masturbated him, way more often than I had just admitted to. At that moment I knew one thing for certain - that chair was definitely coming home with us! As the last of Sean's semen dribbled into the cup, Chaz inspected it briefly and smiled. "Oh yes," she grinned as she observed the slightly viscous greyish white fluid. "This'll do very nicely!" She picked up a plastic syringe and sucked Sean's freshly delivered ejaculate into it. "Gonna need a whole lot more though," she said in a playful tone of voice. "How long before you can give me some more, Sean?" "I dunno, about half an hour I guess," he responded a little breathlessly as he came down from his brief but obviously climactic orgasm. "That's cool," Chaz shrugged. "Ample time for another cup of coffee! You coming, Jilly-bean?" "Yeah, sure," I replied. Chaz set the syringe full of Sean's semen and the cup she'd collected it in down on the table beside the easel and stood up. Rather than releasing Sean from his bonds however, she simply started to head towards the stairs that led down from the studio. "Er, what about Sean?" I asked her. "Yeah, what about me??" Sean exclaimed as he struggled to try and free himself. "Don't worry, we'll be back," Chaz assured him as she descended down towards the open plan living area below. "Come back!" Sean pleaded. But Chaz's giggling heralded that she wouldn't - not for a while at least. "You are evil!" I chuckled as I followed her downstairs. "Nah! He'll be alright," Chaz replied with a chuckle of her own. We both heard a muffled "come back, please!!" From upstairs as Sean pleaded with us. "The more you cry out, the longer we'll take!" I found myself shouting back. "Don't be such a baby!" Blimey, where did _that_ come from? I wondered. Chaz grinned at me as if to say "atta girl!" That seemed to silence him. For a brief moment, a _very_ brief moment, I considered going back up to release him, but the little devil on my shoulder stopped me. "That told him!" Chaz smirked. "Are you sure he'll be alright up there?" I asked my friend as I followed her into the kitchen. "He's strapped to a chair by his wrists and ankles, dear, he can't go anywhere," Chaz replied with a smirk. "He'll still be there when we go back upstairs. Sure, he might be a little pissed off with us, but I have a sneaking suspicion he might forgive us." To make her point she moved her hand in a 'giving him a handjob' motion, and winked in a suggestive manner. * * * * * * True to our word, we returned just over half an hour later. Sean looked pretty cross with us that we'd just left him there strapped to the chair, but he could soon see that it was just us girls playing a game with him. He looked to be okay with playing along with us once he could see that there was no malice in leaving him strapped to his chair. He later told me when we returned home that although he was angry with us to begin with, he'd conceded that the whole experience didn't have to be just about his enjoyment and no one else's, and if it gave us girls a bit of a thrill to leave him tied up and at our mercy, then he was fine with it really. No sooner had we returned to him however, Sean informed us that he desperately needed to pee. "That coffee earlier has gone right through me!" he said, and it was clear from the look of discomfort on his face that he wasn't bluffing. Well, as fun as it was seeing him strapped naked to the chair, we couldn't deny him his relief, so we unstrapped him - for the time being. Chaz pointed to a door at the far corner of the studio, and informed him that it was a room where her models could disrobe. "There's a toilet in there too," she said, pointing towards the door. "But as soon as you're done you're being put back on the chair, understood?" "Yes, Ma'am!" he replied, adding a small salute presumably for comic effect. Sean dashed across the studio, giving the two of us women a long and unhindered view of his bare behind. "That husband of yours has a gorgeous bum, if you don't mind my saying so!" Chaz giggled. "Very spankable!" "I hear you there, girlfriend!" I replied. He was gone for a couple of minutes before he returned, and as he walked back towards us we couldn't help but focus our eyes on his penis, almost entrancing us by its swaying motion as he walked. That was something that never failed to get me started - the way his penis moves like that. Back in those heady and carefree days at art college, Chaz and I often sat around in the flat we shared with three other girls, drinking cheap wine and even cheaper beer until long into the night. Of course the subject of men, particularly naked men, would often come up - especially after one of our flatmates, Judith, brought in several copies of Playgirl magazine one evening. "Don't you find them ugly?" Monica, another of our flatmates who was studying law asked me as she idly flipped through a copy Judith had handed her. "Find what ugly?" I replied. "You know, their... thingies?" Monica, clarified. "Thingies?" Chaz guffawed. "You mean their cocks!" "Dicks!" Judith contributed. "Willies!" I added. "Penises!" Meredith, our resident medical student said, always preferring to refer to the male appendage with its scientific term. "No, I don't find them ugly," I said as I scrutinised the centrefold in the copy I had before me. "I think they're rather beautiful, in a way." All the models in Playgirl magazine in those days were circumcised, which as a Jewish girl didn't bother me in the slightest. In fact, until I met Sean I'd never even seen an intact penis before - I'll admit to being a little freaked out by his foreskin at first, but I soon got used to it. I still sometimes find myself lamenting the loss of his foreskin, but it was his choice to go through with it, so I really can't dwell on that feeling too much. Meredith on the other hand, always looked at the naked male models from a somewhat different perspective. To her, they'd been mutilated, and that as far as she was concerned, the male organ was just fine the way nature intended. "Beautiful?!" Monica scoffed. "Yes, beautiful," I reiterated. "I mean sure, the beauty of the male genitalia is rather more esoteric than mere visual appearance alone, but when you couple both form with function there is in inherent beauty to them." "Spoken like a true art student!" Judith chuckled. "Well, I don't care what a man's cock looks like, as long as he knows how to use it!" Chaz added, thrusting her hips extravagantly in a rutting motion which sent all of us into a sudden fit of hysterical alcohol induced laughter. As soon as Sean returned to us, after having relieved the aching in his bladder, he sat down on the chair once more and allowed Chaz and I to strap him down. He was _definitely_ enjoying that aspect of it far more than he was letting on! "Care to do the honours this time, Jilly-bean?" Chaz asked me. "He is your husband after all, so I guess his cock is sort of your property." "Well, this is supposed to be fulfilling Sean's fantasy," I said as I looked to my dear husband. "Being masturbated by another woman, I mean." "I don't mind," Sean assured me. "This has all been amazing so far. You go right ahead, babe, I'm sure Chaz will be getting another turn later!" "If Jill will let me," Chaz responded. "Of course I'll let you," I said to my friend. I took hold of Sean's penis, and coaxed it back to life. I looked up at him and he smiled at me in return. I rose to my feet and, whilst still caressing his maleness and fondling his balls, kissed him. He returned my initial kiss and before long our tongues were entwined, dancing a sensual _pas de deux_ together. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Chaz looking on as we shared a long and passionate kiss. Still, at the risk of it sounding like a pun, the job at hand beckoned, and I reluctantly broke our kiss to get on with collecting another load of Sean's semen for Chaz's painting. Unsurprisingly, the combined assault of my stroking him plus our long and passion-fuelled kiss had made him monumentally erect. I grasped hold of his firmly tumescent phallus, and briefly marvelled at its warmth, before squirting a generous amount of lube into the palm of my hand and getting down to making my husband come for a second time. * * * * * * Later that night, after having another three loads of semen milked from him, Sean collapsed naked onto the bed in Chaz's guest bedroom. He hadn't bothered putting anything on since the moment Chaz had undressed him earlier that afternoon. I wasn't about to complain about that, but I was curious to know why he'd decided to remain naked. He just shrugged in reply and said that there was no point now that 'the cat is out of the bag', and he actually felt perfectly comfortable with staying undressed. I must admit, I did find it slightly amusing as we sat and ate dinner together as the two of us fully clothed women dined in the company of a completely naked man as though it was the most normal thing in the world. "I hope you've got enough left in the tank for me tonight," I said as I slipped my panties off and joined him on the bed. "Oh, I don't know about that," he replied. "You and your friend have damned near milked me dry over the past few hours. And I'll be having to make a lot more tomorrow." "Surely there's at least one more round in the chamber before you're out of ammo?" I teased him. "Well, I guess we'll have to find out for ourselves, won't we?" Sean replied. He stroked his hand along my side and across my bare hip, causing me to shiver with delight. One of Sean's most endearing assets is his skill in the gentle art of foreplay, and he was about to give me a demonstration of his abilities to arouse. Not that I needed much arousing after the events of that afternoon. Still, I wasn't about to decline his skills in that particular field of endeavour. Sean bent down and took one of my nipples in his mouth, and nibbled on the sensitive tip with his teeth and circled the areola with his tongue. His hand, meanwhile, had found the sensitive mound between my legs, which I opened to permit him unhindered access to my inner sanctum. As I felt his fingers slip inside me I groaned and purred with delight. "Today was all about me, and indulging this fantasy of mine that I've had for years," Sean whispered softly into my ear. "And I can't even begin to thank you for it - you've allowed a dream of mine to come true today, and in return, I'd like to make one of yours come true." "How do you mean?" I asked him as his fingers continued to probe deep inside me. "Well, I could explain, but it means I'll have to stop what I'm doing to you," Sean replied "If you want me to stop, that is." "Mmm, what a hah-h, d-dilemma," I squealed as Sean casually flicked my clitoris with his thumb, sending an electric shock right through me. "Well, it's your choice, babe," he grinned back at me. "I have surprise for you - this can stop right now and I can give your surprise, or I can keep doing what I'm doing to its ultimate conclusion and you'll have to wait until we get home tomorrow evening for your surprise." All that time he'd effectively been under mine and Chaz's control throughout the afternoon and evening, and now he was controlling me with his choice of him giving me an orgasm or this so-called surprise of his. "It h-had better b-be, hah-h, worth it!" I gasped. Every time I tried to speak he twiddled my clitoris, making the simple act of forming words into a difficult task that took up almost all my concentration. Damn him! I thought to myself, how dare he force me into such a quandary! I was in a state of bliss as Sean's hands wandered all over me and worked their magic both without and within my body. My arousal intensified with every passing moment, and I could feel myself being inexorably drawn towards the tipping point between arousal and orgasm. I was about to call his bluff and surrender to the building release, thus saving me from having to make a choice, but damn him again, he knew what he was doing. He backed off, bringing my arousal back from the edge as if to say, _"hah! Not so fast, lady! I'm the one in control here!"_ "C'mon, Jilly-bean, I'm gonna need an answer here," he pressed me for a reply as he simultaneously pressed on my clitoris, thus compounding my quandary. "Choose, babe, 'cause it's one or the other. I can make you come right now and you'll have to wait another twenty four hours for your surprise, or I can give it to you now and you'll have to wait to until we get home tomorrow for me to make you come. Either way, it's your choice!" I squealed as he brought me back towards the point where I was teetering on the edge of my orgasm before backing off once again. Could I stand the suspense of whatever this surprise of his was for another twenty-four hours? Or would the anticipation of what already promised to be a wonderfully electrifying orgasm prove too much to resist. Damn him! How did I let myself fall into his trap like this? "The clock's ticking," Sean pressed on. "Gonna need an answer real soon! You know I can stop this anytime I want, and then you'll get nothing until tomorrow. What's it to be, hmm? Orgasm now, surprise tomorrow, or surprise now, orgasm tomorrow? C'mon, babe, make the choice!" "O-org-gasm!" I squealed in response. He had me so close that I was putty in his hands - in the end, the sensation of what he was doing to me was much too hard to resist. Whatever this surprise of his was, I would have to wait and find out. It had better be good, I thought to myself. "You got it, babe," Sean said, and then immediately upped his tempo. "Aiee-ah-h-h!" I gasped. I was that close to the edge that my orgasm announced itself almost immediately. I found myself tumbling down the rabbit hole into the abyss of orgasmic enrapture, completely losing control of myself as I submitted totally to my husband's probing hands and wandering tongue. I thrashed about on the bed as my orgasm went on and on, holding on to handfuls of the bed sheet as though clinging on for dear life. It was like being on the most amazing roller coaster ever designed, except that I remained rooted to the ground throughout the entire ride. I felt every inch of my naked skin tingle in wave after wave, felt every muscle and sinew flexing and quivering. I clenched my right hand into a white-knuckle fist that I then forced into my mouth in a desperate bid to stifle my screams of ecstasy. No sooner had I started to come down and my orgasm began to dissipate, Sean upped the ante, and immediately had me careening towards a second orgasm, and then a third in quick succession. It was then that I started begging him to stop. But damn him again, he had to give me one more! Finally, after what felt like hours Sean ceased, and I collapsed into his arms. I was struggling to catch my breath, but I wanted to find my voice to both scold him for putting me in such a dilemma, but at the same time thank him for such an amazing climax. "You bastard," was all I could manage. Sean simply laughed heartily - he clearly got the message I was trying to impart on him. "I think I'll take that as a compliment!" he chuckled. "But I ain't finished yet - have a feel of what seeing you writhe and squirm and gasp like that has done to me." He took my hand and guided it towards him. He was hard. Incredibly hard, in fact. Not to mention almost hot to the touch as well. Without saying another word he rolled me over onto my back and he entered me. Despite his earlier claim of being milked dry by Chaz and I, he still seemed to have plenty in reserve, if the warm splashing sensation deep within me that I felt shortly after was anything to judge by. Sean gasped and grunted and stiffened inside me as he pumped his love into me, succumbing to his own release. It was over in a fraction of what I'd enjoyed just a couple of minutes earlier, but I knew that Sean had taken joy in every precious second of his release, even if it was his fifth that day. Neither of us can remember what happened after that, we must've fallen asleep within a matter of moments. The next thing we knew it was morning, and we were lying on the bed naked, side-by-side as the morning sun streamed into the room through the gaps in the window blind. * * * * * * "Well, you two sounded like you had a good time last night!" Chaz sniggered as Sean and I, now freshly showered, shaved, hairstyled and generally much more presentable after the previous night's bedroom shenanigans, entered the open plan living area to find our hostess drinking coffee and eating a freshly buttered croissant. "Oh, er, yeah, sorry about that!" I replied sheepishly, feeling my cheeks flushing bright red. "We er, got a bit carried away!" "Ah, don't worry about it!" Chaz shrugged dismissively. "Me casa es su casa! To be honest, after what went on yesterday I'm not in the least bit shocked or surprised. And I don't mind you two making love under my roof one little bit." "Well, that's a relief, I guess," Sean said as he took a seat at the table. "For a while there Jill and I thought we might have outstayed our welcome." "I see you're, ahem, still naked, Sean," Chaz observed. "What's the point in getting dressed if I'm going to be naked again as soon as we go back upstairs?" Sean posited. "It's a fair point, I guess," Chaz shrugged as she took another mouthful of croissant. "I'm certainly not complaining about the view! Is he always like this at home, Jilly-bean?" "Well, er, not usually, no," I replied as I helped myself to a cup of coffee and a croissant. "I mean, yeah, he sometimes wanders around the house naked after taking a bath or shower, as do I from time to time, but I think this is definitely the longest he's been undressed in all the years I've known him." "I could get used to it," Sean shrugged as he poured some coffee for himself. "As long as you ladies don't mind." "Do you hear us objecting to it?" Chaz giggled. "Would you have any marmalade, by any chance?" Sean asked our hostess. "In the cupboard - third one on the left," Chaz replied. Sean got up and padded naked over towards the kitchen area, giving us another good view of his naked behind as he went, and another lingering look at his casually swaying penis as he returned. "I could definitely get used to it too!" I whispered to Chaz as Sean returned to his seat. "So, I guess the agenda for today is pretty much the same as yesterday," Sean said as he applied a little of the zesty orange preserve to his croissant. "You two fine ladies will be taking it in turn to make me spurt as much semen as I can possibly make, right?" "Pretty much," Chaz confirmed. "Although I'll be needing

more from you today than you gave me yesterday. But then, we do have more time today, so that shouldn't be a problem." "Just out of curiosity, Chaz, how much do you need from him exactly?" I asked my friend. "Oh, about fifty should do it, I guess," she answered simply. "Fifty?!" Sean and I gasped in unison. "I hope you don't have too much planned over the next few weekends," Chaz responded as she took a second croissant from the plate in the middle of the table. "You need me to give you _fifty_ loads of my semen?" Sean sought clarification, as though he had misheard our hostess. "That's about how much it took to create the original painting," Chaz answered. "Took Ewan almost a month to make that much, but bless him, he did it." "Well, Sean," I said as I picked up a croissant. "It's not as if it's hard work for you, is it?" To make my point I used the 'giving him a handjob' gesture once again. "No, but there's only so much jizz a guy can make!" Sean retaliated. "My bollocks will be all shriveled up by the time I've given her that many!" "Oh, don't be such a wuss!" I chided him playfully. "I'm sure you'll be able to handle it - big strong and sexy man that you are!" Sean just harrumphed and took another bite of croissant. "So, you'll need us to come back and do all this again next weekend then?" I sought clarification from my friend. "If you can, yes," Chaz replied. "If I can get ten syringes filled each weekend, that'll give me enough to work with through the following week. I'm keeping them fresh in an old fridge I've got up in the studio, and when I'm working I simply add a squirt into the oil paint and mix it in as I go." "Well, Sean?" I asked my husband. "You don't mind coming back next weekend, do you?" He sighed deeply, as though conceding defeat. "I did promise," he said, and then his face creased into a grin. "And I guess yesterday was kinda fun - if I get to experience it again for the next few weekends then I suppose it won't be too much of an inconvenience!" "Does this mean I have to wait even longer for my surprise then?" I asked him. "Oh yeah, and what surprise would that be?" Chaz enquired. "Sean told me last night that as a thank you to me for allowing all this, he has a surprise lined up for me," I replied. "He was going to give it to me last night, but damn him, he put me in the most difficult quandary. He made me choose between sex and giving me whatever this surprise is supposed to be." "Yes, and if the sounds I heard coming from your room are anything to go by, I'll assume you ended up opting for the former!" Chaz sniggered. "Yeah," I replied sheepishly, feeling myself blushing once again. "Anyway, he says I shall have to wait until we get home tonight before he'll let me know what it is." "It's totally worth it, Jilly-bean," Sean assured me. "You can take my word for it! And no, I won't make you wait until Chaz has taken as much from me as she needs. I promised you I'd give it to you tonight, and I'm a man of my word." As soon as breakfast was dealt with, Chaz and I once more escorted Sean up to the studio, where he was once again strapped to the chair, and once again we took it in turns to masturbate him. By the end of the day, he'd produced another seven syringes full of his semen, hitting the target that Chaz had set. Ten syringes now sat in her battered old fridge, each one containing a single ejaculation's worth of Sean's semen. By the end of the week Chaz will have got through the lot. It wasn't until we'd finally finished, and after he'd taken a much deserved soak in Chaz's enormous whirlpool bath, that Sean finally put some clothes on. In a way I felt a little bit sad that I could no longer admire his nudity, and I pondered with the idea of insisting that he always be nude at home from then on. Of course, such a notion wasn't really viable or practical, especially if unexpected visitors were to turn up. But maybe on a limited basis, I thought to myself. One thing was for certain, I would definitely be encouraging him to spend more time undressed at home! On the drive back to our home down on the south coast, I pestered Sean to finally let me know what this surprise of his was. As he drove us home he staunchly remained tight-lipped. "You can have it when we get home and not before," he insisted. To my surprise though, he was actually quite receptive of my idea that he be naked at home more often. "Hey, if you enjoy seeing me naked that much, then it'll be my pleasure," he responded. "Of course, on the condition that you do the same for me sometimes." "I'll think about it," I said. "That all depends on whether this surprise of yours is any good." Well, all I can say is that it was. "A promise is a promise," Sean said as soon as we closed the front door to our little Victorian semi. He took an envelope from his coat pocket and handed it to me. He wasn't bluffing the night before, he'd had it on him the whole time we were at Chaz's place! If I'd had more self-control I could have had it the previous evening as he'd said. I opened the envelope and my eyes alighted on the familiar logo of the nation's most well known airline. "Is this what I think it is?" I asked him in shock and disbelief. "Well, you know how you've always told me you felt you'd missed out on backpacking around Asia like your friend from your old student digs, what was her name? Margot?" "Monica," I corrected him. "Well, I just got us two tickets to Bangkok and we're gonna do just that!" Sean gleefully explained. "You and I are going to spend four weeks travelling around Thailand, the Philippines and Indonesia, just like you've always wanted!" "Oh, Sean, that's wonderful!" I exclaimed joyfully. "It must've cost a fortune!" "Well, you made one of my dreams come true, even if it was a bit of an odd one, and in return I've made one of yours come true," Sean replied. "And to hell with how much it's costing - believe me, Jilly-bean, you're totally worth it!" Well how else could I show him my love and gratitude? Mere moments later we were up in bed making wonderful and ecstatic love to each other. * * * * * * "Jilly-bean!" Chaz greeted me joyfully, a glass of champagne in her hand. "Thank you so much for coming!" "We wouldn't miss this for the world, would we?" I replied. "Definitely not," Sean added as he hugged and kissed her continental style. On the wall of the Tillerson Gallery hung the painting that had started this whole escapade - 'Girl Meets Boy'. Beside it, concealed by a large purple velvet curtain, hung its new companion piece, 'Woman Meets Man'. Sean and I had seen for ourselves how the work had progressed during our visits to her studio to have Sean produce his unique ingredient to the painting's composition, but we had not seen the finished article. Like everyone else, we would have to wait until the imminent public unveiling. "Ladies and gentleman," Dame Ellen Tillerson, the owner of the gallery and one of the leading lights of the British contemporary art scene, addressed the assembled throng of guests, which included art critics from all of the major publications, a smattering of trendy celebrities, socialites, fellow artists, and an ordinary married couple from a small seaside town on the south coast of England. "We are gathered here this evening to celebrate the career, so far, of one of the most celebrated artists of her generation. "Her thought provoking work blends a variety of different mediums and examines the way we perceive gender and sexuality with an effortless eloquence and a light-hearted yet provocative manner. And this unique style has won her many accolades both here in the UK and abroad. Tonight, to open this new retrospective of her career, she will be unveiling a new work - a new interpretation of the work that first brought her into the limelight. A work that depicted the artist herself in a provocative, dare one say, pornographic pose that utilised the conventional techniques of oil on canvas with the very unconventional ingredient of her then partner's own semen. "I refer of course, to the painting behind me now, 'Girl Meets Boy', the winner of the Palmer Prize for Contemporary Modern Painting For 1999. So, without further ado, I give you the incomparable Chaz Davies!" A round of applause, along with one or two cheers, broke out as Chaz, dressed very elegantly in a royal blue evening dress, accessorised with a matching set of diamond earrings and necklace stepped up to the podium. It was as stark a contrast from the old and paint spattered t-shirt and jeans I'd last seen her in back at her studio as I could possibly imagine. "Thank you, everyone, for coming this evening," Chaz began as she addressed the gallery. "It is an enormous honour for my work to be exhibited in this gallery that has seen the works of some of this nation's most celebrated artists, and to have my work be considered worthy of such an honour is truly humbling. I'd also like to thank a very kind and considerate friend who did an awful lot of coming himself, in order to make the artwork I am about to reveal possible." A short burst of laughter erupted through the gallery at Chaz's pun. "So without further ado, I am delighted to declare this exhibition open, and to reveal to you all my latest work, 'Woman Meets Man'." And with that she turned and tugged gently on the velvet curtain. It fell away to reveal the finished painting that Sean and I had witnessed, and taken part in, its creation. Camera flashes illuminated the room as the image of Chaz's naked behind, the puckered lips of her vulva clearly visible between her slightly spread open legs, was revealed. The painting glistened slightly in the light, its unique sheen coming from its unusual component. I glanced across to Sean and could clearly see a tear in his eye. "Well, what do you think?" I asked him. "It's, well, it's beautiful," Sean replied. "If you look past the image itself, at the brazenness of it, and look at what it's actually saying, you can see the beauty in it." "Such as?" I pressed him to clarify further. "What I see is a picture of a woman's, er, private parts, which is clearly pornographic," Sean explained, or at least tried to - by his own admission he was no art expert. "But looking beyond that, it shows a woman confident in her own body, using it to express her femininity. But at the same time, using my, er, contribution, she is addressing and acknowledging the small part of her that is masculine - like the little piece of Yin that is Yang, if you know what I mean." "I think I do," I replied, picturing the Chinese Taoist symbol of Yin and Yang in my head. "But that masculine element comes from you, not from her." "Well, it definitely comes from me on this occasion," Sean smirked. It took me a moment for his pun to dawn on me. I slapped him lightly on his arm once I'd figured it out and chided him for cracking such an awful gag. "In all seriousness though," Sean continued after a moment. "Yes, the masculine part comes from me, so in a way my contribution is a conduit of sorts for her expressing her masculine side." It was clear that as far as objectively critiquing contemporary modern art we were both in way over our heads and decided to leave it to the professionals. Instead we just kept drinking champagne and enjoyed this rare opportunity to mingle amongst the glitterati of London's contemporary art scene. * * * * * * A few weeks later, we received a letter - the postmark showed it had come from London. I recognised the handwriting on the envelope almost instantly - it was Chaz's. The envelope contained two things, a small note on which Chaz gleefully explained that 'Woman Meets Man' had been sold to an American art collector, the same woman who already owned the original painting, for the sum of £270,000, an eye-watering sum of money to a teacher like myself. She said she also enclosed a cheque to compensate Sean for his contribution _"without which 'Woman Meets Man' would never have been possible."_ I looked at the cheque and my eyes almost popped out. I handed it to Sean, since it was made out in his name, and his expression of shock must've been the mirror image of my own. "Fifty grand?" he exclaimed. "Fifty thousand pounds for basically having one of my all time sexual fantasies come true? I would have done it for free!" "Well I say you've earned it," I told him, my heart still thumping in my chest at being given such a large sum of money. "What do you reckon we ought to do with it?" "I'm sure we can think of something," he said with a glint in his eye. He kissed me, right there in our hallway, and when our lips parted he looked at me and smiled. A "cuckold" is a man whose partner - wife or girlfriend - is having sex with another man. In simple terms, a cuckold is a man whose partner is cheating on him, although the term "cheating" may be controversial because it implies that the partner is breaking the rules of the relationship, which is not always the case. In the world of kinks and fetishes, a cuckold is often aware that his partner is having sex with others, and while usually jealous, sometimes even angry, he may be turned on by it. The cuckold may even encourage his partner to continue the "cheating" behavior, or want to watch while his wife/partner has sex with a third party. Historically (see below), cuckold referred to a husband who was usually unaware that his wife was having a sexual relationship with another man. The fact that the historical meaning is different from the modern fetish meaning causes confusion and disagreement about the exact definition of a "cuckold", specifically whether or not the man being cuckolded should be aware of the partner's actions, and whether the man should be angry, disgusted, turned on, involved in the sex act, or any combination of the above. What makes the cuckold kink exciting to men who find it exciting varies, but there are a couple of main possibilities commonly covered in cuckold themed movies and fiction: 1\. Taboo-breaking - The cuckold's wife is secretly doing something forbidden by the rules of the relationship (cheating). The fact that she is breaking the rules of conventional relationships can be exciting to the husband. The cuckold eventually finds out about the extramarital sex, either by accident (for example, walking in on his wife with another man), by one of his friends telling him, or by some other method. This leads to the husband confronting the wife, and making an effort to "reclaim" the woman from the man she cheated with. This often ends with some form of domination over the woman, and is a fantasy about reclaiming his power in the relationship. 2\. "Hall Pass" - The cuckold allows his wife to have sex with other men with some set of rules. This is called a "hall pass" situation in reference to how students at a school can't leave class unless they are given a hall pass by the teacher. For example, she must tell the cuckold details of the affairs later, the cuckold must be allowed to watch his wife with the other man, or in the most extreme cases, the cuckold is somehow physically involved in a threesome type situation when his wife is cheating. This is exciting to the cuckold because he is turned on by the idea of his wife with another man. 3\. Dominant Wife - The cuckold is being humiliated by his wife in some way. She intentionally does things to make him feel weak, look bad in front of his friends or people in the community, etc. This type of cuckold fantasy is about the cuckold being dominated and submitting to the power of his wife/partner. The cuckold gains pleasure at being emasculated. This is basically married femdom. These are very basic overviews of the major themes. Entire books could be written delving into the cuckold fetish phenomenon since it means different things to different people. In the last few years, cuckold, often shortened to "cuck", has become a popular online insult meaning that a man is weak, impotent, and does not stand up for themselves. In its recent insult context "cuck" does not refer to anything sexual directly, but the general meaning refers back to a man whose wife does not respect him and carries on relationships with other men, leaving him disrespected and mocked in the community. The term "cuck" is still commonly used as a shortened version of "cuckold" for people into the cuckold kink, but do to the recent non-sexual adoption of the word as an insult, it has also become widely used outside of the fetish community. **Cuckold History & Origin** The term "cuckold" was originally derived from the Cuckoo Bird, which lays eggs in nests other than its own. The word first appears in English in a poem published about 1250AD, and would later appear frequently in the works of William Shakespeare. In most historical usage, a cuckold husband does not know about his wife cheating. He may discover that he is a cuckold when a baby is born that is clearly not his. The modern usage of the word cuckold, especially as a fetish or kink, often assumes that the husband is aware, or even encouraging of the cuckolding behavior. **Cuckold Word Usage & Variants** * Cuckolded - past tense verb. "He was cuckolded by his wife." * Cuckolding - verb. 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It all started the day I got the phone call from the university I wanted to transfer to got had an opening mid semester, I arrived late on a rainy day and had class right away. I dumped my bags in my dorm room and headed straight over to my first class with Professor McDonald the head of the art department who was teaching the class about compositions and colours. I was drenched from the rain when I ran in to class with a black parka on with low-rise jeans and white ripped tank top and no underwear on which left nothing to the imagination, my hair started to curl with the wetness although a bit messed looked not to bad. I handed him my transfer slip just before he was about to give me into trouble for being late, that's when he got the phone call, which looked to be a disturbing one at that and excused himself from the studio to his office to continue his conversation. When he returned he looked upset, not his usual composed self and had forgotten completely to yell at me. All the class continued with their compositions but it appeared to me that he was looking more and more unhinged as the minutes past. 'Continue with your composition I shall be back in a little while' he said and he walked back into his office closing the door behind him. I took a seat at an empty canvas and easel, I removed my coat and sat waiting on his return for instructions. When he hadn't returned I decided to go and check on him being that he looked so upset, just to make sure nothing was too untoward after his strange phone call also trying to get myself off the hook for being late. #Let me tell you about Professor McDonald before we continue into the events that are about to unfold, he is around fifty but boy does he look good, if you didn't know you would think he was maybe forty, he is around 6 foot, well built, muscles, just a touch of grey in the sides of his black hair, piercing blue eyes, well groomed and impeccable taste in clothes, women, food, art, gifts and cars. # I knocked on his office door with no reply I opened the door slowly and quietly to see Professor McDonald quietly sobbing on the couch in the corner of his office, I walked in cautiously. 'Sir, are you okay?' I said calmly as I approach with caution. He looked up at me with a deer in the headlights look of not only being caught crying but by one of his new younger students. He jumped up and hurried over to close the door behind me, but stumbled on a red and black persian rug in the process and pushed me against the door closing it and pining me in- between. His arms at my shoulders pushed on the door with me held in-between, I froze not sure of what to do. His face was only inches from mine, I felt his breath on my face, the minty coolness of his breath, and I looked up at him with uncertainty and wanting. We stood like this for what felt like an hour but was possible more like five minutes, just as I am was about to say something he leaned down kissing me in the most passionate way I have ever been kissed. His hands moved from the door to my shoulders and my back as they started to tremble he reaches down to the waistband of my low-rise jeans, his hands roamed furiously over my ass as he grabed my ass and lifted me up, automatically I wrapped my long toned legs around him, I can feel hard throbbing cock pressed against the crotch of my jeans as he grinded against me pushing me hard on the steel cold door. My hands were running through his hair as we kiss so passionately, he shoved his tongue in my mouth, our tongues danced together, tasting mint and coffee as they do. I started unbuttoning his black shirt as I am getting into the atmosphere of what happened, he suddenly broke the lip lock session and headed south, reaching my heaving chest he pulled my t-shirt off and started to tease my already erect nipples, twirling his tongue around the pale pink of my areolas, sucking on my nipple and even nibbling on them ever so gently, as I start to moan he realises who he is with and pulled away from my breasts, letting go of my ass as he has to figured out what he had just done. He backed away from me, leaving me leaning against the door breathing heavy, covering my breasts with my arm as I picked up my tank top and fixing my lip- gloss, he spoke so quietly. 'I'm sorry, so sorry. I'm sorry, so sorry.' he said repeated only those four words over and over again. He sat on the couch that he was just sobbing on fifteen minutes previous to what had just happened. I stood up and walked towards him stopping to fix the crumpled up persian rug he had stumbled over making sure nothing was out of place incase anyone were to walk in. I stood in front of him my crotch at his face level, I looked down at him waiting for an explanation for what had just happened. He looked at my crotch then looked up at me and asked me to sit next to him on the brown leather couch, I do as he asked and sat beside him facing him with my legs folded under my butt and my hands on my lap. He turned to me and placed his hand atop mine, 'What we have just done was a mistake and was inappropriate, it was my fault Lexi not yours, I was swept up in my emotions and you came into my office with your sweet smiling face to check on me' He said as he tried to reassure me and himself I suspect. He went onto rub my hand and then rested his hand on my thigh. 'What was the phone call was about sir?' I asked him innocently. 'Call me Andrew', he looked at me with a sadness in his eyes. 'My daughter has been rushed into hospital because she lost her baby whilst she was on holiday to Canada.' he sighed with teary eyes. By this time all I could hear was the rain battering on the window as he was now stroking my thigh, my eyes glazed over and I went into my mind thinking 'what he is going to do next and how could he do that when thinking about his daughter?' But the next thing I knew there's a knock at the door before anything else can happen The Dean of the university entered. I had never seen Professor McDonald move so quickly to get away from me in all the time I had been at the university as he did at that moment The Dean came into his office. The Dean asked me to leave so she could talk to Professor McDonald, so I got up from the sofa and left them to it. #Let me give you a little description of The Dean she is in her mid forties, a good looking woman for her age, she has light blonde hair, about 5'5 in height, medium build, I'd say she's maybe 38B, and did I mention the Professor McDonald and The Dean are married? Didn't think I did. As you have probably guessed they have a daughter of 21 together Anna, we went to high school together not that we were ever friends though. The Dean couldn't even tell her husband about their daughter face to face she had to phone him, which lead to the events between him and I. Not a great marriage I would say.# As I walk out his office everyone looked up at me, have you ever wondered what its like for everyone to be staring at you? Well I now know. I went over to where I was sitting and started on my composition, just at the moment The Dean stormed out of Professor McDonald office red in the face stared at me, then Professor McDonald came out looking quiet smug about something or another. He then went on to say 'class is over for today everyone leave immediately, except for you Lexi' pointing at me. *I go red in the face* as everyone goes 'Ohh the new girls in trouble, Lexi's in trouble' then I was alone with Professor McDonald. I was still sat at my workspace waiting on what the Professor was going to say or even do, as I thought this he walked to the studio door and locked it, placing the key in the left hand pocket of his tight jeans. He went into the wardrobe cupboard where all the outfits were kept for when we had to sketch live models, and I wondered what the hell is going on?! He reappeared some ten minutes later with a little black dress and a pair of six inch dominatrix black patent shoes; I furrowed my brow not knowing what he was expecting from me and that outfit. He motioned for me to follow him into his office I followed him warily inside, by this time he has placed the dress and shoes on the leather couch. 'Get changed into the dress and shoes now Lexi!' he commanded. I didn't know whether it was shock or fright maybe even a little submission on my part but I did as I was told for the first time in my life. He left me in his office to change, I removed my hot pink doc martin boots first, then my tank top, I pulled the tight material of the dress over my milky white 36C breasts and blush coloured erect nipples, it stretched over them looking like the dress was painted on my body, then I pulled it down to the top of my jeans, unbuttoned those and slid them down over my toned thighs they hit the floor with a thud, finally I pulled the dress down under my ass cheeks the dress just covered them. 'What a day not to wear any underwear' I thought. As I was about to walk out I remember the shoes and went back for them, I pulled them on and buckled the three straps to the buckles on each shoe, I teetered out to the Professor, as I don't normally wear high heels, he was sitting at his desk across the room. I stopped as I saw him looking up from his book he had been reading while I changed. He got up and walked over to a red velvet chaise long and said 'Sit there Lexi and I'll change your position in a moment'. He motioned me to sit for him, I nodded and done as I was asked not wanting to upset anything after all I was late and he wanted to paint me. I sat down and he hurried over to a covered canvas that was placed on an easel in the corner of the room, slowly he pulled the dust sheet from it, he had already painted the chaise and was just waiting on the right muse to finish the painting. I guess I was that muse. I pulled the dress down trying to keep everything covered and my modesty in tact since after all it was my first day. He came back over to me and positioned me the way he would like me to lay, by this point my bald pussy was out on show as he had placed one leg over the side of the chaise and the other dangling over the edge. My head was on a white leather pillow and my left arm placed under my left breast with the left hand placed gently atop my right breast whilst my right arm was draped falling off the chaise and onto the floor. As I laid there I started to wonder if this was how university professors normally do business and I asked Professor McDonald. 'I don't think this is appropriate Professor McDonald, shouldn't you have a model or something for this?' 'How do you think you got in to this university mid semester Lexi? Did you really think it is because of your genius creativity and brilliant use of compositions? Of course not, you silly girl I'm the reason your here. I WANT YOU!!! I NEED YOU!!! I remember when I first saw you at school with my daughter Heather, and I knew from that moment I would have you as my muse!' he said with a sadistic look upon his face. I sat up and looked at him stunned with my mouth open willing for the words to come forth. 'Pppprofessor McDonald you mean you put my application through? I always thought you were staring at me but I just figured it was just my imagination because I always had a crush on you when I was in high school. I can't believe you brought me here on scholarship so you could use me for your muse and guilty pleasures!' I stuttered. As I went to get up he blocked my path to the office where my clothes were, he held my shoulders then kissed me like before hard and fast, passionate and dirty. Pushing me back onto the chaise I laid back for him, he pushed between my legs and laid on top of me still kissing me holding my hands above my head. As we were laying there his hand wandered down to my breasts, he started to tweak my nipples, still with my arms held above my head, his hand travelled again down to between my legs, he found my rosebud clit and started to rub gently but picked up speed as I started to moan softly arching my back. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes as Professor McDonald started using his tongue on my nipples, still rubbing at my clit, he slipped a finger in my slit. He released my arms and unbuttoned his denims, pushed them down letting his thick 6 inch cock pop out and hit my clit, he rubbed the mushroom head of his cock against my lips, feeling my wetness he pushed and slid half the way in, I opened my eyes wide realising what was happening. 'Oh god Lexi you're so tight and wet' He said and gasped. He pushed more, inching in little by little till he was all the way inside. He grunted as he slid in and out of the warmth of my tight pussy, I wrapped my legs around him locking them under his ass, the heels of my shoes digging into his thighs, I pulled his shirt off and run my freed hands down his back dragging my nails I heard him moan, he grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head again using them as an anchor as he started to pick up pace and fuck me hard. I closed my eyes moving my hips to meet his thrusts as our pelvic bones collided, he lowered his head to rest on my neck, I could feel his heavy breath against my skin, I nibbled on his ear making him almost cum instantly, he looked up grunting as he started to give me an orgasm he came inside me, he kept rocking back and forth till he was spent. He got off me pulling his trousers up as he walked over to the canvas he shouted 'don't dare move Lexi!', I lay there spent no able to move anyway, he started to paint me as his spent muse laying there surrounded by the smell of sex. Dress around my waist no longer did it even resemble a dress more like a corset for the waist, my legs apart on either side of the chaise, arms above my head still in place, I turned my head ever so slightly to look at him with bedroom eyes and a slight pouted smirk, he painted for an hour or so then told me 'get cleaned up, there is a shower in my office.' I unbuckled the shoes and swayed into his office sliding the dress off as I walked. I left it laying the middle of the studio floor as I entered his office. I went into the bathroom and as I turned the shower on I felt a presence in the room, it was Professor McDonald back for round two in the shower, he pushed me against the glass wall and was about to enter me from behind when we heared his wife, The Dean in the studio calling 'Andrew, Andrew?' he rushed out to meet her leaving me in the shower unsure what to do so I cleaned up and hurried to get dressed trying to make my hair look as dry as possible. I crouched hiding behind the leather couch in his office just encase The Dean and him came in, the door opened I peek under the couch to see just Professor McDonalds feet I stood up from behind the couch, he looked at me with sadness and wanting in his eyes. 'Professor that's was close, too close' 'I told you to call me Andrew' 'Ok Andrew that was close, too close. Better?' 'I have a private studio downtown Lexi maybe I could paint you there instead? The address is unit 12 on Church St, do you know it?' I nodded writing my phone number down leaving it on his desk then I grabbed my coat and bag, I left him there watching me leave. *************************** My phone rang around eleven am, I let the answering machine pick it up, four days of hiding in my room alone and not going to class, Professor McDonald phoned and left a me a message saying 'Why have you not been attending class this week Lexi? I need to see you ASAP! Phone me back right away.' I ignored the message like the four before it and fell back to sleep, I woke up to hearing my door being knocked, not thinking straight having been awoken from my sleep I rushed over to get it and fall over various items of clothing I had left laying on the floor. As I reached the door I saw Professor McDonald through the spy hole I gasped and put my back against the door sliding down to the floor. I could hear him asking people that were passing if they had seen me lately, he didn't get anywhere asking people so left a package at the front door. I stood back up as he was walking away, I looked through the spy hole till I seen him leave then I went to the window and seen him getting into his car before I opened the door to get the package which turned out to be a box with a bow on top. I picked up the package that was placed at my door and took it inside, placing it on the coffee table I sat looking at for about twenty minutes unsure whether to open it or not. Eventually I plucked up the courage to open the box to see what was inside, it was the little black dress, the three buckle six inch black patent dominatrix shoes and an envelope. I left the dress and shoes inside the box and took the envelope out sitting it next to the package, I looked at it wondering what the heck it was about, I went and make a cup of sweet tea, taking a sip I came back to the table I lifted the envelope and opened it slowly. As a pulled the letter out a key fell on to the floor with a clatter, I reached down picking the key up and put it on the table, I continued to open the letter to see what it had to say. The letter read, 'To my dearest Lexi, please talk to me or meet me in a public place, I just need to see you, to smell your sweet smell and see you beautiful face. Inside is a key to my studio the one we spoke about I will be there from five pm till 12 midnight everyday this week waiting on you. Always yours, Andrew X'. I sat down in the armchair with the letter in one hand and the key in the other, pondering what to do. I thought to myself 'Should I go or just call him? What does he really want? Do I want this to go any further?'. Eventually I decided to call him on his mobile number that was on the header of the letter. The phone rang twice and he answered. 'Lexi? Is that you?' 'Yes Profess...Andrew, its me.' 'Lexi will you meet me now? Please!' 'Um...I can't, I don't think we should meet outside of class again, I mean you're my professor and I'm your student it should stay that way shouldn't it?' he paused thinking about what he could do to persuade me to change my mind. 'Well Lexi, lets try meeting in public because it cannot just be a professional relationship as we have went this far now.' I started thinking about what he had just said and the tone he said it in is sounding very sinister right at that moment. 'Fine I will meet you, where do you want to meet?' 'How about the train station it is as public as you can get, platform 3, four pm?' 'Ok that's fine I will be sitting on a bench waiting.' 'Oh Lexi could you please wear the dress and shoes? Please?! Pleaase!' I paused thinking no harm could come from that since we were going to be in a public place. 'Ok, you have a deal Andrew, four pm at the station.' 'Thank you Lexi' I hung up the phone and threw it on the table. I looked at the clock it was three pm already I rushed in a shower to get ready to meet him, I tied my hair up in a pony tail to save me time washing it. I came out of the shower, I put on my underwear, then that little black dress and finally the black patent shoes, which I could not walk in but I said I would so I wore them. I thought to myself should I put a coat on or not I looked at the clock realising it was quarter to four and the station was twenty minutes away, no time for a coat I called a taxi to get me there on time. I arrived at the station dead on four pm, I hurried out of the taxi and into the station trying to move as quickly as possible to get to the platform but in those shoes it was impossible. I got the escalators to platform three as I got up there was no one around, I walked over to a bench in the middle of the platform and sat down to wait on Andrew. I thought to myself 'he would pick the one platform which only one train a day goes into knowing there wont be anyone around except the people going to the monument.' I looked over at the clock on the wall of the platform it was now twenty past four, I looked down at my hands thinking how could I have been so stupid to come here like this when I heard footsteps, I glanced to my left and it was Andrew. I looked at him disgusted for being late and leaving me sitting here dressed like this for thirty minutes. He sat next to me, placing his hand on my thigh he grasped at my flesh making it redden. 'Why do you not have a coat on Lexi?' 'I was running late and didn't have time to pick one up, but by yours standards I was very early!' his hand moves up my thigh till he reaches my underwear and he has a puzzled look on his face. 'Why do you have underwear on?' 'Because we are meeting in public and we are not going there again.' He edged closer to me grabbing my face to kiss me, I pushed him away as I hear a train coming in. 'Don't!, I do not want this with you.' 'Well Lexi I'm not sorry for doing it and I will do it again if I get the chance to' As I was about to answer him The Dean came along the platform toward us, stopping in front of me, she looked down at me and grabbed Andrew's hand leading him away from me. He followed behind her looking back at me as I looked at him from the bench.

Last Thursday my wife decided to work from home. Since the kids were at school the entire day, we had the house to ourselves most of the day, a rare opportunity for a married couple with 2 young children. I immediately hoped that it would lead to some daytime fun in the bedroom, which had always been a mainstay in our sex life when we were younger. However, during our post-kids era had become a treat. It didn't seem like I was going to get my wish that day as all of subtle sexual suggestions were getting shot down pretty quickly. "I'm going to lay down for a few minutes, want to join me" I offered, hoping to seduce my wife once I had her in the bedroom. "No, I can't. I have too much to do. You shouldn't be napping anyway. You have things to do." She quickly shot me down, hardly looking up from the computer. I retreated to the bedroom defeated and decided to fold the laundry. I continued to check items off of my "To-Do List" and my wife finished up her work on the computer. "It's time to pick up the kids soon, do you want to change" I suggested. "Probably a good idea, it's gotten quite warm outside today, I want to change into a skirt." She got up from her desk and joined me in bed room. She pulled down her yoga pants and moved to her dresser to find a skirt to change into. She was wearing her standard black lace cheeky panties, which reveal a nice amount of her ass. My wife is the sexiest thing alive. She has curves in all right places, a nice round firm ass and nice large tits with nipples that are just begging to be sucked. I couldn't resist and I reached out to rub her pert ass cheeks as she was looking for her skirt. "Stop that, we have to go." she playfully slapped my hand away after letting be message her for a few seconds. "I can't help it, you're just too damn sexy." I said, trying to get one more quick feel of her panty covered ass before she put her skirt on. She pushed me away again after finding the skirt she wanted to wear. Then she walked over and leaned against the bed, pushing her ass out in my direction. I moved closer and began to message her ass and legs through her skirt. "Mmm..that does feel good." She moaned and pushed her ass out a bit further. This is something that my wife loves to do when she knows that I'm horny. She'll tease me a bit before we have to leave the house, or when the kids are home in another room. Sometimes she'll rub my cock through my pants and whisper some dirty things she wants to do to me. Other times she's lean over the bed and let me rub on her until my cock gets hard. Rarely does it lead to anything more, just a nice tease to get my blood pumping. It's one of the things I just love about my wife. I figured this was just one of those times. She knew I was horny and was going to throw me a bone before we left to pick up our kids from school. I definitely wasn't going to remind her we had to leave in a few minutes. She didn't seem to concerned with the time as she lifted her skirt up and kept grinding her ass into my rapidly growing cock. Her firm satin covered ass felt amazing. "Well, are you going to fuck me or what?" She questioned. "Yeah, ok." Was all I could muster as a response. My ears had never heard sweeter words, I didn't think I had a chance. I knelt down and clumsily pulled her panties down, tossing them to the side. Normally I would have stayed down there rubbing and spreading her ass cheeks for a while. Then I would have spread her cheeks and giving her ass and pussy a nice long lick. However, I glanced at the clock and we only had a few minutes before we really had to leave the house. I stood up, and began to run my cock in the crack of her ass, up and down a few times. She responded by pushing her ass out even further, then reaching back with on hand spreading her ass check wide giving me easy access to her pussy. I didn't want to waste any more time and tried pressing my cock into her tight hole. I wasn't surprised to find that it was difficult to get my thick cock inside her. Her pussy is always tight and she hadn't exactly had much time to get wet enough. I glanced at my night stand which was on the other side of the room where our bottles of lube were stashed. Too far I thought, it would break the mood and she might call this off. I decided to go with the saliva route. I licked my fingers and worked as much saliva as I could into her tight opening. "Can you please fuck me now?" She begged. I placed my cock at the now slightly wet opening to her pussy and began to work it in as fast as I could. It took few strokes but I was finally buried into her tight pussy. On the inside, her box was nice and wet, her pussy juice just hadn't had a chance to leak out of her opening yet. Once I was buried in deep, I paused to let her get accustomed to being filled. Apparently she didn't need any time to get comfortable with my intruding cock and began to subtly rock back and forth fucking herself with my cock. Her pussy was gripping my cock so tight, it was difficult to even pullout to try to meet her movement with thrusts of my own. "Yes..mmm...yes." She was mumbling as I began to slam into her with more force. I could feel my orgasm being to build. Knowing the clock was ticking, I picked up the pace of my thrusts. It wasn't long before I filled my wife tight pussy with my cum. "We better get going, we need to pick up the kids." I said as my cock slipped out of her. "Great...now I'm going to have cum dripping out of my pussy all afternoon." She complained as we both quickly put our clothes back on. I couldn't help but smile at that thought as we drove to school to pick up our kids, and all the rest of the afternoon. The next day was Friday, which has always been our "sex night". Once the kids are asleep we usually enjoy a shower together and then retire the bedroom for a nice long session. I always look forward to Friday nights and I was really looking forward to "repaying" my wife for the wonderful afternoon quickie the day before. "Can't wait until tonight" I gave her ass a bit of a squeeze and smiled at my wife as we were getting dressed that morning. "Yeah...well...not sure about that. You hurt my pussy when you fucked me yesterday. It's off limits for a few days." She scolded me. "I did? I should have grabbed the lube, but I didn't want to ruin the mood. I'm really sorry." I tried to apologize. "That's ok, not a big deal. It will be better soon." She said. "But that means no fun tonight?" I couldn't conceal my disappointment. "No, we can still have fun tonight. It's going to be ass worship night. You can worship my ass, and if you do a good job, you can probably fuck it too. If you want..." She said bluntly and then walked out of our bedroom. "Umm...yes, I would like that very much. If you are serious?" I walked behind her though the house. "Yes, I'm serious. Enjoy your day." She said with a mischievous smile. She gave by growing cock a quick squeeze through my pants before rushing out the door to work. I was left stunned standing there with my mouth open and my cock hard. Worshiping my wife ass is definitely one of my favorite activities. I just love rubbing her ass, spreading it wide open, spanking it, licking it, fingering it, I could do it for hours. I couldn't wait to have complete access to her ass when her pussy was off limits. It was a very long day of anticipation. After what felt like an eternity the kids were finally asleep in their beds and we were free to get to the fun part of the evening. "Why don't you join me in the shower" my wife suggested and playfully grabbed my hand leading me into our bathroom. I turned on the water and my heart began to pound inside my chest with anticipation. We have a fairly large steam shower which has a bench on one wall. Both of us can easily fit in the shower together and has led to some very hot nights. We both undressed and my heart began to pound inside my chest with anticipation. "Why don't you take a seat right here" she pointed at the bench as she turned on the water. I took my spot on the bench and watched as my beautiful curvy wife stood under the running water. She faced me and began to rub soap all over her large and luscious tits. "Somebody is enjoying the show" she glanced down at my rapidly growing cock. "I better make sure that I'm nice an clean for you" she spread her ass and rubbed soap all over pussy and asshole making sure the water was rinsing her clean. Then she turned around, arched her back which pushed her round brown ass out in front of my face. She spread her cheeks wide, exposing her tight asshole for my inspection. I watched wide eyed as my wife continued to "clean" her ass with her soapy fingers only a few inches from my face. She began to slide a fingertip inside her tight hole and work it in and out for my viewing pleasure. After a few minutes she turned around and rinsed the remaining soap away. "Now...I know you enjoyed that. You should clean up too. Make sure you shave before you come to bed. I don't want to get any beard burn on my ass cheeks" She said, once again glancing down at my cock which was now completely engorged and leaking pre-cum. She slipped out of the shower and wiggled her ass at me as she strolled to our bedroom. I quickly showed and shaved as she had requested. All the while my cock remained engorged and my heart thumped in anticipation. I walked into our bedroom to find my wife lying face down on the bed. She had placed a pillow under a towel to prop her hips up a bit. Her legs were parted slightly exposing her hairless pussy lips to my gaze. Her tiny asshole was concealed between her voluptuously mocha colored cheeks. She was holding her phone, I assumed she was reading stories from her favorite erotica site. She didn't say anything as I walked into the room and grabbed a bottle of baby oil from the bedside table. I squirted a generous amount on my hands and began to rub it into her ass and thighs. Once the oil was massaged into her skin I began to kneed and squeeze her ample ass cheeks. I grabbed hold of each cheek and spread them wide apart exposing her tender parts to the cool air and then I let them go. I continued to play with her, squeezing, spreading and lightly spanking her ass, warming her up for a bit until I could sense that she was ready for more. I spread her ass wide and moved my mouth close to her tight puckered hole. I paused for a few seconds building her anticipation. I began by giving her anus long licks with my tongue flat. Slowing I licked up and down her ass crack, pausing briefly at her opening to flick the tip inside. She responded by pushing slightly back against me and rocking her hips slightly to the rhythm of tongue. Eating my wife's ass is somewhat new to me, only a few years before had I confessed that it was an incredible turn on for me. She has slowly warmed up to it and it's now a somewhat regular part of our sex life. For the most part I eat her ass as foreplay, a way to warm her up and then I move onto her pussy and clit so she can cum. But tonight was "Ass Worship Night" her pussy was off limits, I relished in giving her ass the full attention it deserved. I pointed my tongue and begin to tease her hole with the tip. I slowly worked my way around the rim of her anal opening before sliding inside just a bit. To my surprise my wife pushed back, trying to get more of my tongue inside of her. I responded by giving her what she wanted and plunged my lounge as far as I could into her tight but willing asshole. "Oh my!" she gasped. Her hips continued to rock back and forth as she ground her clit into the pillow beneath. I did my best to keep my tongue firm inside her hole. After a few minutes I had to catch my breath and decided to replace my tongue with a finger. I spread her cheeks wide open and was very happy to see that her asshole had opened a bit from my tonguing. It was well lubed with my saliva and was pleasantly surprised that my index finger slide right inside without much resistance. It was almost as if her ass sucked my finger inside of her. She didn't miss a beat with the new sensation of my finger opening up her ass. The movement of her hips seemed to increase as I worked my finger in and out. I pulled my finger out of her slowly at an angle, stretching her sphincter muscle open even more. I quickly replaced my finger with my tongue again, plunging it in as deep as I could. I alternated fucking her ass with my tongue and finger while she continued to work her clit into the bed. I could tell her orgasm was fast approaching, I decided to see how open and willing her anus was at this point. I sat up, removed my finger from her ass and replaced it with my thumb. Her hips never stopped rocking back and forth, with her own movement my thick thumb was burred as deep as it could go inside of her backdoor. "Uhhh...so big". She mumbled. While my thumb did slide inside with ease, her sphincter had a vice like grip. Her movements slowed a bit, but became more forceful as she tried to bring her orgasm on. I thought I might break her "no pussy touching" rule and help her out a bit. Without removing my thumb from her ass, I reached down and pressed my finger against her engorged clit. It was slick with her pussy juice that was flowing readily down from her hole. It only took a couple of flicks of my finger on her rock hard clit and I felt the waves of orgasm overtake her. I felt her body tense up as the waves of orgasmic pleasure rippled through her body. Her asshole clamped down on my thumb like a vise for a quick second and then began to spasm. It was the most amazing feeling for me to feel her cum like that. I couldn't help but thinking what it would feel like to have her cum with my cock stretching her asshole. What a feeling it would be to feel it milk my cock like it just did my thumb. I slowly pulled my thumb out and gently messaged the outside of her hole while she came down from her intense orgasm. Even after cumming as hard as she did, her sphincter remained quite relaxed, I was able to slide the tip of my thumb easily in and out. "How do you want me? Like this on my stomach or on my back?" She asked after regaining her composure. I was unable to respond, it took me a moment to realize the sexy offer my wife just made. Her pussy was off limits and she was offering her ass up to me to fuck anyway I wanted. She reached back and stroked my cock a few times. It was as hard as it has ever been in my life. My heart was pounding, I'm sure she could feel it pulse in my cock. "Do you want to fuck my ass from behind or fuck my ass on my back with my legs over your shoulders?" She asked again with a coy smile this time. "Ummm...how about on your back?" I managed to stammer out. She flipped over and positioned herself so the pillow was under her lower back, lifting her ass up in the air a bit, giving me better access. Once she had positioned herself she put her legs up in the air, reached down and spread her ass open for me. "Like this?" she gave me that coy sexy smile again. I stared dumbfounded at the sight before me. I couldn't believe I was married to such a sexy dirty woman. "You should get some lube." She directed me. I grabbed a bottle of lube, squirted a generous amount on my fingers and began to work it into her hole. Her ass eagerly accepted my probing and I quickly had a finger buried deep insider her. I worked that finger in and out a few times before adding more lube to her opening. I decided to add a second finger, wanted to get her hole stretched enough to accommodate my thick cock. I was a bit surprised when her ass open up and readily accepted two fingers inside. "I'm ready for your cock now." She almost begged. I was happy to oblige her request and make sure to add more lube to her now stretched asshole. I positioned my cock at her backdoor entrance and began to slowly push my way inside. She placed her hands on my thighs, slightly digging her fingers into my skin, as a way to regulate how far my cock would go into her ass. I didn't mind at all, my goal was to make this as pleasurable for her as it was for me. "Remember...go slow please." She reminded me as the head of my cock was pressed against her anal opening. We locked eyes as I slowing began to push inside. Her fingers pressed firmly into my legs as my cock met with a small amount of resistance. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply as I pressed in a little more firmly, my cockhead then work its way into her asshole. Once I had the head inside, I paused to let her get accustomed to the size of my cock. My cock was throbbing as her asshole squeezed my cock firmly. After a minute or so I slowly pulled out, letting my cock slip from her grip. "Oh my...that feels good." She exclaimed, her eyes opening wide. I slid in again, a bit deeper this time. The grip she had on my legs would tell me when I had reached her limit. Every time I let my cock slip completely out of her ass, she would let out a load moan, letting me know that she was enjoying herself. I had fucked my wife's ass a few times in the past, however this was by far the furthest I have ever been able to get my cock into her. I was surprised that even though her ass has opened up to accept me, it still squeezed my cock as tight as I had felt anything before. I began to slide my cock in and out of her with some rhythm, like I would do if I was fucking her pussy. The sensation was getting too much to take and I could feel my orgasm building slowly as I began to actually fuck my wife's ass. "Oh god...It's really good...so big and good." My wife was encouraging me. Much to my surprise I began to feel her ass begin to spasm and squeeze my cock as if she was actually cumming from her ass being fucked. "Please, I need your cum in my ass now!" She demanded I was very happy to oblige her request. Much to my surprise I began to feel her ass begin to spasm and squeeze my cock as if she was actually cumming from her ass being fucked. Her ass clamped down so tightly on my cock, that it pushed it out completely, just I felt my orgasm began. I quickly slide back into her ass and began depositing the most cum I've ever shot into her willing asshole. Her asshole continued to milk every drop of out of my throbbing cock until I was spent. I slowly pulled my cock from her well fucked ass. I couldn't wait to see my cum dripping from her gaping hole. Once my cock had been freed from her sung like hole, I was disappointed to see that he ass is so tight that my cock didn't seem to make a difference. It looked like nothing had happened, it returned to its original tightness immediately and sealed my cum inside. "Can you see your cum leaking out?" she asked. "No, you are too damn tight. It looks like nothing happen at all." I said with much disappointment. "Well...I guess next time we have ass worship night, you'll have to fuck me harder next time." She grinned and jumped out of bed, heading to the bathroom to clean up.

I'm not sure why Max chose me for Project Horatio. I was a city boy. My experience up until that point was all about urban renewal projects. My idea of water was the Thames. 'Are you sure that you want me to lead this?' I asked Max. 'Just think of it as Saint Katherine or Canary Wharf, but with the other side of the river being the coast of France,' Max said. 'Oh, and I may have somewhere for you to doss.' 'Oh?' 'Yes. Remember Alison? Alison Neasham?' I didn't. 'She worked with us for a few months. In Gerry's team. Although, now that I come to think about it, it might have been slightly before your time. A nice girl. Very bright. Very... umm... spirited. I think you two might get on. She's... well, you can make up your own mind. Anyway, go and talk to her. If you don't think it will work, then we can find something else. But I think it's at least worth a chat.' 'Actually, I'm planning to go down for a bit of a reccy on Thursday,' I told Max. 'Maybe I could pop in. Say hello.' 'Good idea. I'll let her know you're coming,' Max said. On Thursday morning, I took an early train from Charring Cross to Ashford, and then I caught a local train to Frumley via Hamstreet, Appledore, and Rye. Alison was waiting for me at Frumley station. There was a cold breeze coming from somewhere, and Alison was wrapped up in a navy pea jacket and a Breton fisherman's hat. She was slightly built, and she was younger than I had expected. Probably early thirties. Thirty-two, thirty-three? Something like that. She must have been just a baby when she worked at Hunniford's. 'Thank you for coming to meet me,' I said. 'Max gave me instructions and drew me a bit of a map, but... well... no substitute for local knowledge, eh?' 'Max's instructions probably tell you to take the Frumley Park Road. Which is fine. That's the normal way in. It brings you out at the western end of The Prom. But there's a shortcut, a bridal path, that takes us almost to my back door. We'll take that, shall we?' The bridal path wasn't sign-posted, and it looked as though it led into a scrubby wood. However, the 'wood' turned out to be little more than a rather broad hedge. And, once we were on the other side, we were in a field that sloped gently down to the village, with the harbour to our left and what was left of the old pier straight ahead. Alison's house was at the front of the dress circle, overlooking the little harbour. 'Gosh. Great view,' I said. Alison smiled. 'Not bad, is it? It will be good to have the pier back in working order, and it will be good to restore the length of The Prom, but I must confess that I quite like it in its tumbledown state. Not good for the local businesses though.' I could see what she meant. As it was, it almost looked like a seaside version of a Victorian folly. Alison took me on a tour of her house and showed me the room that was available. It was fine. 'Yes. This will be fine,' I said. 'In fact better than fine. Perfect. Thank you.' 'You're welcome.' 'Max tells me that you used to work for our lot.' 'Only for a short time,' Alison said. 'Just after I left university. But I didn't really take to London. I think I'm a seaside girl. And then, when my mother died, she left me this house. So, with the rent paid, as it were, I decided to take my chance and have a go at writing.' 'Oh? You're a writer. What do you write?' 'Whatever will turn a penny,' she said. And she laughed. 'Bits and pieces for magazines. Columns for a couple of the local newspapers. But my main project at the moment is a novel.' 'Hey, serious stuff.' 'Well... sort of. Although it's a comic novel. So hopefully not too serious.' And she laughed again. 'I suppose that I had better go and introduce myself to the construction crew,' I said. 'I see they have the portacabin in place.' 'Yes. That arrived here a couple of days ago,' Alison said. 'Right. Well... I'll see you again. On Sunday, I guess. I'll send you an email, shall I? When I find out what the trains are doing.' As it happened, on Sunday, the trains weren't doing very much at all. The line was closed for maintenance, and they were running a bus service from Ashford. In the end, I arrived at Frumley shortly after five. 'I've had a good day,' Alison said with an air of unabashed satisfaction. 'Three-and-a-half thousand words. But, as a consequence, I haven't done anything about supper. So I thought we could wander down to The Ship. The Ship has a Sunday roast on Sundays. Funnily enough. And, sometimes, a choice of more than one.' 'Yeah. That sounds like a plan,' I said. From the outside, The Ship looked old. And inside it looked even older. Alison introduced me to the landlord. 'Declan, this is Nick Wolfe. Nick is here to make sure that the chaps rebuilding the pier get it right.' 'Nice to know,' Declan said. 'Welcome to Frumley on Sea.' 'Oh? Is that the proper name?' I said. 'Frumley on Sea? I didn't realise.' Declan shook his head. 'Proper name? No. But you have to admit it does have a suitably-grand sound to it. Now... what will it be?' Alison opted for a glass of red and I chose a pint of best. 'And take one for yourself,' I said. I thought that Declan and I had better get off to a good start. The Ship seemed to be the village's only pub. And I couldn't see myself surviving three months or so without a local watering hole. The Sunday Roast was a choice between rib of beef and slow-cooked pork shoulder. Alison and I both chose the beef with roast potatoes and Yorkshire pudding. And we talked. And we talked. And we managed to drink quite a bit too. And then, back at Alison's place, we had 'one for the road'. Well, one for the stairs, anyway. Yeah... I could see Alison and me surviving three months under the same roof. No problem. On Monday, my first day on the job proper, Huey sent it down by the bucketful. At least we were working on the big bones. Driving piles and stuff like that. It would have been a disaster if we had been trying to work on some of the finishing stuff. 'It's days like this when I'm happy to be sitting at a keyboard,' Alison said when I returned at the end of the day. 'Tell me,' I said. 'It wasn't too bad in the site office, but I had to spend most of the afternoon out checking on the pile positioning. I got drenched. Although at least it wasn't cold.' Alison smiled. 'I know what you need,' she said. 'A cocktail. A warming cocktail.' And, before I knew it, I was nursing a high-octane Whisky Sour. Somehow, in between spells at her keyboard, Alison had also managed to prepare a very tasty venison casserole which she served with creamy mashed potatoes and green beans. It was delicious. And to help it on its way, there was a bottle of New World Pinot Noir. 'I hope that Max is paying you well for this,' I said. 'It's nice to... umm... have your company,' she said. 'I should probably be paying Max.' And she laughed. The following day, the last of the clouds drifted away and, by mid-morning coffee break, it was a beautiful Spring day. 'Vunderbar,' Otto, the foreman, said as he joined me sitting on a parcel of decking planks out in the sunshine. 'Vot we are needing is three more months like this. You can be ordering? Ja?' I smiled and shook my head. 'Sorry, I don't do weather, Otto. That's above my pay grade.' Otto laughed, took a sausage roll from his pocket, and dunked it in his mug of'milk-and-three-sugars' tea. When I got back to Spraydon House that evening, I thought for a moment that I had disturbed Alison in the midst of... well... in the midst of something. Dressing? Undressing? She was in the kitchen. And all she was wearing was what appeared to be an oversized T-shirt. Or was it a very short dress? 'Oh, I do like it when the sun comes back,' she said. 'I don't much like having to go 'round togged up like an Eskimo.' She most certainly wasn't togged up like an Eskimo. And she did have very nice legs. 'No,' I said. 'Or yes. Or... well... you know what I mean.' Was I flustered? Yes. Perhaps a little. And then she bent over to retrieve something from the floor, and I discovered that at least she appeared to be wearing knickers under her T-shirt or whatever it was. 'For supper, I thought I'd do some herb-crusted chicken breasts with new potatoes and a bit of salad,' Alison said. 'But first I thought I'd make a jug of Margarita.' 'I think I might need a shower,' I told her. 'OK. You go and do that. The Margarita will be waiting when you return. Oh, and if you need someone to scrub your back, just give me a call. I shall be more than happy to come and help.' And there was that laugh again. When I got back to the kitchen, Alison had the chicken breasts prepared (pounded out in herbs and spices and breadcrumbs) and ready to go into the pan. The new potatoes were in a pot of water with a couple of sprigs of mint. And the ingredients for a simple salad were laid out on a platter. She had also made a jug of Margarita. 'Expecting company?' I said. 'Company?' I nodded in the direction of the tall jug. 'That's a family-sized brew you have there.' Alison smiled. 'Well... I was thinking that we might need more than one,' she said. 'To celebrate the arrival of the golden weather. Now... are you a salt- on-the-rim kind of chap? Or do you just want two straws?' I have to say she made a very nice Margarita. Heavy on the tequila, light on the triple sec. Fresh lime. Sour without being unpleasant. 'Cheers,' I said. 'And, yes, here's to the golden weather.' 'To the golden weather,' Alison echoed. And while the supper was cooking, we did have a second Margarita. It was that kind of drink: moreish. But I was also beginning to realise that, after a day at the keyboard, Alison liked a tipple or three. Are all writers drinkers? I was beginning to suspect that they might be. As we ate supper (and sipped Pinot Grigio), Alison wanted to know all about Project Horatio. Why were we restoring the pier rather than simply rebuilding it? Wasn't there a risk that the next big storm would undo all the good work? 'A slight risk,' I told her. 'But I suspect that's true whenever you try to extend something which is essentially a finger of land out into the sea. But I'm not the designer. I'm not even the paymaster. I'm just the project manager. I'm just here to try and ensure that what has been designed is what gets built. Hopefully, on time and on budget. Is your novel set beside the seaside?' I asked. 'Umm... in a sense. It's largely set on a boat. But the boat never really goes anywhere. The hero dreams of faraway places, but he can never quite bring himself to cast off. He lives on the boat, invites various characters onto the boat, and looks out to sea in much the same way that I live in a house and look out to sea.' 'So he might just as well live in a house.' 'Well... yes. But then he wouldn't be able to call himself a mariner.' We chatted on for another hour or so and the Alison asked if I would like to watch something. 'Watch something?' 'A bit of entertainment,' she said. I glanced at my watch. It was only just gone nine. 'Yeah. If you like. Why not?' As we cleared away the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, Alison said: 'I must confess that I have a bit of a weakness for the amateur stuff.' 'Amateur? Right. Britain's Got Talent?' I said. 'Top Chef? That sort of thing?' Alison frowned. 'No. I mean amateur... you know... Wendy and Wayne on their couch at home. Or Wendy and Wilma on their couch. Or all three of them for that matter.' And she laughed. It was my turn to frown. And then, perhaps seeing my frown, Alison also frowned. 'No?' she said. 'Come and sit on the couch with me and I'll show you.' I followed Alison over to the couch, still not sure what she was talking about. Alison turned on the TV, picked up her iPad, and started tapping away. And then I suddenly understood what she meant. Amateurs. 'Oh.' I laughed. 'Amateur porn,' I said. 'Porn?' she said. 'Hmm... I prefer to think of it as erotica. Amateur erotica. Porn is.... Well, I'm not quite sure what porn is. But I like to think of this as erotica. Now, these two are quite fun.' And, when I had overcome my surprise, umm... yes, they were. 'She' was probably 40-something. Well upholstered. Big breasted. I could imagine her as a checkout operator. Or perhaps as a general helper in a DIY superstore. ('Can I help you with something there, sir?') She was wearing one of those sturdy deep suspender belts that are part suspender belt, part corset. She was also wearing black stockings. And she had what I thought was a particularly attractive snatch thatch, dark and, I thought, probably more silky than springy. 'He' was probably a year or two younger than she was. And he was a good six inches taller. If you told me that his day job was something in the building trade, I would have had no trouble in believing you. He was wearing a Norwich City FC replica shirt. Canary yellow descending into green. And that was it. Nothing else. Not even socks. Was he a dyed-in-the-wool Canaries fan? Or was he trying to tell us that they were proud Norfolkians? 'OK?' Alison asked. 'They... umm... have my attention,' I said. 'Oh, good. But maybe we should finish what's left of that wine.' I got up from the couch and retrieved the wine and our glasses and, when I returned, Alison was wriggling herself out of her skimpy knickers. 'Just making myself comfortable,' she said. And she laughed. 'You might want to open the hatch a little yourself. This woman has the sexiest of sexy cunts. Well, I think so, anyway. Family-sized portions. I'm afraid that's not an attribute to which I can lay claim.' And she tapped her own little neat-and-tidy pudendum. Mr and Mrs Norfolk certainly put on a good show, and it wasn't long before Alison had raised the hem of her already-short T-shirt-like garment still higher and put her rather elegant fingers to work. And, yes, I could see what she meant: Mrs Norfolk did have a very sexy cunt. Plump outer lips and almost- flappy butterfly-like inner lips. Very sexy indeed. While the Norfolk's performance was certainly arousing, it was not especially long. Fifteen minutes, perhaps? Certainly not a lot longer. And the quality of the filming could have been better. Or maybe not. Maybe it was what it was. Maybe the low quality production was one of the things that made it so gloriously... well... 'dirty'. 'Let's see what else we have,' Alison said, and she tapped a few more keys. I wondered if Max knew about this side of Alison. 'Ah, yes. Now this woman is fun,' Alison said. 'I haven't watched this for a while. Her name is Anna -- although, of course, I very much doubt that it actually is. And she claims to be a retired civil servant. Or at least someone claims that she is a retired civil servant. See what you think. What was she? Treasury? Home Office? Department for Transport -- or whatever it's called these days. Or was she MI5? I quite like the idea that she was MI5. I like the idea that she was so undercover that now, in retirement, she can come out and no one has a clue who she is or where she has been. Well... I say no one, but.... Anyway, see what you think.' Allison had said: 'This woman is fun' but, when the video started, there was no woman. There was just a high stool in the middle of what appeared to be a white room. And there was soft music playing. I thought that I recognised the music. Gustav Holst perhaps? Ralph Vaughan Williams? William Walton? Or maybe Dvorak. And then there was a knocking sound. 'Come,' the well-modulated voice of an unseen man said. Behind the stool, a hidden door opened, and a woman entered the room. She was possibly in her early sixties. Maybe slightly older. And she was dressed rather like an official at an international athletics meeting. The sort of thing that you see on telly. A world championship perhaps. She was wearing a mid-blue knee-length skirt, a pale blue blouse, and a navy blue blazer. On the blazer's breast pocket there was what appeared to be a stylised iris in shades of pink. I thought that there were hints of a Georgia O'Keefe flower portrait about the design. Or was it a vulva? The woman entered the room, closing the door behind her, and stood in front of the stool, facing the camera. 'Anna. Welcome. And thank you for making yourself available at such short notice,' the man's voice said. The woman -- presumably Anna -- smiled and nodded slightly but didn't say anything. 'I do like your hair like that,' the man's voice said. Again, the woman, Anna, nodded slightly. Her hair was a soft silvery-white colour. Perhaps it had once been blonde. And it was cut in a rather attractive short bob style. 'A very smart outfit,' the man's voice said. 'Very smart indeed. But I think you know what I am looking forward to seeing. Perhaps if we start by removing the blazer.' Anna unbuttoned the blazer and slowly took it off. And then she held it out at arm's length and let it fall to the floor. 'Yes,' the man's voice said. 'Thank you. Yes. And now... the skirt perhaps?' Anna reached behind her back and, apparently, unfastened some kind of fastening and lowered a zip. For a few moments she held the skirt where it was. Teasingly. And then she let it fall to her ankles, and she stepped out of it. After a further moment or two, she bent over and picked up the skirt and tossed it to one side. With skirt out of the way, it was now evident that Anna was wearing stay-ups. Also, there was just a peep of blue lacy knickers. 'Nice,' the man's voice said. 'Yes. Very nice. And now perhaps the blouse?' Anna nodded slightly and began unbuttoning the buttons at her wrists. First the left wrist, and then, after a brief pause, the right. And then, starting near her throat, she slowly undid the rest of the blouse's buttons. As the two sides of the blouse separated slightly, it became evident that Anna was wearing a blue lacy bra that complemented her blue lacy knickers. Slowly, deliberately, she removed the blouse, held it at arm's length, and let it fall to the floor. 'Yes. Very nice,' the man's voice said. 'I may have to... umm... rearrange aspects of my own dress. To accommodate the... umm... expansion you are inspiring. Ah... yes. That's better.' Anna, 60-something-year-old retired civil servant Anna, just stood there. With the same half smile. 'And now,' the man's voice said, 'I think the next garment to go should be the lady's choice.' Anna nodded her little half nod and, after a moment or two, inserted a thumb into each side of her blue lacy knickers and, slowly, very slowly, she pushed them down over her hips. 'I am pleased that that was your choice,' the man's voice said. 'Yes. Perfect.' Anna stepped out of the knickers and then she reached behind her back. She paused for a moment or two, but then it was time to remove the bra. Her breasts were the breasts of an older woman. But they were certainly not unattractive. 'And now...,' the man's voice said. Anna turned around to face the stool. She spread her feet apart, placed her hands on the top of the stool, and bent over. Her buttocks were not as full and shapely as they may once have been but, like her sagging breasts, they were not unattractive. And, right at the top of her thighs, there was a clear view of her 'points of entry'. 'Very nice,' the man's voice said. 'And now... the finale.' Anna turned to face the front once more and eased herself up onto the stool. For a moment or two she just sat there, her knees together, her hands resting on her knees. And then, slowly, she pushed her knees apart. At first, just a little. But then she spread them wider and wider. And then, as the music -- Holst, Vaughan Williams, or whoever -- swelled, her hands slowly slid along her inner thighs until they were framing her now-gaping vulva, her now gaping sparsely hair-fringed cunt. 'Oh, fuck, yes,' the man's voice said. 'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.' The man sounded as if he had just run a marathon. 'So... what do you think?' Alison asked. 'Is Anna a bit of fun?' 'She... umm... knows her stuff,' I said. 'An inspiration,' Alison said. 'Are you inspired?' And she tapped the tent in my trousers. 'Oh, yes,' she said. 'You certainly are, aren't you? But I think there's a law against keeping a fully-grown cock in such a confined space. Perhaps we should give him his freedom before we have the RSPCA knocking at the door.' And she undid my belt and lowered my zip. 'Nice,' she said. 'Nice. Funnily enough, Max said that he thought I would find much to like about you. Shall we continue this in the bedroom? Your bedroom or mine. You can choose.'

Is Sacred Sex Possible? This seems to be an interesting question. It is certainly not a trivial question. I should note that I conjecture that true sacred sex will be the most pleasurable form of sex. That said, if you make that pleasure your goal, it will tend to elude you. Making your partner's pleasure a goal, however, may often move you in the correct direction. I suspect that when sex truly becomes sacred it is totally secondary to either a profound sharing of love, a mystical experience or very likely both. I also suspect that the general classification of sacred sex can take a multitude of forms. Several possibilities were explored in my story "Driving in Snow," but I expect that there are many others which I haven't even considered. **I am very open to suggestions here, especially if you are actually speaking from experience.** It needs to be pointed out that the spiritual viewpoint expressed in "Driving in Snow," incomplete as that description is, represents my present understanding of how the universe actually works and our place in it. Central to that is the idea that we are spiritual beings, ultimately the divine in disguise, having the experiences that unfolds the universe. This is one way, probably a very inadequate way, of describing divine purpose. At the level of soul it becomes a growth process. Just as we as humans grow and develop from year to year the soul grows and develops from lifetime to lifetime. Thus living can be viewed as experimenting in a laboratory, creating in an artist's studio or inventor's workshop, both learning and teaching in a classroom and last but not least playing in a playroom. We tend to make much more spiritual progress when we start to view all of life including sex in these terms. Sexual activity is far more than just playing in a playroom. I generally do not view that divine as a God who is a person, although that concept/simplification is very useful for much of our journey and for much of what happens here. Instead I see a more abstract something which seems to be both pure intelligence and pure love. A divinity which defies description or explanation but something which, if we are very fortunate, very open to it, can be experienced. The vast majority of stories on the Literotica website contain descriptions of sex acts and most of them lead to orgasm. None of those descriptions capture what an orgasm really is. That can only be experienced. If you haven't had one, no explanation is possible and if you have then no explanation is necessary. The same is true of the mystical experience. It seems that there are some definite similarities between the two. Some of the Tantric literature talks about meditating during sex. I never tried to do that and I don't remember it ever becoming that although it seems to me that sometimes the sex act has been almost a meditation. Likewise I don't think I've ever had one cross over into a conscious mystical experience. I will not rule out a subconscious one however. When we are at orgasm we are generally totally in the moment, in the experience. We aren't thinking about it, that comes later. The same tends to often, but not always, be true of the mystical experience. I have had a number of mystical experiences in my life. Most are very calm and serene. Often very intense at another level. One early one (1963) was different. I don't really remember many details now other than that it was something extraordinary and put me into a state of tremendous awareness which lasted three days. Three days of calm understanding which I felt at the time was so obvious that I could not understand how I had ever missed it or how the people around me weren't seeing it too. There was a strong sense of beauty - An awareness of the perfection of the world, just as it is. At the time I assumed it would be permanent - It wasn't. There was power in this awareness, psychic power. When I was in this state I tried to share it but as much as you try and mystics do try, it is always beyond words. The explanations become riddles and paradoxes. At their best they are poorly put hints. However, I found some notes from that period where I described the beginning of this event as being: "...like an orgasm but more intense, more pleasant, and it lasted half an hour." As I said above: "If you make that pleasure your goal it will tend to elude you." It may be that both the sexual experience and the mystical experience are operating with differing aspects of the same spiritual energies. If we view the material world as Maya, illusion, then sexual activity can draw us deeper into that illusion or it can provide a means of piercing that illusion. For many people an orgasm is as close as they ever get to a true spiritual experience. A central part of the ordinary human experience is feeling incomplete, alone and lonely. We seek to be whole, to be one with what we are missing. This longing seems to be met when we 'fall in love' but that generally turns out to be a temporary phenomena, the romance fades. Likewise the sex act masks this longing. Almost any sex act does this to some extent but the more loving the act the greater the effect. Thus a sex act may actually be a symbolic version of a more profound answer. It may be that, as personality, what we really want is to be in connection with our soul and ultimately through that to be in connection with "that which is" as universe, as cosmic consciousness and/or as divinity. This connection is really always there, It is the real structure of the universe but we generally operate from a perspective where this connection becomes invisible. I find generally that I see both the soul and all the structures above it as being asexual (neither male, female, or having any real interest in those divisions - other than as a tool.) but there was a time many years ago where I played with a different image. I saw myself, as a male, as having a Goddess within just as women each have a God within. In this context having sex becomes, at its best, the man making love with his Goddess within mirrored by his partner while she is making love to her God within mirrored by the man. Wow. Nonetheless there does seem to be a distinction between male and female forms of spiritual energy. These are often called Yin and Yang. These two energies are actually in perfect balance in the universe as is represented by the Taoist symbol of the Yin Yang where each is pushing into the other, each is yielding to the other and each has a bit of the other at its center. Namaste is a common greeting in India and means "I salute the divinity at the center of your being." Sex at its best can become a very intense way of saying "Namaste." \----------- Tantra is treating everything as sacred. This is using the ordinary as a way to attain the extra-ordinary, the mundane to find the supra-mundane. It is also using the senses to get past the senses. This comes out of a tradition which sees man not as sinner but as disguised divinity. Thus the process is one of discovering or perhaps remembering our true nature. Tantra is not an easy path or necessarily a joyful one - especially in the early stages. It is not easy to see all the pain and suffering in our lives as sacred too and embrace it lovingly. Eventually however we may see the purpose of these things and find that the pain just falls away. The human experience is played out over much more than a single lifetime. We have total free will throughout the process and yet we keep being offered exactly what we need. Sometimes what is offered will be painful, sometimes joyous and sometimes both or sometimes neither. Most of the action is occurring over multiple lifetimes and we shift roles such that everything is balanced at the end. The personality does not reincarnate, the soul does but each personality is shaped by all of our past experience, particularly by our recent experience and especially by our outstanding karma. As an aside, this provides an explanation for homosexuality. Souls can reincarnate as either sex but will often have a string of lives as one sex or the other. The first opposite lifetime will still feel the energy of having been the other sex. At some places in the spiritual journey it will be proper and indeed helpful to embrace one of the various gay/lesbian/etc. lifestyles and at other times it will be best to avoid them. As in most of life there are no simple answers here. This is another call to be mindful. As we become aware of the larger picture we find that we travel in groups and we often (I suspect usually - if not almost always.) manage to find each other. It is generally safe to assume that everyone who is significant in your life is someone you have known before and at least part of your interactions are shaped by past life events. There are often karmic ties between parents and the people their children are dating or otherwise in relationships with. Generally, we bring some amount of past life baggage but that baggage can be pleasant as well as painful. That baggage often takes the form of karma. For most of our spiritual journey karma, the unfinished story, that which we have unbalanced, that which looks like debts and credits but really isn't, will predominate. At other times our mission will come to the fore. Sometimes the mission is quite mundane, such as being the parent of a specific other soul, or helping another soul with a specific lesson and at other times the scope may be more expansive, all the way to world changing. As we setup a new lifetime we often collaborate with one or more other souls about what we want to accomplish in the next lifetime. The soul or souls know the mission but the personalities, in general, do not. The personality does receive hints from the soul but is free to ignore or misinterpret those hints. Usually these hints are quite subtle and give us no reason to believe that they are hints about our mission. Both our fears and our fascinations often have a past life/ karmic/ dharmic basis. One thing about karma. Most of the time we are creating much more 'good' karma, if we want to characterize it that way, than 'bad' karma. However, we tend to burn it off mindlessly while being much more aware of and mindful about our negative karma. Life is much more beautiful when we decide to live mindfully, all the time. Another aspect to all of this is that when we first step into a path of spiritual awareness we sense the power in it and the love. There is a tendency to believe that everything is now going to work out just fine, our problems will all disappear. In reality it is working just fine but our problems have not disappeared. Sometimes they seem to get worse. Our problems are often our tools of spiritual exploration - we need them. Also our soul is aware of our karmic imbalances, they are uncomfortable for the soul. As we move onto a spiritual path the soul tries harder to clear karma because it knows we can now do so even though we haven't developed the wisdom to clear it painlessly. This aspect is generally quite temporary. Our missions are each unique, as different 'as day and night.' Sex is often a way of bringing us together with those we need to work with. Our employment is another. I believe that most marriages, in fact most relationships in general, are karmic workshops. Sometimes we resolve our karmas and sometimes we add to them. The interactions may be lifelong or they may be quite short. They may be very intense or not. If they are karmic in nature they may or may not be loving. Dharmic relationships are more apt to be very loving but not always sexual. At the level of soul it is all loving but the personality often won't see that. When we meet for the first time as personalities there is often some level of subconscious recognition. Sometimes that recognition is conscious instantaneously and sometimes it develops over time. Note: We do choose our parents but younger souls receive a great deal of help and guidance in making their decisions while older souls have great freedom in their choices. Older souls do not necessarily have easier lives than younger ones. Different soul ages will have very different goals in terms of how they live their lives. Young souls like to make lots of karma as a learning tool while old souls want to minimize karma generation. Sometimes an old soul will just want to tie up their loose ends and leave the human classroom behind. At other times an old soul will be working to advance the spiritual growth either of the individuals he or she is interacting with or reaching out to be more general. Some old souls are here strictly to act as teachers and guides. Be thankful if you have one in your life. We find that we really love all the souls we are traveling with and that fear and hate are just part of the illusion, created to make the game more interesting. This is a subtle point but an important one: Souls will often volunteer to take on a painful role as a way of helping another soul in their journey. At the highest levels of our being we are actually all one anyway. Sex comes into this picture as a powerful force to'stir the pot.' \---------- So, what is sacred sex? That question can be answered many ways, but one answer is something like this (from "Driving in Snow"): _The conversation slowly morphed into a discussion of sex and some aspects of it's role in a spiritual universe._ _Connie_ [who, at this point, is a virgin] _was surprised by this discussion. All she had ever been told related sex with sin. The idea that sex, especially sex outside of marriage, could be sacred was new to her._ _She asked: "Just what is sacred sex?"_ _I answered: "Having sex in a way that increases your spiritual awareness and/or that of your partner."_ _Connie responded: "That simple?"_ _Mary replied: "If only it were that simple."_ _I said: "If you can really see your partner as a spiritual being in human form and see sex as a way of expressing love for that being, as a way of honoring that being then this can create a profound connection between self as personality and self as spirit. Perhaps I can put it better by saying: Creating an awareness of the unity between self as personality and self as spirit, self as divinity._ _A big part of this is intention. If you approach the act as a celebration of life, a celebration of self and partner as spiritual beings, even as Gods or united as God, then it can and does become sacred. For most people however the shift to considering self as spirit, becoming aware of self as spirit, is a huge leap. The energy of Eros can push in that direction or act to block it according to our true intention._ A funny story, in some ways perhaps a tragic one: I once called my first love a 'Goddess' and she objected saying: 'Oh, Don't put me on a pedestal.' She said it in a way that I felt attacked such that I did not or maybe could not explain that I was calling her a Goddess because she was making me feel like a God. I think that at that time I was feeling Godlike more as a recognition of Godlike power rather than Godlike virtue, Godlike wisdom, Godlike Teh. Maybe if I had had even a little more wisdom I would have been able to explain where I was coming from. Maybe if I had been able to explain this it would have changed our dynamic in a way that would have allowed us to stay together, maybe not. Small things often have large consequences. I need to make a point here: Virtue is very different from morality. Virtue is based in love while morality is based in fear. That fear may be as fear of God as judge or as fear of what others will think of you or of what you will think of yourself. But ultimately, morality is doing what man says is appropriate. Virtue is doing what our soul knows is appropriate and with full acceptance of the consequences. Teh is living to the highest in our nature. Teh makes all of life sacred, specifically including sex if we so choose. Remember: Sex symbolizes creativity and creation. It also is a powerful way of expressing love." This increase in spiritual awareness will often take the form of a conscious mystical experience. I have even experienced waking visions of past lives - very like dreams but I was wide awake. At other times it may be quite subtle. Sometimes new insights will show up as 'knowings,' new knowledge which appears almost as memories. The first time I saw my first love nude was both a sexual experience and a mystical one but I did not recognize the mystical part at the time, only a very strong feeling of love for her. Sacred sex is first and foremost a celebration of life and a celebration of love. It is reaching to touch the best in the beloved with the best in self. In this the sex as sex is just a tool, a means to a greater end, a means to create beauty. An interesting thought: What is God? God is that which creates beauty. In my story Matt experienced a different form of psychic sex with each of the three sisters. I've never experienced any of them, except in my imagination, although I do believe that that kind of thing does occasionally really happen. If it does, it can lead to huge increases in spiritual awareness. It can also be a trap if you then think of yourself as special, as someone extra holy. The point becomes that we are indeed holy but so is everybody else. Likewise it can draw you deeper into the illusion or help you penetrate it. Yet (again from "Driving in Snow" with Matt speaking on his last night in the Wells home): _I talked about all that had happened and what was likely to follow, how the feelings of euphoria, of bliss would fade away, we would go back to normal. Later the psychic stuff was likely to fade away too, but that the love was real, our history together was real, and how this week had made me much more aware in terms of experience that I was really a spiritual being living as a human, how we were all spiritual beings working together, loving together to unfold a beautiful experience._ _We continued discussing how we were becoming aware of how this lifetime fit into a much larger picture. We were starting to appreciate the incredible beauty of that larger picture._ _..._ _I pointed out that: "Tantra is ultimately about using sensation to move past sensation. As wonderful as Tantric sex is eventually we need to let it fall away but that we should not try to get past it by force of will. Instead when we, as personality, become sufficiently integrated with the upper parts of our being, it will cease to be important. Eventually it may just fall away effortlessly._ Exploring past lives can be very helpful. It can explain a great deal and by so doing heal a great many emotional wounds. There can be great beauty in seeing the larger picture but only if you can look at your past with detachment. There can be a huge trap in getting caught up in past life guilt. _The girls seemed comfortable with all of this but Mary seemed to be in overload. Mary was playing with some past life guilt._ _I responded: "Remember that a past life is a different personality and it is the personality that makes the choices which creates the karma. Our present personality is different, even though it may be shaped by the sum of all of our past lives. We need to look at the choices made by past lives with compassion, but with detachment, and understand that karma is not punishment but a chance to choose again, to choose more wisely, a chance to restore balance. We do not suffer now because of bad karma, karma only sets the stage. We suffer now because of the choices we are making now. We are free to choose to live without suffering. Doing that, however, means being in complete sync with our soul and our soul's purpose. If and when we achieve that complete synchronization we don't need to be here anymore. Until we get there, different choices merely mean different future problems to face. We need to remember: What the personality sees as a problem, the soul sees as a project, a way to explore and by exploring grow in wisdom. So there is no need for guilt."_ There is a second side to that coin however. It is very easy to rationalize and by so doing miss the whole point. Justifying karma generally does not clear it, accepting it, on the other hand, may well clear it. There can be profound learnings in getting past these justifications. It takes courage to explore your karmic history. If you find out about a karmic debt it is important to face it and not run from it. It is best to come to it with compassion for everyone involved. A 'tooth for a tooth' is generally not a good idea. I believe that any karma can be resolved painlessly for all involved if we bring enough wisdom to the situation. \---------- Spiritual sex seems tied to unconditional love. Does unconditional love tend to lead to spiritual sex or is it the other way around? It may well be that they tend to be mutually arising. It is easy to love when things are going right and to assume that that love is unconditional. The test comes when things aren't going right. This can be anything from something trivial such as a minor disagreement with your spouse, to overhearing creaking bed springs and knowing that it is your best friend screwing the love of your life, or staying married to a partner who does not wish to have sex with you. It can even be the Tibetan Buddhist nun talking about her years of torture at the hands of the Chinese, saying that the most difficult part of the ordeal was not hating them. Unconditional love requires courage, wisdom and integrity. It entails loving appropriately where what is appropriate comes from an inner 'knowing' rather than a set of external rules. It is living and loving in full acceptance of the consequences of one's choices. It is also living without expectations, living fearlessly, living harmlessly, living compassionately, living in the flow. Nonetheless sometimes unconditional love will manifest as 'tough love.' It is living with reverence. Not reverence for some external God but with reverence for the God within. Then taking the experience of being the God within and reflecting it out into the universe so that everything and everyone becomes sacred. It is bringing the fullness of your nature to bear in relationship and inviting your partner to do the same. I use the word 'inviting' deliberately - No more and no less. \--------- My conclusion is that sacred sex is possible but not easy. Likewise it will be something that you relax into rather than force. Miracles happen when we allow them. **Thank you for taking the time to read this essay. I look forward to comments, questions and discussion. I hope that this essay will encourage those who feel so inclined to write further essays exploring this subject or write more stories exploring sacred sexuality.**

**All events depicted in this story are purely fictional and all characters are over 18 years old.** **This story is a continuation of "Ashley, Spanked Briefly", which I recommend reading first** *** It's been a while since Charles Anderson, a professor at a renowned academia, spanked his student, Ashley Bouchard, during recess in an attempt at shocking the girl with hands-on methods of discipline, once all the verbal and written reprimands failed to have any effect. Little did he know his treatment affected the poor girl in more ways than he could imagine... *** The moment Ashley returned to the classroom, she just sat down silently at her desk, trying not to look at anyone. Her face was still burning with shame and guilt; no less guilty thrill was still burning in her loins. On her buttcocks a hot, stinging feeling remained; now, as she was forced to sit on the very source of her shame, amongst her unaware colleagues, the girl couldn't focus on anything other than how her body reacted. They knew Anderson asked her to stay for recess, but could they tell, just by looking at her...? The bell rang, another class began. The pain became more sour, somewhat dull; her unrelieved arousal rendered her privates numb but still swollen. The state she was in, Ashley deemed insane - how could all those weird feelings remain for so long? Something was still calling all the girl's attention to the unwarranted, hot, sticky pulsation between her legs she kept crossed under her desk. Why was she still horny? Ashley remained horny even after the pause started and she could finally keep her sore butt off the chair. Standing by the window, shyly, away from her classmates, Ashley's mind kept wandering off to the rhythm of the strikes Mr Anderson landed on her ass. She felt so helpless and vulnerable back then, really wanting the man to let her go -- now she felt utterly perverted, grounded in reality of being still at school and still a student of a man who witnessed her moan and squirm to the punishment he was right to give her. She enjoyed the way Anderson made her feel: just a little brat, at his mercy, hot and bothered, craving his dick but too ashamed to say anything other than "I'm sorry, sir". Oh, she deserved the trashing he gave her so well. She might be wrong in seeing it that way, but she couldn't help or deny the way it made her feel. But what was she supposed to do about it now, other than dying from shame and never coming to school again? Soon the pause was over and Ashley had to sit on her very sorry ass yet again, trying not to raise any suspicion. Getting in trouble with any other teacher was the last thing she wanted. Waves of shame and guilty arousal washed over her interchangeably during those agonizing forty-five minutes. She survived somehow. Finally, she was free to go. Sore and soaking wet, Ashley entered the bathrooms, completely empty at such a late hour. Standing in a stall, she reached under the folds of her skirt, closed her eyes and rubbed through the soft cloth of her panties, too ashamed to outwardly masturbate. To masturbate at school. To masturbate after having her ass thoroughly spanked, crying like a little girl. Crying like a little girl while laying across a man's legs, having her wet panties pulled down to receive even more pain and humiliation. Pain and humiliation that turned her on so, so much she could barely take it. Yielding under the man's hand, protesting only the mounting pain but nothing else. Pretending it's the pain that bothered her the most. A dirty little liar, little brat. She shaved her pussy clean the day before as if she knew what would happen and hoped for far more. A dirty little slut. Turned on by all the wrong things, playing a saint, touching herself at school like a pervert. If only Mr Anderson knew... Ashley felt her legs shaking. Never before had her arousal grow so quickly from such velvet touches. The girl withdrew her hand when she was dangerously close to having an orgasm. Despite bold mind, she was too ashamed and stressed to climax in public -- she didn't deserve it anyway. *** It took about a week of cooling down for Ashley to dare typing "schoolgirl spanking" into a search bar on the porn sites she frequented. It's not like she never looked up perverted themes like this before; it just felt so weird now, after her fantasies came back to bite her in the ass, figuratively and literally. Did she sound so indecent like the girls in the videos, too? Could Mr Anderson see her pussy from behind, even though she kept her legs closed? Did he like what he was seeing? Could her moans, maybe, even if just a little bit, wake some arousal in him? Just like his strength and ruthlessness tugged at her strings despite her will... Ashley kept playing the situation over again in her head. Every time the memory overlapped with a daydream, getting spicier in details, each richer in action and subtext: Ashley Bouchard, a model student, turning out to be a total disgrace to the school's name. Suspended, whispered about. Spanked repeatedly to tears in secret. Deceived into sucking a cock to avoid punishment. Seduced into total submission. Molested, finally violated on a teacher's desk. Orgasming against her will. There she was, on her bed, half-dressed in her school uniform, mewling into her pillow, riding another one, sometimes gasping with fingers inside her pussy, sometimes edging herself into quiet, quivering orgasm. Her imagination was powerful enough, but Ashley still enjoyed watching a girl flail helplessly in a man's lap. One thing disheartened her, though: rarely, if ever, those videos ended in... more. How could those men just send the girls away? Let them stand in the corner with their asses sore and in the open, and then just let them leave? Wasn't it cruel? Wasn't it... strange? How could a man not be turned on by this so badly he just couldn't help himself? Those poor girls...! Ashley had to reconcile with the fact she was such a huge pervert that even porn wasn't there to fulfil her dirty fantasies. She simply had to suffer her fate. When a video like this ended, Ashley usually imagined the girl - or herself - being told to stay in place. Be quiet, don't move. Then, being entered from behind against the desk she was spanked on. Wriggling and sobbing to no end, finally filled up how she secretly craved it. Sometimes it was violent and forceful, fueled by lust and anger. Sometimes it was just training in obedience and service. The days passed by -- although quiet and well-behaved at school, Ashley was consumed with self-reflection. There was that one boy who asked her out before. She grew so horny recently and very curious about manhood. Yet, was it fair to date him? She wasn't concerned about the guy guy, though -- how could she date anyone if the one who she kept dreaming about was Mr Anderson? She was attracted to this man ever since she started high school. She started as a secret admirer, always prepared, staring intently, taking in every word and every gesture. He had no interest in his students, seemingly, always keeping distance, despite terse words of price and encouragement he delivered. Her unrequited desire rendered Ashley bitter and annoyed over the years, as she had to face him twice a week. She knew he could never date her. Even if it was only for sex, if she tried her hardest to seduce him, it just wouldn't happen. She heard he was divorced. There was no way a man of his age and wisdom could be into her: a self- centered girl with a baby face, someone he got paid to teach things so obvious to him. With the end of the school year she was probably never going to see him again -- that would be the end. Fantasizing about her teacher, Ashley used to be shy even in her own head. She thought that once she imagined a scene too sexually explicit, she wouldn't be able to scramble it away from her mind anymore. Recently, she freed herself from such doubts. Even in her fantasy world, Ashley wanted the blame to be on the guy. It was a man in power, who was the one to force himself on a smaller, shy female. Ashley always liked the imagery. Yet, she had a hard time imagining Anderson being violent in any way -- demanding, yes, but not violent. Therefore Ashley had to imagine herself -- seductive, provocative, with cleavage and short skirts, and him -- staring, wanting to touch her, to fuck her, but trying to fight it for professional reasons. And somehow -- as she feared -- those frequent fantasies made Ashley behave bolder in real life. She managed, at least, to get his attention. She managed to make him mad, and it amounted to something. The image of him grew fuller. Now she could imagine him being forceful in a variety of ways. Now she knew how it felt to be exposed by him and knew how his hands felt on her body. However, it was still difficult to imagine a dick inside of her. She craved to know how it would feel to be entered, filled up, fucked, pounded. She expected it to hurt, and even if it would pose an obstacle, she didn't mind. She wanted a man -- the man -- to make her cry; she wanted to plead and resist, even if just a little. The idea ripened inside her virgin mind and how her primal desires formed couldn't be helped anymore. Her life would be easier, Ashley thought, if she could get a dildo and prepare for the things never to come as she imagined: both to appease her thirst and to make her pussy fit for a pounding, if she ever was to get one. However, the circumstances of an eighteen year old living with her parents in a small house, with no income of her own, rendered it practically impossible. *** Ashley's only fully private time was when her parents worked night shifts, but it didn't happen very often. So when an opportunity presented itself with a certain date, Ashley decided to use it to the fullest. On her way home, she bought a condom and a cucumber of good length and reasonable girth, in the state of being a little too ripe for an average customer to pay it any mind, but perfect for her desperate needs. Once home, she didn't take her school attire off fully: she only put her jacket away. She washed the cucumber in hot water, kneading it. She took it upstairs and put the condom on it, putting it away for nowthen sat straight on her desk's chair. Phone in her hands, Ashley started to search for something to set her into a proper mood. First video: a girl's ass sticking out, her cheeks peeking from under her skirt, all while she lays across a man's lap on the bed. Long hair covers her face and the man is out of the view. He starts spanking the girl and her skirt rides up her back. She sighs a little but takes it well; it's a deliberate punishment. Ashley couldn't wait to see the girl losing it, but sat through the whole progression without skipping. The girl's ass reddens up and Ashley hears first whimpers; after a cut the man rolls her panties out of the way, her ass pink all around. Once he hits -- and damn, he hits hard -- the girl squeals and starts to fidget in her position. Ashley started to feel tingling between her legs. The girl gasps for air, the man's hand makes her poor, sore asscheeks bounce. He makes her apologise while she sobs, then sends her away. Second video, after some searching around: a girl taken from behind in a -- probably -- public bathroom. Her blouse is rolled above her tits, her pants are down. Both faces out of the frame, no talking: just the sounds and the motions. The guy holds up her leg and enters her. He starts fucking her slowly; soon his full lenght is going in and out; Ashley watched the motion, hypnotized. The girl has a hard time keeping it quiet and calm, but her body is secured tight in place for the guy who slams into her. He makes those grinding, long moves that make Ashley feel wet, ready and curious. The guy cums inside his girl and the video ends with cutting off. Ashley exhaled. She felt quite ashamed of what she was going to do; since she could remember, masturbating with a cucumber was a running joke for all her classmates growing up. And there she was, about to do it. *** The girl closed the curtains in her room; the only source of light was a small lamp in the corner. She unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it onto the bed, then removed her bra. Her pleated school skirt and white socks stayed on. Leaning on her desk, she slid down her underwear, then sat further back. It felt awkward -- but that's what she imagined while planning all of this. She drew one leg up and opened wide. Here it goes. Ashley fingered herself before many times, it couldn't be much of a hussle. It was exciting -- something new and somewhat shameful. With her spit, she moistened the cucumber's head, then teased herself up and down, up and down. Nothing too pleasurable, but the girl could feel the yearning growing in her clit. Once she knew where to aim to get it inside, she closed her eyes and pushed. The head was wide and hard; it needs a little adjustment and a little extra stir. She breathed in and out, shakily, pushing some more. Her insides felt already full, even though she managed to take maybe two inches in. The way her pussy stretched around something going in felt weird but rewarding. From above she could see her clit peeking out; oh, she was not going to touch it. Slowly, her hand started to move the cucumber in and out. It felt good -- and better with every quicker thrust. Her left hand gripped the edge of the desk. Breathing through an opened mouth, Ashley threw her head back and let her imagination run the show. His cock felt so hard inside her, moving so fast. He paid no attention to her needy clit. That's how hard and greedy she made him. She knows he's going to fuck her for hours until she's a mess, driven by sweet revenge -- or until someone walks in. He didn't spank, although he threatened to do so. But she was a good girl this time, willing to obey. Willing to do anything to avoid a spanking. She begged him not to do it. Then he looked at her with gracious pity and reached under her skirt, yanking her underwear down. She was already wet when he sat her up on his desk and opened her legs for good access. She looked down, with fear in her eyes, at his hands opening the flyer of his trousers and the shaft that sprung from his boxers. She was so wet when he aimed his cock at her pussy. "You wanted it all along," he said, pushing into her and immidiately starting to fuck her. He ordered her to keep quiet, but how could she? In the real world, Ashley simply rammed the cucumber into her pussy until her muscles trembled as she moaned guttural, lusty sounds. Her climax was close. If she was to rub her clit, she knew she was going to burst and collapse. She rode the cucumber, rocking her hips. How more convenient it would be, if it was someone else fucking into her! But she wasn't giving up. Fighting for air, she pushed up from the inside, giving her clit the best without touching it. A few times she convulsed, almost there, fucking herself hastily, stopping while holding her breath: every time she was almost, almost, ALMOST there. It was torture -- and Ashley loved every minute of it. "Please, please, please..." she moaned to herself, or whatever power was responsible for giving her an orgasm. The power didn't listen to her pleas, however. As she was growing tired, Ashley decided to put one finger above her clit and push down gently, only as much as it was necessary. It didn't take much pressure or time to send Ashley into a fit of desperate cries, following a shiver and an intense squeeze her pussy gave the delightfully hard object inside her. *** Coming down from cloud nine, Ashley climbed down from her desk. She removed her skirt and tossed it away, now only wearing her socks. She moved onto her bed, where she lay amidst scrambled pieces of her clothing and pillows. What an orgasm! She should treat herself one like this more often. Even though she could feel her insides burning a little now, it was totally worth it. Ashley reached for her phone and lazily scrolled through her porn feed: it was either girls getting fucked or spanked. Idly she skipped from video to video until she could feel arousal growing in her again. This time she made it quick, with a hand between her tights, rubbing her clit relentlessly until she came. Then, without stopping -- although at first it felt somewhat unpleasant and with her privates so weary already, a little painful -- she rubbed with her whole palm until she came again. After three orgasms in total and two in a row, Ashley couldn't quiet her breathing. Instinctively, she wanted to have another one -- and another, and another. Her body gave up, though, and the girl fell into a nap, from which she woke up sobered up, although sweaty, with her privates still throbbing with a strange, numb sensation. It was night time already; she must have slept for approximately two hours. With mind still hazy, Ashley reached for her improvised toy. Her hands felt her naked body up. Horny was all what she was. Hungry, yet tired. Sensitive and perverted, craving pain and torment. One hand teased her opening to make it wet again, the other teased her nipple. Ashley licked the tip of the cucumber and pressed it down. Her clit hurt when touched directly; the toy slipped lower and Ashley pushed it inside again. This time she met more resistance; her body didn't seem as willing and needy as before. Ashley indulged in playing with the circumstances -- with two inches filling her from the inside, she rubbed her stretched clit gently in slow intervals, prodding, playing with pain, until her imagination flourished again. It wasn't any kind of scenario -- rather pure yearning for sensations and movements. She pushed the cucumber further, slowly but surely, grunting loudly and whining as she forced herself to take an imaginary dick. It didn't grant her pussy so much pleasure as before, yet Ashley enjoyed pushing the edge of discomfort, focusing on how deep her toy went and how insanely full it made her feel. If only she had a vibrator that she could put against her clit now... or rather, if someone could fill her up with his dick, restrain her, then put a vibe against her; she would squirm against the man forcing her to stay on his dick until he could feel her pussy squeeze an orgasm out of him. "Oh, it hurts..." Ashley mumbled to herself and to this both imaginary and real torment. "Ugh..." Her hips rocked chaotically as she struggled to cum in unfamiliar situation. It felt good and horrible at the same time. She felt full and almost fed up, not really close to a climax but rather close to crying. Was she drawing herself crazy? Perhaps, but she couldn't stop. Louder and louder, Ashley cried, moaned and groaned, thrashing around on her bed. "It hurts so bad..." she mused softly, her hips in the air, "please, I can't cum anymore...!" Eventually, she had to stop. Her hands grew so tired. The cucumber slipped out of her; Ashley laid down on her side, panting, regaining composure. She just needed someone to fuck her like this. Was it so much to ask? She stood up, all wobbly and dazed. It felt funny to walk; in a way she felt still full, yet frustrated. She dressed herself and walked down to throw the evidence of her crime into the trash bin outside. Her parents would be home soon. It was better to just take a shower and go to sleep. And when Ashley stood in the shower, hot water hitting her skin, she didn't think much. Except, maybe, she thought that Mr Anderson had all the reasons to belt her ass now. And even if he didn't know that, she had to get him to do it somehow. Being gay and a golfer would be easier if I were a woman. There doesn't seem to be a shortage of lesbian players around, but gay men and golf doesn't mix for some reason. But I love to play the game, and I always walk. It makes for great exercise and carrying my clubs up and down the hills does wonders for my legs. I would have to say that my legs are my best feature. They are long and lean. I'm 6 foot, but only around 160 pounds. Far from masculine, and I enjoy being a bottom. But one advantage my frame allows is a long swing and I can hit the ball a ton. But as the old saying goes 'You drive for show and putt for dough.' My short game leaves a lot to be desired, but I have always enjoyed playing golf and when I do get the wedge and putter going I can post some low numbers. My job allows me to play in the middle of the week. I work until noon on Thursdays, and again until noon on Saturdays. It works out very well. Having the afternoons off in the middle of the week breaks up the monotony, and going in on Saturday morning is not a problem. I work as a payroll analyst and being in the office alone is very peaceful. As I said earlier, I am not masculine. Not a flaming cross dresser, but I do enjoy wearing something a little softer. As I see it, my sexuality is my business, and as long as I don't advertise it no one is going to hassle me. So if I can wear something a little racy and pink underneath when I'm at work I don't see anything that should be stopping me. When I'm out on the course I love wearing a thong. It feels like I don't have anything at all on underneath. But I do wonder what would happen if some of my fellow golfers found out my little secret. Golf is a game where it is just you against the course, but it is also a social game where playing with other people makes the game that much better. This particular Thursday afternoon I was looking forward to getting out to the course to play. It was absolutely beautiful. Sunny, with clear blue skies and around 78 degrees. I'm normally a fair skinned guy but since I am out in the sun so much I have a nice tan. And time in the tanning booth evens it out all over. I have a membership and after signing in at the pro shop I headed to the practice green. As I was trying to get my short game I noticed a guy head up from the parking lot. He was gorgeous. Brown hair, about 6'2, and nice legs as well. But this is a golf course. There is no way he is gay, so I may as well put that out of my mind. As I approached the 1st tee I noticed that he was heading that way too. Looks like he was going to be my playing partner for the day. Having to look at him was going to make it tough to concentrate on golf today. He walked up and extended his hand. "I'm David. They told me inside you are a single as well. Care for some company today?" "Not at all. I'm Mark. Nice to meet you, David." I'm pretty sure he caught me staring but once again I just put it out of my head. It looked like we had a wait as there was a threesome in front of us, but since they were riding they shouldn't hold us up. As we were waiting David broke the ice. "This is my first time here. Do you know the way around?" "I'm a member. And it's easy. Just follow the cart path. You play much? "Normally Saturdays and Sundays back home, but my new job brought me here. I'm starting on Monday and I wanted to get as much golf in as possible." Turns out we are about the same on the course. Both of us carry a 7 handicap, and David has gotten to play more than me lately. So I figured a friendly wager was in order. "If you feel up to it, playing a course for the first time, wanna play for drinks at the 19th Hole?" David gave me a sly grin. "Are you trying to hustle me?" I just grinned back. "If I was, you would never know what hit you." We decided to play for a Beer Nassau. One beer for the score on the front nine, one beer for the back, and one for the full 18. We finally got a chance to tee off, and David hit first. I must say that he has excellent form, and he can swing the club well too. It was going to be a lot of fun, and I'm sure the 3 beers I was going to lose at the end of the day was going to be worth it. We made our way around and I was having as much fun as I ever had. Yes, he was gorgeous, but also one of the nicest guys I've met. He just moved to the area, was single, never married and no kids. The thought of asking him about his sexuality was never a concern. If mine is not up for discussion, then his shouldn't be either. We made our way around, and our scores were close. I bogeyed the 8th hole, and lost the front side by 1. I was beginning to believe that those 3 beers were lost for good but I birdied the 16th and 17th holes and halved the back. Considering that looking at David all day was more important to me than what I shot I'd have to say that losing by 1 shot and only having to settle up for 2 beers was a successful day. As we were sitting at the bar I caught myself staring at David. Because I caught him staring at me. Awkward pauses are aptly named. Could I be so lucky that he was gay AND attracted to me? I soon found out. David broke the silence. "Since we seem to be finished at the 19th Hole, want to continue with dinner at the 20th Hole. My place is just down the road form here about a mile or so." I just smiled and said "I'd love to." I got in my car and followed David to his place. He had a very nice house in a new subdivision, and it didn't look like there were too many neighbors around. I walked up behind him to the door and as he opened it and I entered, he closed the door and kissed me. Our tongues soon met and the passion was like I've never felt before. I felt his hands move over my back and down to my ass. He pulled me close and I could feel the growing bulge in his shorts. I could not wait any longer to have him. We broke our kiss and I asked "When did you know I was gay?' David gave a little chuckle. "On the 3rd tee. I caught a glimpse of you pink thong as you bent over to tee up." I think I must have turned 6 shades of red. But David gently brushed my cheek and it helped to settle me down. "When I saw the thong, and knowing that a straight man wouldn't be wearing that on a golf course, I wanted you then. I don't know how I played as well as I did." David took my hand, and led me through the living room. He made a path to the bathroom and said "I think we could both use a shower now." David moved his hands up underneath my shirt and lifted it off. As he did his hands caught my nipples with his thumbs and I felt like I was on fire. I pulled his shirt off and looked at the Adonis that was before me. His physique was perfect. It didn't seem to have any flaws, and I could not wait to explore every inch of him. He reached down and pulled my shorts off, leaving me only in my pink thong. I go tout of my socks and was ready to take my panties off and he said "No, not yet." He took a step back and removed the rest of his clothes. His cock was beautiful. 9 inches long, thick and perfectly straight. We stood there completely nude, except for my pink thong. David walked up and put his arms around me. He then whispered "Mark, will you be my girl?" "Yes, David. I'm your girl." He then hooked his thumbs around the waistband of the thong and slowly pulled them down. When they were at my knees he let them fall to my ankles, and I kicked the away. We climbed into the shower and soon the hot water enveloped us. He held me close and kissed me again. The heat from the shower was nothing compared to the heat we were generating. My hands made their way to his cock, and I had to have him. One thing I've always wanted to do was suck a cock in a shower. I kissed my way down his chest, and in no time I had his cock in front of me. I kissed the head, and slowly swirled my tongue around it. I heard a soft moan escape from David, and I was ready. I took him in and worked my way up his shaft. David put his hands behind head and pulled me closer. As big as he is I had no trouble taking it all in. Soon I had my nose buried in his pubic hair, and I started to work up and down. David started to buck, and he was fucking my mouth with abandon. I could sense his orgasm building, and grabbing his ass I pulled him towards me as I took him all the way down. I never thought he would stop cumming. And I don't know how I kept from spilling any of his juice. I pulled off him, and licked the cum off of his cock. I stood back up and kissed him again. We cleaned each other from top to bottom, and the feeling of his hands moving over me was almost too much to handle. When he reached for my 6" cock and began to stroke it I came all over the side of the shower. We got out and dried each other off. David led me to his bed, and I was ready for him. I laid down on my back and my legs instinctively spread open for my lover. David got on top and reached for some lube he had in a dresser next to the bed. After working it in my ass and over his cock he placed the head at my entrance. I looked up at David and said "I want you." With that he entered me with one full thrust. I don't think I've ever been so filled with another man's cock, and I wanted it to last all day long. David picked up the pace, and he would pull back to the head and fuck me with long strokes. I could hear the lust in his voice. "God, you are so tight Mark. Your ass feels so good. I've wanted to fuck you all day long." I wrapped my legs around him like the girl I am, and I was meeting his thrusts by bucking back at him. I was in heaven and once again I could sense that David was about to cum. He picked up the pace and was fucking me harder and harder. With one full thrust me buried himself in to the hilt and I could feel his seed pouring into me. His cock was now covered in his own cum with the lube and he kept fucking me hard. I could not believe that after cumming for the second time in just a short while that he could stay so hard. After he emptied his cum in my ass, David pulled out and kissed me. This time it was a soft kiss that only lovers share. We held each other close, and fell asleep together. When we woke I could feel David getting hard again. This time I climbed on top and straddled his cock. I lowered myself on his rock hard shaft, and he slid completely inside of me. I fucked his cock like there was no tomorrow. After a while I felt my own orgasm building and I came the same time as David. I never felt the ecstasy of simultaneous orgasms, and when it happened I knew this was the man I wanted to be with. We finally got out of bed and showered again. This time David took me from behind and fucked me till my legs gave out. When we got out of the shower for the second time I looked at the clock and it was 11:30 pm. I looked at David and he said "It's a little late for dinner. Want to settle for breakfast in the morning?" I had scrambled eggs, bacon and orange juice.

_I don't know fully what to categorize this in. I just hope that you travel along the road I walk and enjoy my warped sense of erotica. It is after all just a story. Is it good or not, I don't know. Please enjoy. I accept all e-mails._ * * * * * Have you ever heard the story of Bloody Mary? The old folklore of the woman killed in such a horrid way that she now haunts those who call her name. Those that taunt her over and over again. I am sure once she was young and innocent. Maybe even naive. Now she is none of those. Her spirit still wanders searching for her killers. Who I am sure have long died of old age, if not foul play. I remember her from my childhood imaginary dreams. How we all would stare into the mirror standing in a darkened bathroom, calling her name for her to appear. She never did appear, not to me anyway. I was introduced to her, calling her name as a little boy. I stood in front of a mirror calling her name over and over and over again. Ten times in all. It was at an after school center that I went to. I was younger then my fourth grade son is now. It was a dare for us at that age. All those that entered the dark bathroom before me ran out screaming, claiming they saw her. I never did see her. Never, that is, until the last time I called her. Called her when I was too young to know what a mistake I was making. She didn't appear in the mirror as all claimed. No, not at all. She appeared behind me. As I was about to run out of the bathroom screaming, as I have done before, claiming to have seen her, I stopped. I should have screamed, but I couldn't. She looked at me and smiled. A smile like a someone would give when approving of how their lover looked. I wanted to scream but the simple touch of her bloody finger silenced all. She lightly placed her finger upon my lips, as you would your own self to shush another. I looked upon her visage. I blinked thinking I was seeing things. How I feared that I wasn't. Her appearance, a bloody mess. A dress once clean, beautiful, and immaculate was now tattered and incomplete. Her hair in disarray and disheveled, which should have made her unattractive, but didn't. Blood covered her. Long tresses no longer blonde. Their were patches where skin could be seen, even spots that showed a nice healthy flesh tone, but there was no mistake about it. She was killed in an untimely yet bloody cruel way. She was a mess, yet rather beautiful. What stood out most was her neck. Her throat in particular. It was missing, taking away her ability to speak. I was still able to hear her in my mind. I have heard stories on how bad she looked, never did I believe them. How could anyone be described in such a horrible despicable way? The flash of her emerald green eyes drew my attention. They were incandescent, and sparkled with such fire and brilliance. Her body was tight. Her breasts filled her dress quite well, pushing against the fabric, as if they were trying to escape. She spoke to me, as wing would whisper to a tree. She told me that I was to be hers as soon as I got a little bit older. She said that I was chosen. I didn't know for what. I remembered what she said for a long time, but as I grew older it slowly disappeared from my mind. So did she. Looking back I realized she watched me grow older. There were times when I would pass a mirror, I would have to look again. Did I see something? Of course I would look back and there would be nothing. Occasionally when I showered, the lights would shut off. Caused of course by some power shortage. At those times it felt like someone was on the other side of the shower curtain, patiently waiting. It was a feeling that I grew so accustomed to it became normal. No longer did I get the cold chills as if someone were sliding their nails slowly down my back. I even forgot that I had forgotten her. That faded too. When I next saw her, I was older, a lot older. She wasn't even a faded memory, she was forgotten. Then, as if everything was to happen at any special time, it was now. A word was spoken. My ears heard it not, but I did. It is a word that I promised never to say, never to utter, not even to a single solitary soul. I never did. Nor will I even for this story. I will however tell you what it meant for me when I heard this word. It meant she was ready, and in that instant everything I knew about Bloody Mary came rushing back into my head. I visually saw her, saw us, as if it were rehearsed, back when I was just a child. I heard her again. This time she said "You will remember." I was steps away from my bathroom when I had the urge to close my eyes. Doing so changed my surroundings. I could still see, see in a way I never thought possible. I was watching myself stand there, yet I felt myself stand there. My body's eyes were closed, but my soul looked on. I watched as her being stepped closer in the wide open space I was now in. She looked exactly as she had those some twenty years past. She was still beautiful, even though she was still wearing the same attire. She Stopped only when she was less than an arms length away. What happened next was like a car accident. It happened so quickly and there was nothing I could do to stop it. We stood, my eyes closed, hers open. My arms were lead by hers, and she wrapped them around her waist. I pulled her close to me with such force our bodies made a noise, much like slabs of meat being slammed against a table. Her lips pressed against mine. I could taste the blood that lingered on her tongue. I grew excited. My heart quickened, my blood spreading through my veins causing me to perspire. I felt like a man possessed by nothing less then pure lust. The kind you get that can not be controlled. A bed appeared behind her suddenly and without reason. It didn't matter though, I wanted her. I wanted her like I wanted no other. I had to drop my seed inside her. To thrust my manhood into her womb. Why should I try to figure out why a bed appeared when she was offering what I wanted? No, what I craved. Quite simply I needed to fill her like a whore. My fingers rushed through her hair, getting tangled in the bloody mess. She had the body of a girl just becoming a woman. Her dress held tight against her bosom. I knew her breasts would stand against gravity if she would remove her clothing. She must have died as a teenager. Everything was still peaking to perfection. How old her body was I will never know. It's not something that was on my mind. Only the constant throbbing of my hard dick that wanted to be inside her was what occupied my jumbled thoughts. I never understood why she never changed her appearance. I thought it was a trick that the dead could do, and after all, she was dead. I stepped forward pushing her back. We floated to the bed. We should have fallen but our bodies just seemed to crash like feathers. My tongue jabbed then fenced and even retreated when her onslaught grew rough. It only made me more excited. Moans escaped her lips as I pressed my hands upon her bosom. Her hands were upon my back. I could feel the wet texture of her life essence. Her blood never dried. It would drip from her body, but I didn't care. I wanted her, I wanted to be inside her. To fuck her like she never was before. In fact, I believe she died a virgin. That could possibly have been the very reason she died. She didn't want that taken from her. A gift for her true love. The years past and she became more lustful, and eager, like a bitch in heat. There was no foreplay, just hard core sex. I lowered my pants in one quick motion. There was no hesitance as they dropped to my ankles. My one arm wrapped around her and my other pulled her dress up above her waist. She did not resist. In fact hearing her in my head, she begged. I could wait no longer. I had to have her, to take her, to make her mine. Or me hers. After all it was she who first appeared to me. As I delved into her. Her nails, like talons, dug into my back. With each thrust of my hips my length and girth expanded. I could feel the tip of my cock against her inner flesh. The sensation was wet, unlike any that I have ever known. I knew that I bled her, I bled her fresh. It was an eerie shriek as she convulsed and thrashed in orgasm. My back was torn by her nails. We came together in one fluid motion. Her hips pressed against mine, our thrust matched our ferocity. Our minds connected and I was able to feel her climax and her mine. It crescendo till we peaked. My back bloody, as bloody as her body. I lied there in her embrace. Eyes still closed, but still watching. Blood and sperm mixing with sweat. It was intense. Even more intense then with anyone I have ever been with. My arms were wrapped around her in a lovers embrace. We were ear to ear, her breath so sweet on my neck. I heard her voice this time, not in my head, but with my own ears. I thrust back and opened my eyes in shock and surprise. I wanted to see her, but when I opened my eyes, she wasn't there. A sadness filled my heart. I was not in a bed with my concubine, I was standing in my hallway much like I was when I closed my eyes. I realized I must have been standing there the whole time. How sweet and real that illusion had been. Although I was sure this had been some sort of dream, my back was in pain. It felt like a searing heat was spreading. I stretched from elbow to shoulder trying to reach. When I pulled my hand away it was blotched with blood. I stretched again, more blood. How bad was it? I wandered into the bathroom feeling the fluid drip to my pants, pulling off my shirt as I went. I gazed into my reflection, my back was torn up. I still wear the scars to this day. What caught my eye though was not my reflection. It was what appeared to be a smudge. On closer examination it was the imprints of a kiss. Was it lipstick? Before I even finished that thought, I answered myself "No." I placed my thumb next to them. The lines showed clearly that bloody lips were pressed hard against it. I traced my thumb over it pretending that they were Mary's lips. It didn't smudge. She left me a memory, one that would never disappear. One that with only a glance at my mirror would remind me of the best sex I never had. Well, that and the occasional itch my back gives me. When I moved out, the print was still there. I tried cleaning it away, but the harder I scrubbed the more my scars hurt. It was as if she was telling me "Don't forget me." The complex I lived in tried cleaning it as well, trust me I know. My scars were hurting then too. I heard they even changed that mirror many, many times, with no avail. The lips always reappeared. I wouldn't be surprised that they are still there. After all it is difficult to clean the other side of the looking glass. She was after all a myth, a legend, no she was real. Just over time she became lost and simply became a folklore. One of the first things you learn in any high school psychology class is that Freud believed everyone's problems were the result of sexual repression. And one of the first things you learn in college psychology is that he was right and that other than things with direct medical causes, like schizophrenia, almost all mental health issues have sex as an underlying cause. So, a psychoanalyst like me spends most of his time trying to get his patients to open up about their sexual hang-ups. You know, their gender preferences, their fear of rejection and of course, Freud's favorites, how they feel about their mothers and fathers. Then, once you get them to open up, getting them to accept their desires and helping them to cope with them, if they can't be readily accepted. Unlike a lot of my colleagues though, I don't want my patients spending years in my care, while I try to get them to confide in me. I'm more interested in helping them get on with their lives, than in keeping my appointment books and bank account full. So, I use a little hypnosis in my sessions, both to get them to open up quicker, and to reinforce the solution to their problems. But, while I'm ethical in not fleecing their bank accounts with long drawn out therapy, I've recently started crossing the line by using some of my patients to take care of my own sexual needs. I mean, if hypnosis can get them to admit that they want to fuck their fathers, it can also make them believe that I am that father temporarily, and get them to act out those desires with me, right? That's what makes hypnosis so dangerous and why all professional hypnotherapists must be licensed and properly trained. Because, while you can't make someone do something under hypnosis that they wouldn't do when awake, you can fool them into thinking they are doing one thing when they are doing something else that's similar. And you can make them believe that the person they are doing something to, is actually someone they want to do it with. Which is why it speeds up my therapies, since I just have to make them believe I'm someone they can trust their secrets to. And why I can get them to have sex with me, by making them think I'm actually the person they've been dreaming about fucking. The only real problem, is learning enough about that other person, to play the part, because any actions that are too different will cause the patient to slowly awaken from their trance. And why I never make the attempt until I know enough about their fantasy person to risk trying to act like them. My first attempt at sexual hypnosis, and how I know it works, was with a girlfriend I had in my sophomore year at the university, named Allison. She was open to almost everything sexually, and I never had any complaints about what we did in bed. But, she had one major fantasy that I wasn't comfortable with, and that was to have a threesome with another guy. And, since she'd already fulfilled mine of having one with two girls, her and her friend Stacy, me not being willing to make hers come true, was putting a strain on our relationship. So, I cheated by hypnotizing her, and making her believe that my thumb was a guy named Bob, and my middle finger was one named Rick. Then, while she was sucking me, I slid Bob into her pussy, and Rick into her tight asshole and fucked her with those, while making her believe there were three of us there. Then, after I came in her mouth, I rubbed some of her pussy juice on my own cock, and had her suck me again, as Bob, while he took my place in her ass, and Rick moved to her cunt. And finally, after rubbing both fingers all over my cock, to give it the right taste, I had her suck me a third time as Rick, while my fingers filled her other holes again. In the morning, I expected her to figure out that it hadn't been real, especially since the voices I'd used for Rick and Bob had been lame at best. Instead, she was appropriately loving and appreciative for my having made her fantasy come true. And, she treated me like a king for almost a whole month, until it all fell apart, when she asked for something I couldn't give her. That was a repeat of what we'd done with the two guys, only this time, she wanted Stacy there too, so they could lick each other, and us, between fuck sessions. But, while she initially accepted the excuse that I'd been so uncomfortable during the first time, that I didn't think I could go through with it again, our relationship lasted less than two months after that. And while I dated many other girls before I got my masters degree, I never used the same trick on them that I'd used on her. She, on the other hand, went on to become the main attraction at a few fraternity gang bangs, until she finally hooked up with one of her professors, who had no problem providing the swinging lifestyle she obviously craved. When I started my internship, while working on my doctorate, I also perfected the ethical uses for hypnosis. Meaning using it to get to the root of a patient's problems quicker, and to give post hypnotic suggestions that made it easier for them to implement the necessary changes in their lives. Even though it had been almost 10 years since Allison, I was already a board certified psychiatrist and a licensed hypnotherapist for two years before I was tempted to use hypnosis sexually again. And, it wasn't for my own sexual gratification then either, it was because I felt it was the only way to really help a patient of mine named Sarah. Sarah was a cute and shy 24 year old, brought in by her father, for what he thought were grief issues over the loss of her mother 5 years before. She'd quit college after her mother's fatal accident, to help her father get through it all. But, while he was ready to move on, Sarah had dedicated herself to keeping everything in their life the same as it was when her mother had been alive. Worst of all though, besides her not getting on with her own life, she refused to let him get on with his, and was an emotional wreck for weeks afterwards, if he went on a date with anyone. So, what he needed me to do was get his daughter to accept the fact that her mother had passed on. And that him seeing other women, to get the sex every man needs wasn't the unforgivable sin she obviously thought it was. Except, three weeks into her therapy, by using hypnosis to get her to confide in me, I found out that her hysterics had nothing to do with protecting the memory of her mother. They were because she had taken her mother's place in her father's life, everywhere except the bedroom. And while she was too shy to tell her father that she wanted that place too, there was no way she'd let another woman take the man that was rightfully hers. My moral compass might be a little skewed, but my primary concern is the welfare of my patients, not what society thinks. Besides, most of the sexual problems in the U.S. are caused by people's desires conflicting with what is considered acceptable behavior. I mean, even with the new found freedoms in the LGBTQ community, a large number of them still have unresolved mental health issues. So, the question to me wasn't whether incest was right or wrong, it was whether it was what Sarah really needed to live a healthy productive life. The answer was patently obvious, since she'd lived as his wife in every other aspect, for the last 5 years. And her hysterical jealousy was grounded in the belief that she should be the one to take care of his sexual needs as well. There was no doubt that she would never be happy until her father was fucking her justlike he used to fuck her mother. So, why wasn't she in his bed already then, if she felt it was where she belonged? Was she afraid her father would reject her and hate her for being that kind of slut? Highly unlikely, considering how many times she'd secretly watched him masturbating, with her name on his lips as he came. No, it was because she knew she wasn't enough of a slut for him, having only had sex twice, and she'd disappoint him as a lover. My trying to convince her, even while she was in a hypnotic trance, that he'd gladly teach her what he wanted her to do, fell on deaf ears. Because she'd heard her parents make love often enough to know what her father liked in bed. And he'd even kicked one girl out of the house, after she told him she wasn't into anal sex. So, until she knew how to give him all the things he wanted, she had no business getting into his bed. That's where my ethical dilemma came from, Sarah being unwilling to approach her father, because she didn't have enough experience to be a good lover, yet refusing to do anything to get that experience because she couldn't be unfaithful to him. And, not letting him get the sex he needed, from other women, because that would mean he was unfaithful to her. I suppose I could have explained the situation to her father and have him convince her that he would gladly teach her. But, while I was sure he wouldn't turn her down if she came to him, I didn't think he'd make that move himself, especially knowing that I knew about it. A true Catch 22, since she wouldn't go to him until she had the training that only he could give her, and he wouldn't give her that training until she came to him herself. There was only one way I knew to resolve it, and that was to hypnotize her into thinking I was her father, and teach her enough to get her to go to him for the rest of her training. I didn't jump right into it, because there were too many ways to make a complete mess of it, by doing something her father wouldn't do, and causing her to wake from her trance. So, I spent the next month, having her tell me the pet names he called her, so I could use them during our session. And having her recite the dialog between her father and mother, when they had sex, so I would know what she had to learn to do, and how her father would talk to her while she was doing it. Thankfully her father was fairly vocal during sex, and would tell her mother to suck his cock like a good slut, take every inch of it down her throat, and to make sure she swallowed every drop when he came. Then after licking her pussy, and using his fingers to get her ready, which her mother would comment on, he'd tell her to get on her hands and knees and spread her cheeks because he was going to fuck her tight little asshole. And, by the end of that month, I had all the information I needed to give Sarah the training she needed. I set the stage, once I had her hypnotized, by calling her "Honey" and "Pumpkin" the way he did, and explaining how much she was hurting me, by not letting me get the sex a man needed. Then I opened the door for her, by telling Sarah that she reminded me so much of her mother that I couldn't stop myself from fantasizing about her taking her mother's place in my bed too. Then, when she lowered her head, to avoid commenting, I lifted her chin with my finger and asked if she thought it was wrong for me to want her that way. When she slowly shook her head no, I asked if she'd like her Daddy to teach her how to make him happy the way her mother had. And when she nodded her head yes, with a shy smile, I began to tell her things I wanted her to do. Like take off all her clothes, so her Daddy could see her beautiful body, then for her to kneel in front of me and take her new toy out of my pants. One of the things that's really amazing about hypnosis is how it overrides what your senses are saying to you. So once I got Sarah to take my cock into her mouth, telling her that she wouldn't feel a gag reflex, made it possible to shove it down her throat as if she was Linda Lovelace. And repeating over and over that she would never gag on Daddy's cock, made it so her real father would be able to fuck her throat as easily as I was. Getting her to do the other things, like use her tongue and play with my balls, was just as simple, since she wanted to please her Daddy and would do everything I told her to do. I did add a couple of my own twists, like telling her to show me how she played with herself, while she sucked me, but I didn't think her father would mind her doing that, and would probably get as big of a kick out of it as I did. Then it was on to telling her I was getting ready to cum, and that I expected her to swallow every drop, like a good little slut daughter should. Of course, I didn't need to teach her how to let me eat her pussy, just tell her I was going to, then start kissing my way down her body. I did though, tell her exactly why I was working my fingers into her asshole as I did. Because, as soon I felt she was opened up enough, my cock was going to go right where my fingers were, deep into her tight little ass. Then, like I had done for her gag reflex, I told her that she would not tighten up in fear. And not only would it not hurt when my cock slid inside her, Daddy fucking her virgin asshole would give her even more pleasure than fucking her cunt ever did. How many of her orgasms were from actually liking my cock in her ass, and how many were from my hypnotic suggestion, I don't know. But just the fact that she had them was what was really important, since it meant she wouldn't say no when her father wanted to do the same. Then, as I was getting dressed afterwards, I gave her a post hypnotic suggestion, to wait until I, meaning her real father, went to sleep, then crawl into bed with him, and gently wake him with a soft and sexy blowjob. I was on pins and needles for the next week, waiting to see how things had turned out for Sarah. But when she cancelled her weekly session, I really began to worry something had gone wrong. Thankfully Sarah did show up the week after that, although her first words damn near gave me a heart attack. That she knew I was her sex teacher, because her real father had been more tender than I had been and had told her repeatedly how much he loved her, which I hadn't done. When she had started remembering what had really gone on during her session, her first thought was to have me arrested for rape. But after talking it over with her father, she realized that no matter how immoral it had been, they would never have become the lovers they were now, if I hadn't done it. So this would be her last session, since she didn't need my help anymore. She did though, and her father agreed, want to thank me for having the guts to do it, by us repeating that session, without the hypnosis. So, for the second time, Sarah took off all her clothes, before dropping to her knees to free my cock from its prison. And I took pride in the fact that my reinforcement held, because she easily took the whole thing down her throat with a moan instead of a gag. She was also more vocal while I was eating her pussy, and it was her who begged me to get her ass ready for me to fuck it. One thing I hadn't taught her, that her father obviously had, was what she did after I came inside her. And that was to spin around and stuff my cock back in her mouth and suck me to another orgasm. Then she got dressed again, gave me a quick kiss, and told me not to be surprised if I got a lot more patients for a while. Because she wasn't the only one of her friends who wanted to fuck their fathers and were afraid to do it. But, a word of advice for me, fathers loved their daughters, so I shouldn't be scared to say those words when I was teaching them. From that point on, most of my cases were for some sort of sexual dysfunction, daughters who had the hots for their fathers, mothers that wanted to fuck their sons, brothers and sisters who wanted to get closer, and even some that crossed gender boundaries. I only lived by two rules, that all parties needed to be adults, because I wasn't going to help any pedophiles rape young kids, even willing ones. And two, I wouldn't help anyone who I felt was getting into a toxic relationship, meaning I'd help women get into loving situations with their fathers, but not into cuckold or BDSM ones. If that was the type of relationship a girl wanted, where her father would use whips and chains on her, or she would humiliate him by making him clean her up after other men fucked her, I would immediately refer them to another colleague for serious help. It didn't matter if they might be happy that way, I just couldn't bring myself to enable that kind of behavior. Fortunately, those types were few and far between, and I was kept plenty busy with the more normal types. Unfortunately though, one of those I had to turn down, was my own secretary, who wanted to enter a master slave relationship with her father. She knew what went on in my office, even if she'd never seen it, because a soundproof room doesn't eliminate the smell of sex, or the fresh fucked look on my patients faces. So, since I was already unethical, she couldn't understand why I refused to hypnotically strengthen her father's dominant tendencies, so he'd treat her the way her submissive nature demanded. Even explaining that making him more animalistic might turn him abusive rather than dominant, failed to convince her, since she felt that dropping to her knees for him, would keep the violence in check. That was her next ploy too, dropping to her knees, with her head lowered, saying that if I helped her, she could also be my lunch time slave, or whenever we didn't have patients. She'd be a real good slave too, and wouldn't say no to anything or anyone I told her to do, as long as I disciplined her properly when she was bad. Had I been into that kind of stuff, she might have tempted me, since she was nice looking. But when I told her I was sorry, she got up, grabbed her things, and said she was sorry too, that she couldn't work for me anymore after having bared her soul like that, and was gone. It was while trying to find a new secretary, that someone from my past, entered my life again. No, not Allison, and not Sarah, since her and her father moved to another state to live as husband and wife. It was Stacy, the girl from my first threesome, and she got the job by reminding me that I owed her one with at least two guys. And by telling me that Allison had figured out what I'd done as soon as she joined her first Frat party. Because her asshole was so sore the next day, where it hadn't been with me, that she knew she hadn't really been fucked there that night. Then knowing how fascinated I was with hypnosis, she put two and two together and realized I'd faked the whole thing. Well, Stacy was a licensed hypnotherapist too, although not a shrink like me, and not only would she be able to assist me, I wouldn't be able to fool her like I had Allison. In other words, she was making it clear that sex would be a benefit of hiring her, but that she'd eventually expect me to pay what I owed her. Just because I more readily crossed the ethics line with my patients, that doesn't mean I had sex with all of them, or even with the pretty ones. Most of the time, it was just finding out what they really wanted, and whether or not the other party wanted it too, then giving them post hypnotic suggestions to go do what they wanted. I only got physically involved when they were cases like Sarah's, where one of them felt they weren't experienced enough for there partners, or where they were afraid of certain sex acts, like anal sex. Stacy was a great help in the former, by working on the parents with subtle hypnosis, to assess their willingness, while I worked on the patients. I finally had to use her more directly though, when I got the first of those girls who wanted to join both their parents in bed. Because the girl could easily do everything her father would want from her, but to be able to fuck her father she'd have to eat her mother's pussy too, and she was scared of that part. So, we hypnotized the girl to believe Stacy was her mother, and had her show the girl how to lick her, by licking the girl herself first. We also played both parents on occasion, to get the girls over their initial fears of joining them in bed. And, of course, since I couldn't do that part, Stacy would seduce the sons who felt they didn't know enough about sex, to please their mothers in bed. We made a pretty good team in the office, and got such quick results that no one complained about us raising our fees to keep us from being flooded with patients. We also made a real good team outside the office, because Stacy was even more open minded than Allison had been and more eager to please me in bed and out of it. So much so that when we went on our date to celebrate her one year anniversary working for me, I also planned to ask if she wanted to become my partner, both at work and at home, by changing her last name to match mine. I don't remember much of what happened at the restaurant, or whether or not I'd even popped the question. All I know is that one minute I was staring into her eyes across the table, and the next I was staring up into them as she slowly rode my cock. Then the discord started to hit me, how her grunts didn't quite seem to be in sync with our lovemaking, and how her body seemed to jerk forward a little sometimes as she was on the down stroke. When she saw the dawning comprehension in my eyes, she said it was Ok; I could wake up now, as she leaned over my shoulder to do something I couldn't quite see. And then I did see, both the guy whose cock she was sucking, and the one who was fucking her in the ass while she fucked me. Then she pulled her lips away from the guy in her mouth to say that I'd never have given her what I owed her on my own, because I was too scared to perform in front of other men. So, before she accepted my proposal, which she'd known was coming, she'd needed to make sure I could handle making her fantasies come true too, without cheating, the way she'd fulfill all of mine. Now, was I man enough to share her with these guys for the rest of the night, or did she need to keep me hypnotized for the rest of our lives? And as I pulled her head down for a kiss, I told her this was going to be one interesting marriage.